Desire Page 9

“So, you’ve cooked a meal for me?” she asked doubtfully.

  I winked at her and said, “Meet me on the patio.”

  Heading to my kitchen, I washed my hands and grabbed the lettuce and tomato salad from the refrigerator, along with the bread I had picked up at the local bakery. I wasn’t shabby in the kitchen, but my skills couldn’t compare to Karina’s. So, I didn’t dare try to bake bread; besides, I hadn’t had the time.

  When I arrived on the patio, she was already seated with a pleasant smile on her face.

  “How do you know that I haven’t eaten already?” she asked.

  “I don’t. I’m just going on a hunch that you haven’t,” I said, smiling at Karina as I prepared our plates.

  “Well, you’re in luck today, I haven’t slowed up long enough to eat a meal,” she shared.

  “What have you been doing all day?” I asked after I had prayed over our food.

  “Writing.”

  “The woman cooks, and she’s an author? What other hidden talents do you possess?” I asked.

  “No hidden talents, and I’m not an author. I’ve just taken it upon myself to write a cookbook.”

  “Then you are an author,” I pronounced.

  “We’ll see about that. So, tell me, Jamir, what are we eating tonight?”

  “This right here is galinhada, a simple rice and chicken dish made in the same pot. It contains onions, peas, bell pepper, garlic, and corn. And this is coxinha.”

  “Deep-fried stuff, I love,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows with a smile. Picking one up, she asked, “What’s inside?”

  “It’s just a deep-fried chicken croquette with queijo prato. It’s a gouda-style cheese that’s semi-cooked and pressed. It has a very mild taste so as not to overpower the chicken, and it has a low salt and lactose content,” I said.

  “Jamir, you’re starting to impress me,” she said with a smile as she clasped her hands together and rested her elbows on the table.

  “No, I’d like you to taste it, and then I’ll know if you are truly impressed or not,” I said.

  She laughed, looked at the plate, and then back up at me again. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to eat?”

  “What? You think that I cannot cook?”

  “No, that’s not what I’m suggesting, at all. But I do know that you couldn’t stand me in the beginning and lately, your attitude towards me has changed. I just want to make sure that you’re not trying to take me out of here.”

  “Take you out of here?”

  Nodding, she said, “You know, poison me? Kill off the crazy neighbor?”

  Shaking my head, I laughed. “No, I’m not. It’s safe to eat,” I said, demonstrating as I bit down into a coxinha.

  Tentatively, she followed my lead. After that first bite, Karina closed her eyes, breathed in, and held it for a moment. Slowly she began to chew again. The deep inhalations of her chest drew my eyes to her rising and falling cleavage. I wondered if she would look the same way if I were buried balls deep inside of her.

  “That, Jamir, is very good.”

  “Thank you,” I said with a smile and waited for her to sample the rest of the dish.

  “Mmm, oh my goodness,” she moaned as she covered her mouth.

  I took my time eating, watching her get her fill. She enjoyed every bite and moaned throughout the meal. At a certain point, I had to warn her to watch that.

  “Karina, keep that up, and I’m going to pull you up out of that chair and spread your ass on this table and give you a reason to moan,” I said.

  Her eyes flew open, and she chewed and ate more quietly for the rest of the meal. I was no fool I knew she was doing that shit on purpose, and it had finally gotten under my skin.

  I hadn’t meant to be that blunt with her. So, when we finished our meal and bottle of wine, I stood, took her hand, and led her across the yard.

  On the other side of my pool, there was a little table set up underneath a gazebo, with a palm tree nearby giving off nice, subtle breezes.

  “And dessert, too?” she asked, looking at the Brazilian coconut cake.

  “I must confess, I made the meal we just ate, but I cannot take credit for this cake. My mother made this cake and dropped it off to me at the shop today,” I said with a slight smile as I sliced two pieces of cake, one for her and one for me.

  If she thought the meal was good, she was in for a treat.

  “I had no idea that you were so good at cooking, Jamir,” she said, accepting the cake from my hands.

  “There’s a lot of things that I’m good at, Karina, that you’re not familiar with.”

  “Mm,” she said with a downturn of her lips.

  Her expression quickly turned to one of pleasant surprise as she sampled her first bite.

  “And for some reason, you keep running. Not giving me the chance to show you or prove myself.”

  “Is that what you think? That I’m running?”

  “I know that’s what you’re doing. It’s the only thing that can explain why you won’t give in to the attraction that exists between us. You’re scared, pure, and simple.”

  “I am not.”

  “Then why do you keep me at such a distance, Karina?” I asked, setting my unfinished cake on the table.

  We were sitting on a couch, turned facing one another. Karina had pulled her legs onto the couch underneath her, and I was turned sideways with my knee bumping into one of hers.

  “I don’t.”

  “Then why is it that every time my knee touches yours, you jump?”

  She sighed, leaned forward, and placed the rest of her cake on the table beside mine.

  “Look, you’re right, Jamir. I do find you attractive, but you’re too young for me. And I’m not sure if I’m ready for a relationship right now. Or if I ever will be,” she said.

  Shrugging, I said, “That works for me. I never said anything about a relationship anyway. And as it relates to age, I don’t think that should factor in. You’re grown, I’m grown, and we’re both consenting adults.”

  She laughed. “If only it were that simple.”

  “Why can’t it be?” I asked, leaning toward her.

  That damn dress she was wearing was doing something to me because I swear her breasts were about to spill out, and my dick was jumping all over the place. The closer I drew to her, the deeper her breaths grew.

  I took her chin in my index finger and thumb, pulled her close to me, and softly brushed my lips against hers. Karina did not drawback, and I did not rush the process.

  My kisses were sweet, slow, and drawn out, as I continued to brush my lips against hers and lick along the seam of her lips and suckle on her bottom one. Her soft sighs were turning me on, but I still took my time, licking at the corners of her lips.

  But I guess she needed more, because Karina’s hands cupped the back of my head, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. My tongue found its way inside of her hot mouth, and I groaned at the warmth and sensuality of the kiss.

  I took my time, savoring the flavorful spices of the meal and the sugariness of the cake, coating her tongue. The sweetness of the wine mingled in made for a savory, sexy mix.

  With her hands still cupped at the back of my head, and slowly dropping down to loop around my neck, Karina broke the kiss. She sighed deeply, her forehead pressed against mine.

  “What is it, Karina?”

  “What do you want from me, Jamir?”

  Chuckling, I said, “Whatever you’re willing to give me. But one for you to stop calling me Jamir.”

  “Ain’t gonna happen,” she replied.

  “Okay.”

  “Now, tell me something else you want.”

  “Then I’d like to have a little of your time, good conversation, and to get to know you better. But if sex is all you’re willing to give, I can go all night long.”

  She gasped and closed her eyes.

  I was done playing games with her. Boldly, I moved my finger down and traced the curve of her breast, slipping deep
er into her cleavage until I had repositioned the bodice of her dress. I tugged at the strap and removed her breast.

  “Pennies.”

  “What?” she gasped as I flicked my finger over her nipple.

  “Your nipples. They’re the same copper tone as a freshly minted penny,” I murmured as I lowered my head and took one into my mouth.

  “Ahh,” she gasped, her fingers unlatching from behind my neck to squeeze my shoulders.

  Working her nipple with my tongue and lips, I alternated between licking, sucking, and biting it as my other hand moved to the covered breast.

  Through the cotton material, I worked her nipple back and forth, pleased at how hard it was. A stony pebble to my touch, I didn’t think it could get any harder. Karina arched, pressing the covered breast further into my hand and the other deeper in my mouth.

  “Karina, you are so sweet, my love,” I murmured around her nipple.

  “Mm-hmm,” she moaned, arching her back more and shifting her legs.

  Pulling back, I stood and pulled her up into a standing position. Desperation filled her eyes, and I knew she didn’t want me to stop.

  Sitting back on the couch, I pulled her in between my legs and looked up at her. My hands slowly drew down her sides, pulling her dress as I went. Tiny chill bumps popped up on her arm as I exposed her body to the dusky sun shining overhead.

  When I pushed her dress down her hips, I was glad to see she wore nothing but a wedge of material barely covering her pussy. Turning her around, I plucked the minuscule string from her ass cheeks and tugged them down.

  “Jamir,” she murmured.

  Sticking a finger into her ass, I said, “Yes, my love?”

  “Ahhh!”

  “Bend over and grab your ankles, baby,” I ordered.

  Gone was the bossy, angry, complaining woman I had come to know. In her place was a submissive, beautiful woman with an ass made by the gods. My large hands gripped that golden ass and spread it wide. I buried my face in between her cheeks, licking and probing her hole with my tongue.

  She shuddered and screamed out. Driving two fingers inside of her pussy, I continued to swirl my tongue around her asshole, licking, prodding and sucking.

  Karina released moans that sounded like soft cries. Slowly I worked my thumb in tight circles around her clitoris as I continued to plunge my fingers deeper within her.

  She wouldn’t be able to maintain her balance much longer at the rate she was going, but I didn’t want her to cum this way.

  Spanking her ass, I squeezed her hips and pulled back.

  “Turn around,” I ordered.

  Karina did as I instructed, and I could see the moisture in her eyes, along with the little red speck on her bottom lip. She had bitten her lip and caused blood to flow to the surface.

  I stood and licked that spot softly before I moved down to her neck, suckling there.

  “How did that feel?” I whispered against her ear.

  “Good, Jamir,” she murmured.

  “I want to make you feel great,” I said, sitting back on the couch.

  Lifting Karina, I patted the wooden frame of the gazebo behind me. “Place your hands against the back of this frame and spread your legs around me.”

  She rested her knees on my shoulders and planted her hands against the frame. Tilting my head and adjusting her legs a little wider, I licked her nub.

  Those lush, curvy hips that I had been fantasizing about fit perfectly in my hands. I squeezed as I pulled Karina closer to me to make sure I could taste all of her. Burying my face in her pussy, I licked, sucked, and nibbled her.

  Karina worked her hips in circles, back and forth, and up and down. The woman that was falling apart in my mouth was not the same woman that had been giving me hell the last few weeks. But I’d take all the hell she was giving me as long as I could get just one taste.

  “Owwhooo,” she cried out, banging her fist against the frame.

  I slid a finger inside her ass, and she damn near collapsed on my face. I gripped her hips tighter, keeping her lifted just enough so I could keep tasting her.

  CHAPTER 16 – KARINA

  How in the hell I ended up sitting on Zymir’s face twerking, I had no idea. But it felt good as hell. Like his lips, his nose, and his chin was my throne. The perfect cradle for my ass as I lifted and dropped, twerked, and gyrated all over his face.

  I slammed my palm against the wall and cried out. Zymir was a strong motherfucker the way he was able to keep me lifted, eat my pussy out, and slide a finger in and out of my ass without crumpling under my weight.

  At five-nine and one-eighty, I wasn’t a little woman. But he managed the hell out of my ass, even as he bounced me up and down a couple of times on his face. There was no way that I was the one managing my weight, because as good as he was making me feel, I damn near fell a couple of times.

  His tongue twirled around my clit, sucking all of my breath from my lungs straight from my pussy. Tugging my clit with his lips, he bit down on it and stopped moving. My eyes widened, and my mouth opened, but nothing escaped.

  The pressure on my clit eased when he slid his tongue inside of me and sucked at me all at once. I was delirious with bliss. My legs quenched tightly around his head, and I reached down and grabbed the back of his head.

  Hugging his head and squeezing my thighs, I started sobbing.

  It had been so long since I’d received pleasure, but this was another level of satisfaction that I’d never experienced.

  Slowly I moved one leg and then the other only to realize they were numb when I planted my feet on the floor of the gazebo. Zymir stood and pulled me to him, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me.

  The saltiness of my juices was all over his tongue and tasting myself like that on him excited me. My hands reached down and grabbed Zymir’s dick and squeezed it through his pants.

  “How did that feel when I ate your pussy?” he asked, breaking off the kiss.

  “Great,” I moaned against his lips.

  “I want to make you feel damn good,” he said, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

  Pushing his hands aside, I shoved his pants down and dropped to my knees, prepared to return the favor.

  “Nah, you’re not ready for that,” he said, pulling me back up before he kissed me.

  What the hell? Did he think I wasn’t capable?

  But when he pushed his boxer briefs down, I had to question my capabilities, as well. Well damn! Guess who I wouldn’t be calling “little boy” anymore?

  “Come here,” he said, dropping down onto the couch and pulling me with him.

  I straddled Zymir, and he grasped my ass and squeezed.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said, in between kisses.

  I giggled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I’ve never been intimate outdoors before,” I shared.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Uh-uh.”

  “I think I can remedy that this evening.”

  “You already did, Jamir,” I said, as I lowered my head and kissed his neck.

  “No, I’m talking about some other level of intimacy.”

  And with that, he lifted my ass and impaled me with his dick.

  “Oooooh!”

  “How does that feel?”

  “It feels good.”

  “It feels good?”

  “No, it feels fucking great!” I moaned, grinding against him, and meeting his thrusts.

  Zymir clamped his mouth over mine and shoved his tongue down my throat, much the same way he was shoving his dick in my pussy.

  I felt the pinch of his nails digging into my ass as he squeezed and pinched my cheeks. Lifting to the tip of his cock, I slowly slid back down, the breath rushed out of my lungs when he thrust deep inside of me.

  “Is this all you want, Karina?” he asked, looking deep into my eyes.

  What he was doing to me felt so good, but what he was asking of m
e scared my soul.

  “Yes,” I hissed, pissed that he would try to ruin what was a good moment.

  “All right,” he said, lifting me off him.

  “What?”

  Zymir stood and walked behind me, turning me to face the couch.

  “Grab the back of the couch,” he instructed, kissing my shoulder.

  I did as he asked, spread my legs apart, and inhaled as I adjusted to accommodate his size.

  Clutching my hips tightly, he worked me inside and out, making no apologies when he used unnecessary roughness. Zymir alternated between speeding up and slowing down. The way he worked that midsection was nothing short of amazing.

  With every twist and turn, he was able to hit the angles of my walls, bouncing off one and then another. But I had something to prove, if not to him, then definitely to myself.

  As much as Zymir was willing to give, I gave back, pumping my ass against him, squeezing my pussy muscles around him, and dropping low. The daily workout routine that I had been maintaining for the last two years made sure I was strong enough to keep going.

  My cardio workout was no joke, so I was able to hang in there with Zymir. But when he started long stroking it, and the strokes went deeper, I struggled to maintain my breath.

  Wrapping one arm around me, he twisted my nipple, making me scream. Slowly he slid out of me and wrapped his arms underneath my thighs and lifted me. My back to his chest, my legs supported by Zymir’s arms he bounced me up and down on that dick.

  Shit!

  “Ohhww, ohhww!”

  “What’s my motherfucking name,” he growled in my ear.

  “Zymiiiirr!” I screamed as I came all down his dick.

  His breathing grew faster as he came right behind me. When Zymir finished, he slowly lowered me and then pulled me down onto the couch alongside him.

  We were sweaty, breathing hard, and tired. Not to mention that hot ass sun had done a number on our asses. I was certain we’d both have some extent of sunburn when this was all said and done.

  I sat up and noticed he was grinning at me.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked suddenly self-conscious as I snatched up my dress off the gazebo floor.

  “I told you I could make you say my name,” Zymir said.

  “I have to go home now, Jamir!” I said hastily dressing.