As We Learn (Emotionally Impaired Book 1)

by Grey Huffington

“But, imagine losing someone you love with everything in you and get set up with an app that can potentially fill in the gaps that she always had and then getting connected to someone on the app that reminds you of her, in every way, down to the sound of her voice and the stubbornness resting in her tone. You’d take a chance on furthering that connection too. Am I wrong?”

Getting to you won’t ever be the problem. Sending you back will be, though. I can feel it.”

I wasn’t timid, not by much in life, but men managed to bring me to my knees. Especially men that possessed the level of desirability as the one on my line.

“Maybe I can’t see that smile, but I sure could feel that motherfucker.

She was a super drug. Undoubtedly, I was high as hell off her too. She put my buds to shame and made me reconsider having another share of them after dinner wrapped up.

“I know exactly how you feel about it, Nami. So do you. I’ve smelled your arousal since you sat down at my dinner table. Instead of seafood, I wanted to have you for dinner, but I behaved. I’m a grown ass man, made thirty-eight today.

“Whether you fuck me tonight or two months from now, I still plan on calling you every single day, blowing up your spot and popping up just to see you smile. Of course we’re strangers now, but that’s how everyone starts off. Almost, at least. I’m not asking you to marinate my dick in the lubricant that you have accumulated between those thighs over the course of dinner. I’m just asking you to stay the night with me.”

Things that I wouldn’t normally share with anyone – other than Tierra – I found myself sharing with him. He pulled it out of me. Everything. What I loved most about sharing is that he reserved judgment and simply listened. I hadn’t realized how much I needed that until tonight.

“I’m trying to be respectable, Nami, but I’m a man with a hard dick between his legs with intentions to use it. Climb down and take heed because once we go there, shit gets different.”

“Don’t make me fuck up your world tonight. I’m trying to be a gentleman. We just met today and all.”.

Never in the history of dick appointments, had either of my partners been able to bring me to a squirting orgasm. York had and his dick hadn’t even made its way up me yet.

Over and over, he dug into me as if his life depended on it. As if I was going somewhere soon. I wasn’t. As long as he needed me, I’d be right where he needed me to be.

Good dick was known to have you thinking recklessly and talking out of the side of your neck and I could attest. With the way he was digging into my guts, I wanted to have his babies and cook him breakfast like my name was Abigail.

“Up on the table, Nami. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen what you’re about and I’m about that shit too. Open up. Feed me.”

“This shit is as good as mine now,” he whispered from below.

It was as good as his and so was I. For now, at least. His to hug and his to handle with the care that he had since he heard my sniffling on the phone. His without a title, because I wasn’t ready for much of anything else. His to call on. His to come through for. His to fuck on and his to suck on. His to consider every day. His to hold as we lay together.