Passion of the Streets Page 11

  With the tip of his index finger, Jamil parted her lower lips and spread her moisture all over her opening. His fingers were skilled and smooth as he rubbed her in a way he knew she’d like.

  “I want you so fucking bad, Gee.” Breathlessly, he stood over her with his dreads hanging freely now.

  They’d fallen loose and hung all around his face and shoulders as he stared down at her with an intense gaze of satisfaction. Gia’s body shivered with his every touch as he lowered himself so that he was face-to-face with her bulging treasure of womanly power.

  Wasting no time, he placed his entire mouth on it and began flicking his tongue over her clit while sucking her lightly. He moved his head from side to side just a tad to give her a rhythmic sensation as he slowly rolled his tongue around.

  He took deep breaths in an effort to inhale her scent as he partook ravenously of her. Her hands on his head pulling his locs urged him further. He dove deeper, making sure to get his face wet. Gia’s body was sensitive to his every touch and tasted heavenly, but right then he needed to be inside her. He’d save the rest of his foreplay for another time.

  Jamil rose to his feet and hovered over her body, face slick and wet from her offerings. He slid into the bed, grabbing and pushing her farther up toward the pillows before lowering himself onto her. Her arms and legs went around him immediately, pulling him to her. With their chests pressed together, Jamil rubbed the large head of his dick around in her delectably rich chocolate.

  “You’re going to be everything to me, Gee.” He pushed all the way in with no more warning, and she screamed. “I can see it.” He gritted his teeth as he tried to hold off from coming so prematurely. “I can feel it.”

  Her pussy was so tight and warm, not to mention juicy. It was making all kinds of sloshing noises as he moved inside her. With her was where he belonged. The way her pussy fit his dick let him know that this was indeed his soul mate. No other woman had ever made him feel like she did.

  Even with her nails digging the skin off his back, he was in bliss. He enjoyed the pain she was bringing him as he delivered her just the same. Her body welcomed him as if it knew that Daddy was finally home.

  He grunted as a look of agony and pleasure traversed his face. “Feel my love, Gee.”

  Gia’s legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist that he could hardly move, but he was a pro. He was going to damage her guts with or without her permission. Even with thoughts of dragging her body through pleasurable bliss, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He wanted to be molded with her like that forever.

  “I love you, Milli,” she moaned beneath him. “I think I love you too.”

  Jamil smirked because he knew the dick was good then.

  “No, I do. I do love you.” She patted his shoulder as her legs squeezed him farther into her.

  Jamil grunted hungrily into her ear. “Fuuuuuuuckkk.”

  Gia yelped when he went deeper and began grinding a little slower. Slowly, she released the grip of her nails on the skin of his back and began to rub him, letting him know that she was no longer in pain.

  “I’m making you feel good, Gee?” he asked her. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that let her know that he really needed to know. “Huh? How I make you feel, Gee? Tell me.”

  When she didn’t say anything he pulled away so that he could see her face. Even with her pussy dripping the water he needed to survive, he still wanted to see her face. He had to look at something beautiful while they were doing something beautiful. Her eyes were on him and looking like they were going to burst open with fear and compassion.

  “Talk to me Gee, please. Tell me how I make you feel.”

  He needed to know that he was making her body feel how her words made his heart feel. This was his way. She had to feel it. He was showing her. Giving her all he had.

  “Gianna!” he begged.

  “Oh, baby.” She moaned when he moaned her name. “I love you, Milli. I love you so much. You’re making me feel good. The best I’ve ever felt.” She released a series of moans. “I want to keep feeling it. Don’t ever stop.”

  Jamil closed his eyes and pounded all of the love and pressure he had built up for Gia into her tunnel of hot, sticky love. Just for him. His new home. With his eyes rolling and her legs shaking, Jamil thrust harder and harder until Gia was moaning loudly in his ear. He watched her face as the pleasure he’d given her took over her body.

  “I think that’s it, Milli!” Her eyes closed then opened right back up. “Is that it? Am I doing it?” Her eyes were wide with questioning. “I’ve never had an orgasm during sex before.”

  The pressure from her orgasm had her walls squeezing the life from his dick. He was so focused on watching her, he pulled away some so he could look down as he disappeared inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” he grunted.

  “Ahhhhhh!” Gia released into his ear and on his dick at the same time.

  “That’s it, Gee.” He leaned back down near her face. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing it.”

  That was all he needed to complete him. He came at the tail end of her orgasm, bringing about another one for her before their first session of lovemaking was over. Instead of pulling out, Jamil lay on top of her with his dick still nestled tightly within the walls of his newfound home. He kissed her lips softly as she rode her orgasmic wave.

  When he felt that she was good, he rolled out of her and lay on the bed beside her. Gia turned over quickly and he pulled her the rest of the way so that she was lying on his chest. He rubbed her back absentmindedly as he thought about what would be next.

  He’d bared just about everything to her, and she’d accepted it. As beautiful as their night had just been, all he could think about was her changing her mind about everything she’d said. Especially if the rest of his problems ever came out.

  Gia kissed his chest. “You’re safe with me.”

  “You mean everything you said?” He hadn’t wanted to ask, but he couldn’t afford any surprises.

  “Every word. I love you.”

  “I’ve waited for the moment to be with you.”

  She snickered. “You didn’t know me until a few days ago.”

  “No, I mean I’ve prayed for the moment God would send me someone who would love me past my flaws, and even if you are just saying it, I feel like it’s real.”

  “That’s because it is. Even though I’m a hoe. I can’t believe I just had sex with you.” Gia covered her face.

  Jamil immediately moved her hands. “I don’t think you’re a hoe. We were just enjoying the moment. Don’t be embarrassed.”

  She looked at him with worry in her eyes. “I know how y’all men are. Y’all love to talk about women that give it up fast.” She groaned. “You’re going to tell Iverson too, aren’t you? Then you’re probably not going to call me any more after this.” She looked so annoyed he almost laughed in her face, but he masked it.

  “Hell nah. I’m not gon’ stop calling you. I love you, remember? You just better not tell anybody I was up in here crying and shit like a li’l bitch.”

  Gia laughed and shook her head, rubbing her locs across the pillow. “I wouldn’t do that. I just said your secrets are safe with me. Why would I lie?”

  He shrugged. “People lie.”

  “Not me.”

  The room fell quiet as Jamil and Gia lay in bed for another few minutes before making themselves get up to shower. Being that Gia was still extremely sore from the dick he’d just given her, he had to carry her into the bathroom as well as bathe her. He made sure to be extra gentle due to the fact she jumped anytime his hand grazed between her thighs.

  Jamil hadn’t meant to hurt her like that, but he’d wanted her to feel every ounce of emotion she’d made him feel. When he was done bathing her, he turned the water up a little warmer and held her up to it. The warm drops of water spraying against her aching body relaxed her a little more and he was able to take her out and dry her off.

  He rubbed the lotion that he’d
gotten from the hotel bathroom all over her body as she lay limply on one of the beds watching him. When he was sure that she was taken care of, he laid her in the other, dry bed and climbed in behind her. If he was able to take care of her like that every day for the rest of his life, then he would die a happy man.

  His Gee . . . the perfect stranger who was turning out to be the answer to his prayers. Before turning off the last lamp, Jamil leaned over her shoulder to look at her face. She was sleeping and looked like a goddess. Her hair was thrown all over her pillowcase and her radiant skin was lighting up his world. He pressed his lips to her temple before shutting off the light and silently thanking God for, if nothing more, their night together. That was enough.

  Chapter Seven

  “Giving myself to Jamil felt like the right thing to do just by talking to him, so once I finally went all the way and chose to ignore the caution signs, I was the happiest I’d been in a long time. Many people will probably never understand the connection he and I have, and that’s fine with me. As long as he knows that he’s mine and I’m his, then that’s all that matters.”

  —Gee

  The wind blew into the open windows of the truck as Iverson sped down the highway. It was a little after ten o’clock the next morning, and the entire truck was quiet. Everyone was looking out of their windows, probably reflecting on the previous night.

  If no one else was, Gia was. She’d awakened that morning wrapped tightly in Jamil’s arms. It had felt so right, she’d closed her eyes and attempted to fall back to sleep but couldn’t. All she kept thinking about was what he was going to think of her.

  Though he’d said he wouldn’t judge her based upon their premature revelations of love followed by their night of passion, that’s just how men were. They would tell you one thing and do another. To further complicate her life, she hadn’t had very much experience with men due to her running. She spent so much time training that she didn’t have very much time for other things, mainly men. Kainoa had been her first everything, and he’d never made her body react to sex the way Jamil had. She’d been quietly torturing herself all morning.

  She lay still, enjoying the moment until his breathing changed and she could tell he’d woken up. Instead of torturing herself any further, she turned in his embrace and caught his gaze, but only for a second. He looked to be thinking of a few things himself as he lay staring at the wall behind her head.

  “You okay?” she’d asked quietly, trying not to give him a whiff of her morning breath.

  “Yeah. You?”

  “Yeah.”

  Questions and a tiny bit of awkwardness circled them as neither of them said anything else. Gia tried her hardest not to give in to the negative things that kept coming to her mind, but when she could no longer tame them, she scooted away from him. Well, at least she tried.

  Jamil’s grip around her waist, pulling her back to him, stopped her. He finally looked down into her face. Concern was etched through his eyebrows.

  “You running?”

  Am I running? Gia looked to the side for a moment, trying to decide for her own self if she was, in fact, running.

  “I guess our one night is over?”

  “It doesn’t have to be.” She spoke meekly and a little too quietly. Had they been anywhere but the sanctity of their silent hotel room, he probably wouldn’t have heard her.

  He pecked her forehead. “I don’t want it to be.”

  “Then it isn’t.”

  His lips pressed against her forehead again. “Good. Let’s live in this night for a while.”

  “I think I can do that.”

  After that, Jamil released Gia so that she could move out of the bed and go on about her business. She took her time in the bathroom freshening up as best she could before sliding on her new pair of running shorts and Nike shirt she’d brought out of the car last night.

  Being that she hadn’t brought any panties with her, she didn’t bother to put any on. She gathered all of her locs up into her hands before wrapping a band around them twice to secure her ponytail.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, she grabbed her iPod from her purse and looked over at Jamil. He was still lying in the bed but was now turned over onto his back.

  “I’m going down to the gym to run a few miles,” she informed him.

  He sat up in the bed, allowing the sheet to fall around his waist. The drowsiness still covering his face was so cute. She smiled at him and leaned her head to the side a little as he watched her watch him.

  “You was just gon’ leave me?”

  “I didn’t know you wanted to go.”

  He rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. Let me throw something on real quick.” He looked around the floor. “Damn, I didn’t bring anything else.”

  Gia dug into her bag and pulled out the black Nike shorts and bright orange shirt he’d picked out from the outlet.

  “I brought these out of the car for you to change into today.”

  Before smiling, his eyes trailed from the clothes in her hand to her face. “Look at you.”

  Gia blushed before tossing the clothes onto the bed.

  “Appreciate that, bae. I hadn’t even thought about it.”

  “I figured that.”

  Jamil sat in the same spot for a few more minutes before standing from the bed. Gia tried her best not to stare at his semierect penis as he stretched. She crossed her legs a little tighter as her stomach flipped. Replays from their sex had her feeling bubbly inside.

  She looked over at him again quickly, trying to steal another glance of his perfectly sexy naked body. It was so much lighter than hers, and so much larger. His arms were ripped with muscles, as were his chest and legs. His thighs were so large and muscular that she would have almost thought he ran too.

  “What you looking at, Gee?” His voice brought her eyes to his face.

  “Your thighs. They’re so big and toned like mine, but I’m sure you don’t run.” She giggled to herself.

  “I do run . . . from the police.”

  He was quiet for a minute until they both burst out laughing. He grabbed the clothes and walked past her, rubbing his shirt over her face. She swatted his hand away before watching him go into the bathroom.

  After another ten minutes they grabbed their things from the room, made sure they hadn’t left anything, and left. Checkout was soon, so they figured after their workout, versus going back to the room, they could walk and grab a bite to eat.

  With Jamil walking so tall and out of the ordinary next to her, Gia felt small and safe. Her eyes roamed the broad open windows of their hotel. The sidewalks of the streets were packed with pedestrians either shopping or casually strolling with their family and friends. She was so busy people watching that he decided it was best if he held her hand whenever they moved through large throngs of people and pulled her to him so that her back was resting against his chest as they rode the elevator.

  “You want to just run to the Waffle House down the street?” Gia looked up from the Google website on her phone.

  “How you know it’s a Waffle House near us?”

  “I just looked it up.”

  “And you want to run there?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Yes. It’s not that far. It says here it’s only like two miles away.”

  Jamil frowned like he wanted to decline, but she urged him to say yes, so he gave in. Once they were outside, he instantly regretted his decision to run and tried to change his mind, but she wouldn’t allow him. Not only was it hot, but there were too many people to try and jog through.

  “Nope. Come on, Milli. It’s not that far, baby.”

  He turned his nose up at her playfully and they began running, but only because she called him baby. The entire run there ended up being a little longer due to the fact she had to keep stopping to let him take a breath. She couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped her lips when she looked behind her and he was bent over with his hands resting on his knees, breathing hard.

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�Damn, Gee, hold on. I can’t run no more.”

  She was still laughing as she jogged in place.

  “I don’t know why you fucking laughing. When I make you carry me the rest of the way you won’t be laughing.”

  “Jamil, come on and stop cutting up. It’s right there. You see it?” She pointed down the street and he followed her finger.

  “Fuck me!” he yelled breathlessly when he saw how far they still had to run. “You giving me some more pussy for this shit here.”

  Gia jogged to him and pulled his arm as she laughed. “I got you.”

  He looked at her with a serious expression as he stood back up, preparing to run again. “Today.” He used his pointer finger, pointing at nothing really, just needing to reiterate her timing for sex.

  Her hair slid over in her ponytail a little as she leaned her head to the side laughing at him.

  “Okay, Milli Rock. Bring your complaining butt on.”

  He slapped her butt hard before taking off in a light jog ahead of her. “Don’t worry. I’ma make you feel my pain later. Bring your ass on,” he yelled over his shoulder.

  Gia caught up to him and they jogged the rest of the way together, bickering back and forth the entire way. When they finally got to the restaurant, Jamil nearly collapsed into one of the empty booths. Gia slid in gracefully across from him.

  He used a napkin to dab the sweat from his face as he looked over at her. “Nah, you come sit over here by me. Don’t be trying to run from me now, because you know I should beat your ass for the shit you just pulled.”

  Gia shook her head and stayed on her side. “Just order you some water and hush.”

  The waitress came over, took their orders, and had their food on the table in no time. Breakfast went extremely well, and before they knew it, they were back in the lobby of the hotel waiting for Oni and Iverson to come from whatever sex trap they’d built the night before.