In This Moment (The Things Unseen Book 1)

by K. Lashaun

"Let me take care of you." "What?" "You're running around, getting your clients what they want and need. Fulfilling their desires." He thumbed my bottom lip, running the pad of the digit back and forth, stoking the fire deep in my groin. "But who's taking care of your wants and desires? Who's giving you what you need?"

“Nah. Don’t hide that pretty pussy.” A trickle of arousal escaped, rolling down and creating a wet spot on the comforter beneath me. “Look at her.” He grumbled, soft tufts of air hitting my throbbing core with each word. “Already crying for me.”

My eyes fluttered closed as I focused on the friction his movements caused. When he withdrew and didn’t return, my eyes shot open to see him staring at me with a perturbed expression. “Look at me when I’m fuckin’ this pussy.”

"You have a lot to say for someone who had trouble remembering what language she spoke yesterday." I blushed, knowing his words were true. Instead of admitting to it, I shrugged, averting my gaze. "You were a'ight." "I know you're trying to bait me, but I'd tread lightly, Garryn."

I fully intend to consume your every thought for the remainder of the night. I plan on pulling as many orgasms out of your body as I possibly can with a single-minded determination you've never seen before." I was speechless.

“All I ask is that you relax. Give yourself permission to be in this moment and not overthink it. Trust me enough to take care of you, and not take advantage of you and this agreement we’re in. That’s it."

His next stroke was firmer, dragging through my folds and stopping just short of my clit. My right hand gripped his neck, trying to force his tongue up closer to the bundle of nerves practically begging for contact. I could feel his smirk between my legs as he gave in, allowing his tongue to graze the sensitive nub.

“Oh, my God.” I panted, tapping the top of his head. He decided to spare me and gentled the force of his suckling, gripping the upper part of my folds and pulling upwards, forcing my engorged clit to stand at attention. His eyes lifted and locked on mine, flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip. Incoherent words filled the air, and I flooded his tongue, twitching from the powerful orgasm that took over me. With an eagerness I hadn’t expected, he lapped away at my release until there was nothing left.

"No, no." I whined, digging my nails in his biceps. It was too soon for the familiar ache flaring in the pit of my stomach. His brows furrowed as I exhaled heavy breaths and tossed my head back in ecstasy. His rhythm and pace was hypnotizing, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. "What’s wrong?" Instead of a verbal response, a loud screech left my lips when he audibly pounded his hips against mine, hitting deep with the blunt tip of his penis. Cat-like mewls filled the air as I pressed against the lower part of his stomach, hoping to stop the vicious strokes he was delivering. "Already?" he asked incredulously, reading the vibes I was giving off. I nodded frantically and licked my lips. There was desperation in my movements as I struggled to meet each stroke with a lift of my own hips. His deep groans and my sharp cries blended with the wet, constant sound of his pelvis colliding with mine. As much as I wanted to fight it, as much as I wanted to stretch this out... I couldn't.

My toes curled into tight knots, cramping with the expectation of my impending release. "Give it to me.” His words were the ignition switch I'd been waiting on. Four words. Four words and he had me exploding. I didn't give a fuck who heard me as a keening cry left my lips. I cradled the back of his shoulders pulling him closer until we were chest-to-chest. Aftershocks quaked through me like I just survived a magnitude-5 earthquake. This time I was the one initiating the kiss, lips trembling as I continued to moan. His hips lost their fluid rhythm, soundly smacking against mine as he chased his own release. Mere moments later, he went stiff in my arms. A harsh grunt left his lips as warmth flooded my womb. To my surprise, just the sensation of his warm release sent me spiraling into another intense orgasm.

“What you doing up there?” “Finishing up my apology.” “Oh, yeah?” His brows rose high. “I thought she was tired.” His eyes dropped to the swollen folds of my pussy. “She is.” His hands molded to my round ass, lifting and lowering the plump flesh. “But my mouth isn’t.”

“I’ve always prided myself on not needing anyone. I bragged about forging my way through turmoil and adversity alone. I thought holding people at arm’s length and relying only on myself for so long was an admirable trait… but then I met you.” A watery laugh rushed past my lips. “You came in and shook up my boring little world. You turned that shit upside down and left me scrambling, fighting to hold on to my precious control.” “You were patient with me. You cared about me. You listened to me.” I dropped my hands to his chest, pressing my palms against warm skin. “You saw me at a time when I felt invisible. You made me feel important when I felt insignificant. I’ll love you forever for so many things, but most of all for showing me what unconditional truly means.”

”I’ll do anything for you, baby,” he whispered, moving inside me at a slow, steady pace, “Please don’t push me away again.” ”I won’t.” He lifted his face from the slope of my neck, staring in my eyes with an intense expression. “Promise me. Promise that if you're upset, we’ll talk about it. Promise that if I do something to piss you off, you'll let me know. Promise that if shit ain’t right between us, we’ll sit down and figure it out. Promise that you won't just walk away and leave me hanging when shit gets tough. Promise that you'll give me a chance, that you’ll give us a fighting chance.” “I promise.”