Page 4 of Loving a Libra (BLP Signs of Love #7)
This was wrong, but everything about it felt right.
There would be consequences, but none of them mattered.
They didn’t matter the first time I kissed her.
They didn’t matter the first time my tongue licked her pussy.
They didn’t matter when I shot my seeds deep into her womb as we climaxed simultaneously.
Our breathing was labored as I rolled over next to her and pulled her close to me. We lay in silence with shimmers of light coming from the moon around the perimeter of the shades. A thin layer of sweat covered our bodies, and Devyn must’ve felt a chill because she shivered.
“I should probably go before he gets home.”
“I meant what I said.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t your hormones talking?”
“I told you I was in love with you before I ate your pussy and shot up the club. What I said ain’t got shit to do with my hormones.”
“I can’t just break up with him and pop out with you.”
“Why not?”
“He’ll think I was cheating all along. I want him to think everything is cool.”
“I’ll let you handle it however you see fit, but don’t drag this shit out.”
“I won’t.”
“And don’t even think about fucking him again.”
“After what I just experienced, I don’t even want that nigga fucking me in his dreams.”
We took a quick shower together, and it took everything in me not to fuck her again. Devyn’s pussy was better than any I’d ever had, and I couldn’t wait to experience her again.
She slipped back into her hoodie, sweats, and slides, while I only donned a pair of underwear. At my door, we were caught up in a kiss that I wished could last forever. She finally pulled away and looked into my eyes.
“You’re the reason I didn’t notice everything wrong between me and Maurice. Everything I wanted to do with him, I did with you. I enjoyed it so much that I didn’t notice I was doing them with the wrong person.”
I shook my head. “I was never the wrong person.”
I kissed her forehead, opened the door, and waited until she was inside before closing my door. The fallout from this would be bad, but I had no regrets.
“Aye, I got home late as hell last night. If Devyn asks you anything, tell her we were here late discussing business and went to get some food.”
It was the night after I’d crossed every line there was to be crossed with Devyn. I was in my office, where I spent most of the nights when I worked at ELR , going over paperwork. Last I knew, Maurice wasn’t coming in, so I was confused by his presence.
“I told you to stop using me as your alibi,” I responded, without looking up from the papers in front of me.
“It was all I could think of at the last minute. Oh, and I told her you had a date last night. She might ask you how it was.”
I nodded but still didn’t look at him. He continued to ramble about the woman he’d been with last night.
Just the mention of the night before made me tune him out and reminisce about my time with Devyn.
It was a good thing I was seated because by the time I tuned back into the bullshit he was talking, my dick was hard as hell.
“It sounds like she was a good time.”
“Hell yeah. That’s why I’m here tonight. She wanted to hook up again, but I’m meeting her at her place.”
“Do you ever think about how Devyn might feel if she found out about all the women you’ve been with since y’all been together?”
He laughed dismissively. “That would never happen. She might find out about one or two, but never all of them.”
“Oh, I guess that makes it better.”
“It does. She’ll forgive me for one or two.”
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah. She loves me, wants to marry me, and have my children. Plus, after being with someone for five years, who wants to start over?”
I shook my head, already sick of the conversation. Maurice thought he could do no wrong and that Devyn would never leave him. His confidence made me question whether or not he was right.
“I need to get back to this paperwork so I can show my face before leaving.”
“Cool. I’ll let you get back to it. I told Devyn?—”
“Keep me outta that shit, man.”
He laughed again before leaving my office, closing the door behind him.
I didn’t think Devyn was foolish enough to stay with Maurice, knowing what she knew, but stranger things had happened.
I pushed the thoughts from my mind and focused on the tasks at hand, and about an hour passed before I heard a tap on my door.
“Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and I smiled wide when I saw it was Devyn.
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“I’m off tonight and was bored. You busy?”
“Am I ever too busy for you?”
She closed the door, locking it before she approached my desk.
“I saw Maurice leaving.”
“Did you know he would be here?” She nodded. “And you came anyway?”
She shrugged. “I don’t owe him anything.”
“C’mere.”
She took her time coming around to the other side of my desk, and when she reached me, I pulled her onto my lap.
“Spend the night with me?”
“At your place?”
“Wherever.”
“Okay.”
“No shit?”
She nodded. “I want to tell you my plans anyway.”
“I’ll book a room and send you the details.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go pick up the food I ordered.”
“Did you pay for it?”
“Of course, and I don’t want my money back.”
She leaned forward and kissed my lips. When she tried to pull away, I grabbed the back of her neck and held her in place, slipping my tongue between her lips. I enjoyed kissing Devyn. Her lips were soft, and her tongue tasted good. Unfortunately, I had to pull away when my dick began to stiffen.
“What will you tell Maurice?”
“You let me worry about that.”
She kissed me again before getting up and leaving my office. I booked a room downtown at a five-star hotel and sent her the information.
At about ten o’clock, I’d completed what I wanted to get done for the night and left my office. I spent about thirty minutes walking around the lounge, greeting customers and ensuring the food and service were satisfactory. After talking to the managers on duty and the cooks, I headed to the hotel.
Twenty minutes later, when I let myself into the room, I heard the shower.
After securing the door, I dropped my gym bag, containing an extra set of clothes, on the floor, and headed straight to the bathroom, undressing on the way.
I pushed the door open and was met with a thin layer of steam.
Devyn wasn’t even startled when I opened the glass door and stepped inside.
“Perfect timing,” she said.
She dropped her loofah, and I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her body against mine.
“Damn, I missed you,” I mumbled with my lips against hers.
She opened her mouth to receive my tongue, and we kissed as if it had been weeks since we last saw each other. I turned her so that her back was up against the shower wall, before cupping her ass. As if we’d done this hundreds of times, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist.
With my dick pressed against her pussy, I ground in a circular motion. If I wasn’t careful, her stomach would be covered in my white, creamy fluid. I caressed both of her breasts with my hands as my tongue traveled to her neck. Her soft moans grew louder as I played with her nipples.
When I’d had enough foreplay, I slipped my hand between her legs and swiped two fingers over her pussy. The clear, slippery substance on my fingers told me what I needed to know. Before making my entrance, I licked my fingers clean.
“You ready?” She nodded. “What are you ready for?”
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me and make me cum all over your dick?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
I grabbed my dick and entered her swiftly. Her body tensed momentarily but relaxed just as quickly. With the hard surface behind her, she had nowhere to run. Her only choice was to take this dick, and take this dick she did.
“Oh shit, Riq. This dick is—shit—it’s so good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
Her wish was my command. I loved a woman who wasn’t shy and didn’t mind demanding what she wanted or clarifying what she didn’t like. If it was good, I wanted to know. If I wasn’t deep enough, I wanted to know. If I was too deep, a nigga wanted to know. If my shit was wack, tell me that too.
“That’s how you want it?”
“Yes, please.”
I went into overdrive and hoped her back wasn’t bruised when we finished.