Inaya sat in her seat more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, unable to stop tingling. Chandler was to blame. Throughout the movie, he maintained some kind of non-sexual contact with her as they sat side by side in the dark theater. He gently held her hand, draped his arm across the back of her chair and tenderly caressed the back of her neck.
All of that non-demand touching had a two-fold effect on her. It instantly put her at ease on one hand. It added to her attraction to him on the other.
Chandler’s non-demand touching wasn’t the only thing that stirred up amorous feelings within Inaya. His whispered compliments did, too.
Compliments like: ‘That actress has nothing on you’, when any beautiful woman crossed the screen.
‘I like my women with some meat on their bones’, when Hollywood’s version of the perfect woman pranced around the scene wearing tiny size-three garments.
Or this jewel, ‘I like a woman who’s confident enough to wear her own hair and nails’, when several fake hair and fake nail wearing women appeared on the screen.
Each time Chandler whispered something in her ear, Inaya had to suppress a moan. The fact that he sounded like Barry White racked up even more cool points in his favor. Those low rumbles in her ear had her tingling, quivering, and tropical to the point that she was provoked to act out of character yet again.
When Chandler leaned in to issue another compliment, Inaya turned her head to the right and kissed him squarely on the lips. Yes, Miss Don’t-Kiss-On-The-First-Date was actually initiating a kiss on the first date…with a white man!
Chandler inhaled sharply and moaned at the touch of her lips. They were softer than he could have ever imagined. He immediately parted his lips and welcomed her sweet tongue inside his mouth. When Inaya responded with equal fervor, he moaned again and deepened the kiss.
This wasn’t a kiss. It was a volcanic explosion.
Each flicker was lava-like. Each suckle sizzled. Every touch of the lips set off more flares.
Chandler had never in his entire life had a woman to kiss him like this before. It was as if Inaya was kissing him with her soul. What kind of woman was this to put so much of herself into a kiss? The way she slid her tongue along the edges of his, followed by a firm sucking of the tip, had his loins inflamed and granite. If she kept at it, she might do the impossible – make concrete burn quickly. His concrete.
“Get a room!” someone suddenly yelled from the back.
Inaya snatched away from Chandler at those words. Her bosom heaved as she labored to catch her breath. What in the world had come over her? Did she really do all that…with him…in public? And why did she want to do it again?
But she wouldn’t.
Inaya wasn’t about to let her guard back down that easily. If only Chandler wasn’t looking at her so ravenously.
© 2014 by Suprina Frazier