Box Interlude Pt. 1

She tentatively walked in the room in his 6’3” shadow. She was nervous as all outside and tried her best to keep her cool. He dropped his car keys on the dresser and plugged his cell phone charger in the wall before attaching his phone to the other end. He rested it on the dresser next to his keys. She unbuttoned her trench only to realize she was still cold and proceeded to wrap it back across her chest. She was captivated by him even with all his clothes on. She was sure he was used to women staring at him. Skin the color of toasted hazelnuts, eyes pools of mahogany, chiseled jaw line, and lips so plentiful that she just knew that they can satiate any desire she had for them. She was so caught up in lusting for him that she didn’t hear him the first time he’d asked why she still had her coat on.

"Oh, um it’s a bit chilly in here."

His looks unnerved her. She wasn't used to being around someone who looked this...

...gorgeous.

She wondered if she was trippin' but realized the E pill was still in her jacket pocket. She figured if this WAS real that atleast she wanted to remember it the next day...or not.

He’d slipped out of his jacket and zip-up hoodie and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed. He walked back around the bed past her in his v-neck white tee and grey sweats, to the air conditioner/heater and turned the heat up from 68 degrees to 73. She noticed he’d taken his sneakers off as well. She pressed the temperature UP button until the temperature read 85. He looked at her as the heating fan roared to life.

"Cold much?"

She nodded and he licked his lips.

Twice.

It was almost as if he were purposely trying to hypnotize her. She couldn’t think straight as she wrapped her coat tighter across her chest. She couldn’t look him in his eyes. She didn’t think she could take it without passing out in the floor. The sheer manly beauty that he carried so well was giving her heart palpitations. In what seemed like one motion he stepped over to her and removed her tightly clasped hands from her trench. Her trench breathed a sigh of relief. He held her hands in his own down at her sides and looked down at her waiting for her to look up.

She didn’t.

He slipped her trench from off of her shoulders, walking around behind her to slip it off. He laid it on the nightstand behind him and walked back around her to face her again. She stared directly at his chest. She wanted to touch him but was too nervous. He picked her chin up with one hand and instead of looking up into his eyes, she looked downward. He chuckled. It was a warm laugh and had she looked him in his eyes, she would have seen the twinkle of delight that danced in them.

Still holding her chin, he brought his face down to hers and grabbed her bottom lip in between his and held it there for a moment. He felt her body shiver. Nibbling and sucking on it for a few seconds before pulling back had made her eyes close and her mind wander to the future wondering what she was in store for in the next few hours...still wondering if this was a joke.

He stepped back to look at her. She was still standing there face tilted to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came about. He thought she was gorgeous. He found her nervousness and awkwardness endearing and thought it made her that much more beautiful. Her jet black pixie cut was slight messy which he loved as well as the way she always stood with her back erect and shoulders back. Her skin was the color of toffee with a tiny nose, full lips and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with the longest lashes he’d ever seen. She was built like a runner. 5’8’ with long, lean, strong Thoroughbred legs that were attached to a tiny waist with an impeccable ass that he couldn’t wait to spread open. She had breasts that fit her body perfectly, not big, not too small, 34C just rights. He felt comfortable standing there watching her until she came to a few moments later. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a grin on his face and she stumbled, slightly off balance from the feel of his lips on hers. Her cheeks and nose instantly flushed cherry red.

She knew she probably looked like the biggest lame standing there like that in La La Land. Fuck it. She was burning up as the heat blasted. She removed her scarf from around her neck, threw it on the bed and walked over to turn the heat down to 74. She felt his eyes on her every move. She decided to Just. Let. Go.

She walked over to him and stood chest to chest with him, her chin raised in a defiant manner. She felt extremely short and stood on her tip toes and in doing so, stumbled to the right. GOD she hated her clumsiness. He caught her with his right arm and pulled her back to his center. She looked him in his intensity ridden eyes and saw her reflection. At that moment his mouth came crashing down on hers with such passion, that all she could do was join in. His tongue tangoed with hers, every move so precise, so sensual, so purposeful. His tongue filled her mouth provoking her...daring her to do something about it.

She held his tongue in her mouth for a few moments letting hers pulsate on his. She sucked on it...

...paused...

...sucked on it...

...paused.

He moaned.

She sucked harder. She wanted his tongue to be one with hers.

He wrapped both arms around her waist and she felt his dick press up against her stomach. She moaned in his mouth. He reached down to lift her long sleeved tee up over her head. She didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were standing at attention craving his mouth. He paused for a moment to look at her. He couldn’t get around how stunning she was. He was willing to bet that she had no clue either. She reached for his tee to pull it up over his head raising back onto her tip toes. In pulling the shirt off she was taken aback by his chiseled chest and tattoos that covered his biceps and pecs. She felt like she was looking at poetry in motion. His chest raised with his quickened breaths. His abs looked like they were computer generated so that she ran her fingers across them to prove to herself that they were real.

Real indeed.

At her touch his breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t stand it much longer. He needed to be inside of her. He cupped her breasts with both hands and bent down so that his mouth can taste them. Taking her right nipple in between his teeth and gently running it back and forth between them he felt her shiver. He did the same with the left. He brought his mouth back up to hers where she almost savagely began to kiss him. He unzipped her jeans, pulling away from her mouth, he ran his tongue along her jaw line leaving a moist trail down her neck, back and forth along her collarbone, down in between her breasts, running a circle around her navel and kneeled to slide them off of her. He assisted her out of her ankle booties. His tongue started a trail from her ankle up the inside of her right leg, and up her inner thigh as he slid his hands up her legs to her waist. He stopped at her black tanga and pulled it back down to her ankles with his teeth. She couldn’t stop shivering if she wanted to. Strands of The Love Below held on to the tanga and stretched all the way down to her knees before breaking off. His dick felt like it was about to explode. He came face to face with The Love Below. She smelled like cocoa butter. He ran his tongue down her center to her clit and wrapped his lips around it, tenderly pulling and sucking on it with his lips. Her hands immediately reached to grab the back of his head. She moaned and her knees started shaking. He started to suck more fervently, lazily letting his tongue find its way into the folds of her prism. She gasped and clutched his head with such force that it only made him go in deeper. He couldn’t believe how juicy she was. She kept gushing and gushing right on his tongue and she tasted phenomenal. He wanted to drink her dry.

He pulled his face out of the river and stood up licking his lips. She saw all of her all over his mouth...in his goatee...on his chin. She reached up to pull his face down to hers as she began to suck juice off of his face. She relished the way she tasted. She loved the way she smelled on him. She sucked herself off of his lips, running her tongue along the outline of them teasingly. He couldn’t take it anymore. He craved her. He wanted all of her.

He wanted HER.

The heat in his chest was unlike anything he’d ever felt as he picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed. He stepped out of his sweats and his boxer briefs and stood in front of her taking in every curve, every birth mark, the defined muscles in her legs, her tightly toned stomach, and her gorgeous tattooed arms. She turned him on. He climbed over her placing his left knee in between her legs pushing them apart. He positioned himself in a push-up over her and she reached for him, guiding him towards her unbelievably wet center. He paused right before entering and said….

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