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.
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
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