Raw sex
After the initial shock that I wanted to do it again passed, the rest of our time passed in a frenzy of limbs, fingers, tongues, teeth, sweat, screams and moans. I don’t know if having sexy five times in a night is a record but I was sore as fuck!
Now I felt a little self-conscious so I scampered into the bathroom to get dressed. I walked gingerly back into the room. He laid there watching me under his lashes. He must have noticed how gingerly I was moving because he said, “How do you feel? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” His concern was evident in not just the way he looked at me but how quickly he got up and walked to me.
“I’m fine, just a bit sore,” I whispered that last part a bit embarrassed.
“Cleo, I’m really sorry. I did suggest a soak in the hot tub.”
“Yes, you did. And we both know what happened in the hot tub,” I fired back as the images of him sitting on the edge of the hot tub with just a towel wrapped around his waist rubbing my shoulders as I tried to relax in the warm water. I really did try but my brain could not move pass the things he did to me prior and what he was still capable of doing. I was sooooo turned on. I stood quickly startling him with my sudden movement. I didn’t say a word as I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit his lower lip.
“Are you sure? This must be a lot for...”
His words were lost as I started kissing him deeper. He stood and tightened his hold on my waist and his towel fell away. “You are intoxicating. What the fuck are you doing to me?” He whispered against my lips as he climbed into the tub with me. He lifted me like a rag doll and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he hoisted me against the wall.
“Cleo, you are indeed a mystery,” he said.
“That means you need to get work then, Sherlock Holmes,” I said with a half smile trying to move as gingerly as I could. “I need to get back to the party, or what’s left of it. I’m sure my friends are wondering where I am by now.”
“Ok. Will I see you again? Can I at least know your full name and or who you came with tonight? Can I have your number?” His voice was such a deep baritone, the kind of voice that could sweep the panties off any woman. I know I was out of my league and probably got lucky in Pat’s red dress.
I started walking to the door quickly ignoring my aching limbs and nether region.
I turned at the door and looked at him standing in the middle of the room. His handsome face pleading. My eyes devoured him one last time...his feet, his strong legs now clad in his jeans opened at the fly exposing his happy trail; the bulge that gave me such pleasure; his bare chest that I kissed, bit, scratched and slapped; I can see the evidence of those marks on his neck and dotted across his chest; his arms so strong; his hands and magical fingers; then up to his face. The lips I kissed and bit, the same lips that brought me pleasure beyond my imagination; and finally to his eyes, still pleading. The eyes that bore into me each time he entered me so gently.
“I will never forget you, or this night for as long as I live,” I whispered, then I turned and walked out the door toward the music ignoring his voice calling my name.
“So you jus walk out and left him?!” The gruff voice brought me back to the here and now. I was back in the church auditorium staring into the judgmental faces. A man in his mid forties was looking at me with condemnation and accusation. “You just had sex with a stranger and that’s it?! I have questions!” He demanded.
“This is not a Q&A session Mr. Peters.” The doctor said with calm authority. “Please go on,Cleo.”
I took my cue to continue.
Pat was so drunk by the time I found her and Chris she wasn’t in the least curious about where I was during the party. I guess she assumed I did what I would normally do, find myself a corner and keep away from people. They didn’t notice how carefully I moved or that my once harlot red lips were back to its natural pink. During the ride home I closed my eyes and I could see his piercing yet soft brown eyes staring into mine each time he entered me, and that look of longing he gave me as I left him standing in the middle of the room. I smiled to myself. That was fucking awesome! I felt refreshed and renewed. My body was awake and sensitive and yes, even after all that loving I was still very horny. I wanted to do it again and again. He created a monster. Or was the monster in me all along just waiting to be unleashed?
The days passed with me in a horny daze. Can someone be so horny all day everyday? I need to find him again, but how? I didn’t know anything about him but his name. I wondered if he thought about the time we spent together all the time like I did. I mean I have no comparison but he was pretty fucking amazing. He was gentle, patient, sweet and so giving.
“Ahm Pat, whose party was it the other day?” I asked Pat one evening as I tried to sound as uninterested as I could. We were enjoying our usual weekend TV/Book time.
“That was Sean Z’s party. He’s been launching the artiste dem from JA, taking dem career next level. His parties are exclusive! Everybody wah go!” She answered her eyes not leaving the tv. She was into her weekly drama and checking her social media simultaneously on her phone. I sat beside her trying to read.
“Oh.” I said trying to ingest the new information that confirmed how out of my league he was.
“Why you ask? You nu care bout dem shit deh.” She now turned and looked at me with her perfect eyebrows raised.
“You dragged me out of this damn house to go with you, and then you ditched me the minute you got there!” I fired backed trying to hide curiosity or the reason for it.
“Yea we did that didn’t we? Sorry C, but I wanted to sit on Chris cocky so bad I couldn’t wait to drag him off somewhere to be alone with him,” she said smiling wistfully. “Sorry, and please don’t tell me that I need to stop talking so openly about my sex life, you saw how he touched me. I want you to experience these feelings too, Cleo. They are amazing.”
I sighed long and hard inside. How do I tell my best friend that I now knew exactly how she felt? I took a deep breath mentally and nonchalantly asked, “So is this Sean Z cute? Woman dem a rush him an ting?”
“Cleo mi love Chris and everything but the man wudda make me drop me panty in a minute! Yow di man body a gwaaan! And he doesn’t speak a lot, very quiet and observant. And of course di woman dem a rush him! Di man can get any pussy him want, any style, any day.”
Fuck. Now it's fully confirmed, not that there was any doubt in my mind.
“Oh.” I said with a small gasp. She didn’t hear but that bit of information made me jealous and jump started my pussy at the same time. Luckily my dark chocolate skin tone didn’t give away the flush that was spreading throughout my body. The doorbell rang at that point saving me from making a fool of myself. Pat scrambled to the door I guess hoping it was her Chris.
“It’s for you.” She said handing me an off white linen paper envelope with my full name written on the back- Cleopatra Ava Lawrence.
“From who? I’m not expecting any letters. People still send hand written letters?” I took the envelope from her hand and caught the whiff of Burberry and was immediately transported back to that night. My heart started racing and my mouth and throat was so dry I started clearing my throat nervously. Nah, there was no way he could have found me.
“Open it. Mi never know people still send letter,” Pat chimed in oblivious to my turmoil.
I slowly opened the seal on the envelope and took out the matching linen paper that read,
“Cleopatra, it took me a minute, but in the words of Sherlock Holmes, ‘when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ Come outside, I’m waiting for you.”
Sean
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How did he find me?! Pat must have seen the expression on my face and grabbed the note from my hand and read it. Then she walked to the window and peered outside and sure enough there was a black tinted Audi A7 parked outside.
“Ah Cleo, who’s that? Is that really who I think it is?” She asked in disbelief her voice rising an octave.
“I don’t know who that is.” I tried for ignorance to see if I could get around her.
“Cleo don’t play dumb with me! That’s Sean Z isn’t it?”
“I don’t know. You tell me, you know him how me fi know?” I started turning away from her. I needed to hide.
“Start talking!” She demanded.
“Ok! I don’t know how he found me. We were never supposed to see each other again...”
“Wait deh! Wha?! You met him?!”
“I...” The doorbell rang. “God please don’t let that be him!” I prayed. “Look at me? I’m a mess! He’s out of my league. In fact I’m not in anybody’s league.”
“Listen to me Cleo,” she held my shoulders and looked into my frightened eyes. “He is out there or possibly at the door for YOU! Obviously there is something about you that caused him to come all the way here to find YOU! Cleo you are beautiful, smart,funny, sweet, kind and any man would be lucky to have you I don’t care who the fuck he is. If he can't see you at your worse...’ she stopped and perused my overlarge T-shirt, large yoga pants and curly hair in a bun and smiled, “then he doesn’t deserve to see you at your best.” She stepped back and I just stood there while she went to open the door. And sure enough filling our entrance way was his large frame dressed all in black, t-shirt, jeans, boots and sunglasses.
He removed his sunglasses when Pat opened the door. “Hi!” She said chirpily smiling broadly at him her dimples popping in her caramel cheeks.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m here to see Cleopatra...” his words trailed off when he saw me behind Pat standing like a frightened deer caught in the headlights.
“I’m sorry. Hi, my name is Sean.” He extended his large hands to Pat and she took it eagerly.
“I’m Patricia. Cleo’s roommate. Please come in, and welcome.” She stepped to the side to give him room to enter and his large body filled the small living room.
“Thank you,” he said to Pat but his eyes were locked with mine.
“Hi” he said directly to me.
For a split moment I was torn between running to my room to hide and walking to him and wrapping my arms around his neck like I did so many times that night. But instead I whispered, “Hi” hoarsely.
“Cleo, I'll be back in a minute, ok,” Pat said breaking our eye lock. I looked at her and with her eyes she willed me to go to him.
He walked toward me and and his scent assailed my senses. I willed myself to stay still under his piercing gaze. I was uncomfortable, shocked and turned on all at the same time. He lifted my chin and his lips descended on mine in that signature way. His lips were soft at first and then they became more demanding, almost punishing, and I loved it. I did what I wanted to do since that night over a week ago. I tipped and wrapped my arms around his neck forgetting my appearance and everything else. This man, this giant, this beast was my kryptonite.
He lifted me just like he did in the pool house and I instinctively wrapped My legs around him. He sat on the sofa with me straddling his lap, our tongues still locked in that fierce unspoken battle of why did you run away from me vs why did you track me down.
“How far did your roommate go?” He basically growled.
“I...don’t...” I started between breaths,but my over large tshirt came off showing that I didn’t wear bras at home.
His lips closed on one of my nipples and I was lost.
“Ahhhh!!!” I groaned loudly. That live wire charged electric current directly to my groin.
“Baby, I’ve been wanting to do this since the last time I saw you. You taste like ripe cherries” he whispered as he licked one nipple while his fingers assaulted the other. I was whimpering in his lap and grinding my ass against his bulge, my head tossed back.
“Sean, please...” I begged. I didn’t know what I was begging I just knew I wanted more. My hand held his head in place as his tongue worked its magic. The fire was mounting as he lapped each nipple simultaneously.
“Come away with me,” he whispered. It was more of a command than a question.
Reason started to surface in the haze of my impending climax. “I can't”.
“Say yes,” he commanded between bites.
“I can’t” I whimpered on the edge but he held back. “Sean, please...”
“Say yes, Cleo.”
I found out in that moment that my body would betray me for sweet release.
“Sean pleeeeease! Ok! Yes! Yes!” I shouted and his mouth claimed the waiting nipple; and just like that my walls contracted and sweet release rocked my body. He held my face and kissed me sweetly as my body rode the waves to the heavens and came back to earth.
I slowly became aware of my reality and tried to get off his lap and don my tshirt before Pat came back but he held me.
“I searched high and low to find you Cleo. Do you know why?” He didn’t wait for my response. “Because I want you. Because any woman who can make me cum five times in one night should be in my bed and at my side at all times. Any woman who has the same sexual hunger that I have should be with me. At first, that night I thought it was the alcohol but you are fucking amazing and I want you for myself.”
I must admit, his words sent a certain warmth through my body as I didn’t believe that I could be with someone like him. He was wanted by every female who laid eyes on him unless she were gay. “You can choose any woman you want. The field is yours for the picking. I’m sure you have women in droves. Why are you really here, Sean? There must be hundreds of sex hungry and way more experienced women than I am that you can choose.” I said seriously as I looked into his brown eyes. Eyes that even I could see were pleading.
I jumped off his lap and reached for my discarded T-shirt and threw it over my head. I wasn’t sure what was happening to my body and my emotions, but I was torn between my arousal and the fact that I knew within my heart that I would never fit into his crowd.
“Because they’re not you Cleopatra! I am the first man to fuck you and I want to be the only man touching that pussy.”
“What the fuck! I’m not a thing to be acquired Sean! Weh yu tek dis fucking ting fah?!” I shouted. “I know who you are and you are not short of women to have sex with, so please don’t patronize me!”
“I want you.” He said firmly staring at me “And I know you want me too. Why deny yourself the pleasure that awaits?”
“And after the novelty fades what next? Will you toss me aside for the next tight pussy?” I stared at him and he stared at me not saying anything. “Yea, that’s what I thought”, I whispered and walked away from him and toward my room.
I sat on my bed and placed my head in my hands as tears welled in eyes. I want him, I really do, but look at me. I’m not a party goer or a glamor girl, nor do I have the means to live that kind of life. I’m lucky to have Pat who has Chris who makes sure we’re good. I felt like screaming. My hormones were raging, I was horny and confused.
The bed dipped with his weight as he sat on my bed and held me; I didn’t pull away from him. I allowed him to hold me and kiss my hair as my tears fell.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t cry. Just let go and allow yourself to feel, Cleo”
“Look at me! I’m not your type! I cant wear the things your kind of woman can buy and shit! I can’t do the kind of shit other women can do to keep a man like you happy!” I was almost screaming through my tears and frustration.
“Cleo, do you see me out there searching for somebody else? You gave me a night that I’ve never in all my life experienced. I have never seen such sexual hunger in a woman. Watching you come apart in my arms like that was something special. I want you. Please,” he whispered and that was my undoing.
I growled and threw my small self on the beast of a man and he fell back on the bed. I climbed on top of him and threw off my T, yoga pants and panties not caring that Pat could come back at any time. He laid there looking at me saying nothing as I straddled him, but the bulge in his pants spoke volumes.
“Bloodclaat! Yu sexy as fuck!” He growled and in a second I was under him, with one leg on his shoulder. He quickly opened his fly and freed his protruding dick. He laid his forehead on mine, staring in my eyes as he slowly entered me.
“Ohhhhhh that’s deep” I moaned as my pussy adjusted to his size.
“Just relax, baby. I won’t hurt you,” he whispered gruffly signaling the tight reign he had on his control. He moved in and out with long and short strokes. The deeper the stroke the more he hit that sweet spot deep inside me.
“Don’t…hold…back baby…pleeeeease,” I begged. I was whimpering like a puppy as I tossed my head from side to side grabbing the sheets.
He got the permission he needed to let go of the reigns and really start hitting that spot. My first orgasm burst through me like a rainbow on a rainy day, his name on my lips. He swallowed most of my scream as he was still aware that we may not be alone.
I’m not sure how long he kept me in that position hitting that one spot. I came until I thought I would pass out from the sheer intensity, each one more intense than the one before. I was so lost in my own world that I only caught the aftermath of Sean’s climax. Wow, was the only coherent thought I could muster.
“I love to watch you cum,” he whispered when our breathing was back to normal.
“You’re weird,” I muttered and attempted to push him off me, but all my strength was gone.
He kissed the tip of my nose and laughed before he shuffled off me. I quickly donned my T and yoga pants and he fixed his fly.
“Come here,” he commanded while I stood to the side watching him fix his clothing. I walked over to him and he enveloped me in a bear hug and kissed my hair. I felt so protected in that moment. “I don’t want you worrying about anything that you’ve heard people say about me. Most of it isn’t true. People make shit up because I’m a private person.”
“And you don’t think half of Kingston knows that you are here in this apartment at this moment?” I asked skeptically.
“Nah. That’s not my car,” he said. “But back to the question I asked earlier, will you go away with me?”
“Sean, when you say go away what do you mean?”
“I have to leave the island for business. Will you come with me?”
“Shouldn’t that question be can you? And the answer is no. As much as I would love to be where you are all the time, I can’t. I have my mom and school…Mi cyan just get up and leave like that.”
He sighed deeply as if there was a weight on his shoulder. “Ok.”
“What’s wrong?” I looked up at him.
“Nothing. I just really wanted you with me. Which reminds me, where’s your cellphone?”
“It stopped working…” I trailed off embarrassed once again. “I’ll replace it soon enough.”
“Hey, I got you ok” He held me away from him and looked into my eyes.
I looked away. “You don’t need to, Sean. I don’t want you buying me anything because you fucked me.”
He held my chin and turned my face back to him. “Never think that I’m paying you for sexual favors, ok. You are way too smart and classy for that. But I need you to have a phone so that I can contact you whenever or you can call me for ANY reason even if it’s to come slide into that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Will you walk on water to come get it?” I teased him lightening the mood further.
“Don’t underestimate what a man will do for good pussy. I found you didn’t I?” He said smugly.
I sighed heavily. Taking things from men was very new to me. Pat and Chris have been together forever and its easy for her, but this is my first everything, so not so easy.
“I’d like to spend the night with you, if that’s ok with you and your roommate?” I looked at him with surprise clearly written on my face.
“Are you for real?” I asked.
“Yes, if its ok of course. I wanna wake up with you in my arms. I want to wake you up with this dick,” he smiled suggestively.
“Let’s see if Pat is back,” I held his hand and walked to the door. Stopping for a moment to make sure our clothes were in order. I opened my room door and walked into the small living room where Pat and Chris were seated watching a movie pretending to be oblivious.
I turned my face into Sean’s chest embarrassed. Pat hearing my screams is one thing, but Chris too?!
Pat looked up from the sofa as we walked in the living room, “Hey”, she said smiling up at Sean. Even with Chris there she was still ogling the beast.
I rolled my eyes at her, “Hi guys. I guess I should introduce you to Sean…”
Chris cut me off when he got up and bumped Sean’s fist. “Yow wah gwaan mi general!” I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Chris knew him as a producer himself. Chris was shorter than Sean and built smaller.
“Mi deh here enuh bredrin. Mi come check mi girl”, Sean responded in patois. I’ve never heard him speak patois, I mused quietly not wanting to dwell on him calling me his girl.
“Dem way deh?” Chris asked a bit of surprise on his face.
“And you met my best friend, Patricia.” I jumped in before that exchange went any further. He shook Pat’s hand and she asked if he wanted something to drink.
“A beer, please,” he responded politely and took my hand and walked to the love seat next to the large sofa. He sat and pulled me into his lap not caring that my friends were literally gawking at us. His presence commanded the small living room.
Pat sashayed to the tiny kitchen and got beer for him and Chris.
“Can I talk to you a minute please Cleo?” Pat asked when she handed Sean the cold bottle and a napkin. His free arm tightened around me when I made a move to leave his lap. It probably had to do with his dick that was hard the minute my bottom touched his crotch.
“Hurry back,” he whispered in my ear and bit my lobe before I moved to walk toward Pat who was heading to her room so we could talk in private. I was so self conscious being so openly intimate with him in front of my friends, it made me feel nervous and clumsy.
I followed Pat to her room. “I won’t ask. I’ll just wait for you to tell me what the fuck!” She said excitedly.
“Pat, first let me apologize. I didn’t tell you about him because I didn’t expect to ever see him again. I met him at his party and I’m not sure why he was or still is attracted to me, but here we are.” I started explaining but Pat started smiling and I was shocked she wasn’t angry. “Wait, why are you laughing?”
“My Virgin Mary the nerd best friend fucked Sean Z?!!! No, I meant is Sean Z’s girl?!” She exclaimed.
“Pat he’s just a man.”
“Yea a hot beast of a man who wants you! Tell me the sex is extraordinary, pleeease! It must be with the way you were screaming!” Her eyes were lit with excitement.
“OMG you heard that?! Oh fuck! Did Chris hear too?” Embarrassed, I sat on her bed.
“No, he came after. But giiiiirl you blew the roof off!”
“OMG! Stop! He’s staying the night.” I said looking up at her excited face.
“I thought so. So I’ll stay at Chris’ tonight,” she said. “Now tell me about the sex Cleo. Was he gentle? He’s huge.”
“Pat, the man can fuck…”I trailed off remembering how gently he touched me like a China doll. “But I honestly didn’t expect to see him ever again. That raas man tracked me down! I’m sure he knows everything about us! I’m not in his league. I’m excited and scared at the same time.”
“Do you want him, Cleo?”
“More than anything in the world.”
“Then take him. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be cared for. I want you to be happy. Let go and allow yourself to feel, C. Forget all the shit that you have to be responsible for and think about your own happiness for a change.” She sat beside me and hugged me to her as I thought about all she said. I really wanted Sean and the fact that he hunted me made me want him even more.
The minute Pat and Chris left Sean dragged off my Yoga pants and freed his straining cock from his jeans and eased me onto it. The anticipation was already building as he insisted that I sit on his lap while he spoke to Chris and Pat about upcoming artistes. His hand was under my over large T-shirt, his fingers running up and down my back and ever so often brushing the sides of my breasts.
He threw the T-shirt over my head and on to the floor, then his huge hangs gripped my breasts and stretched the nipples between his fingers. I didn’t know how to move on a cocky but my movements became automatic when he drew one nipple into his mouth sucking hungrily. I held his head in place so that he could spark that flame that went from my nipples to my pussy. I moaned deep in my throat and threw my head back closing my eyes as my body prepared to cum. This man had my lock, master key and template. There was no way another man that could possibly make me cum so quickly and so often. I wanted to feel him so I grabbed at his T-shirt until he threw it off and I could feel his skin against my skin.
“Cleopatra, my sweet aphrodisiac. When I’m with you I lose myself because I can soar as high as an eagle while you carry me on the wind of that free spirit of yours. Take control baby,” He whispered tightly in my ear. His words tipped me over the edge and I lost consciousness of my surroundings wrapped in the warmth of our climax, we ascended and descended together.
This is not just sex. This a meeting of souls. In that moment I knew that I always wanted to be with this man. I wanted to be wherever he was. He was the ying to my yang, my soulmate.
After that night in my apartment, for the next couple of weeks we were inseparable. After a big fight and intervention from Pat my wardrobe was overhauled and we did everything and went everywhere together. He picked me up and dropped me off at school. He didn’t want me out of his sight or off his dick.
When he left for New York, I cried like I wouldn’t see him again, but he promised that we would talk every day. I didn’t hear from him. After a week passed, I was worried that something had happened to him and afraid that my deepest fears were realized, the novelty had worn off and he had left me.
Pat tried to console me that there was no way he left me and she tried to get info from Chris but Chris was clueless too. I had final exams and I needed to focus, the next level of our Law program was in Barbados. Pat and I studied a lot and I tried not to dwell on Sean’s disappearance, hoping he would pop up soon.
Two weeks went into a month and nothing, I was distraught. And one Saturday night I sat crossed legged on my bed looking at the iPhone he got me willing it to ring and a message chimed in from a number I didn’t recognize. When I opened the message it was a New York Times front page article. “Chief Psychiatrist at Yale University Hospital, Dr. Ronald Sean Miller set to retire and son Dr. Ronald Sean Miller Jr. Set to Take Over After wedding to Senator’s Daughter.” There was a photo of a man with a woman hanging on to his arm smiling up into his face and he in hers. Everything about the man was too familiar for comfort. I turned the phone at several different angles telling myself that this must be some kind of prank, that photo was not my Sean, not my beast, not my lover, not my giant, not the father of my unborn child…
