Page 28 of The Best Man: Unfinished Business

“You could do that too,” Kwesi interjected. Robyn raised her eyebrow. “This dish is incredible.” He took her hand from across the table. “If you just made this one dish, you’d have a line of people from miles around. It’s absolutely delicious. It’s so… you. ” Looking into his eyes, Robyn melted.

“Thank you,” she said. “I have a lot to offer, Kwesi.” It was Kwesi’s turn to raise his eyebrow.

“Is that right?” Kwesi replied.

Robyn nodded and leaned forward toward Kwesi.

The food was delicious, but she didn’t want to eat much more.

She wanted to feel light and relaxed, no need for extra calories poking out in unwanted places.

She moved closer now, so close that she could smell the light fragrance emanating from the top of his shirt.

He smelled warm, like tobacco and spice.

“I can think of only one thing more delicious than my plate,” Kwesi said, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

He dipped his lashes low and brought his face closer to hers.

Robyn sipped at the air between them, feeling herself drawing closer to him.

When their lips met it was electric, the touch of sensitive skin to skin.

Robyn was happy that he took his time with it, with her, drawing back to make another slow approach to her mouth with his, teasing a bit, just a brush at first. She felt the warm flush on her cheeks, yet she still felt fully comfortable in his arms, next to him in the delicious halo of his scent.

It was hard to keep herself from leaning too far into his kisses.

He brushed her lips once…and then twice…

and then a third time, lingering just a bit longer with each one.

Waiting, she bit her bottom lip with anticipation of his mouth returning to hers.

His lips were so soft, lush pillows to get lostin.

Kissing Kwesi was so innocent at first, so slow and lovely, just the two of them still sitting at the table, leaning toward each other in chairs, taking the time to explore just this version of intimacy.

He pulled her closer, bringing his lips to her ear.

Robyn let her eyes drop closed and softly released the breath she’d been holding.

“Shall we move to the living room?” His accent was enticing and elegant, and the way he delivered his words—on a tickling breeze at her ear, it all started to bring the heat to rise between her legs. She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d last in this seat anyway.

Robyn nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh,” she managed to say with a smile.

Kwesi stood up, pulled Robyn to standing, and ushered them both to the sofa in a room with a wall of shelved albums and books.

It was even more enticing to be surrounded by the energies of art and ideas, of music and brilliance.

The paintings on the walls were gorgeous as well, filling the space with sumptuous patterns of color.

The sofa in front of her was brown suede leather.

When she sat down, she felt welcomed by its comforting buttery feel.

Kwesi allowed her to settle while he dimmed the overhead lights, leaving only two flickering candles on the coffee table, bathing the room in soft illumination.

Kwesi approached again, looking handsome and perfect, like his skin tone was made to come alive in candlelight.

“There,” he said, settling next to her. “Is that better?” He smiled at her in a way that must have been illegal somewhere.

The curve of his lips, the slight slant of his eyes, the way Robyn could see him searching her face for a response, she breathed him in, wanting to savor every moment.

Something about this was special, and Robyn feltit.

She sighed and leaned closer to him, allowing their bodies to touch in more places.

“Would you mind if I made you a bit more comfortable?” Kwesi placed his hand on Robyn’s leg as he asked.

Do I mind? “I don’t mind at all,” Robyn said softly.

Instantly, he shifted his long frame down to kneeling beside her on the floor.

When he reached for her foot, Robyn said a quiet thanks for having gotten a fresh pedicure.

Slowly, sumptuously, he pulled her leg toward him and slid her shoe inch by inch from her foot.

He did the same thing with her other foot, spreading her legs a bit in the process and allowing the cooler air to tickle the warm wetness that had begun to build between her legs.

With his hands, he began kneading the bare skin of her foot, like she saw him work earlier, crafting the dough for the bread.

This time, it was the arch of her foot he kneaded, rolling a loose fist against it, releasing tension there as his thumbs worked the center.

Robyn loved that he anticipated her desires.

“That…feels…so good,” she breathed out, leaning her head back and savoring the sensation.

She allowed her legs to spread farther, to the edges of her skirt.

It was the fabric now that was the only thing holding them together.

He’d made her feel so relaxed. Kwesi reached her toes then, rubbing up the length of her foot, through the center, and lacing each toe with the tips of each of his fingers.

Kneading them and stretching them. Pulling them toward him… even as he…

Robyn gasped with surprise. The sensation of warm moisture hit her suddenly, then she opened her eyes and found her toes wrapped by Kwesi’s mouth.

Is this man sucking my… Robyn’s thoughts were interrupted by the moan that escaped her lips.

Kwesi kept his eyes trained on her, meeting her curious gaze with his own full of intensity.

When his tongue flicked between her toes and entwined its way to caress each one, she couldn’t help herself.

She moaned again and felt surprised to hear herself express pleasure so loudly.

But it feels so good, she thought. She hoped he wouldn’t stop and he didn’t.

At least, not until he finished with her feet and began to make a warm trail of kisses up her leg.

She leaned forward momentarily, wondering what she could do to deliver her own gifts of pleasure when he was so far away from her hands and mouth. She started to move closer to him, but he laid his large hand at the base of her belly.

“Just relax, Robyn, I’ve got this.” Her breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed, mesmerized by his smile in the candlelight. He returned to his work of inching his lips and tongue along the inside of her leg toward her now pulsating center.

Robyn’s pulse quickened with anticipation; her breath became heavier as the warm, tingling flush of arousal started to build in her body.

Kwesi’s lips on her skin, brushing, sucking on her inner thigh, made her want to moan, to growl, to useher hands to grab his head and hold it there.

She wanted to rip her own clothes open. He was making her wild, edging toward herlimits of control, inch by inch into a wonderful swirl of desire. And she lovedit.

“I…I…want this,” Robyn whispered. She was sure she meant everything that was happening physically, but also, more of this, of him, of Kwesi.

She wanted his mouth on her neck, her breasts, her nipples, the small of her back.

She wanted to feel him suck her, bite her, be on top of her, inside her, she wanted… more.

It seemed to be all the permission he needed.

Kwesi looked up at her briefly, processing her desire.

Then, directly, he pushed her skirt all the away up and spread her legs wide enough to accommodate him sliding between her thighs.

His tongue grazed the side of her panties, just before she felt the moist heat of his mouth and pointed pressure laded directly on her where it was most sensitive, using slow, dragging flicks to set a fire in the rest of her body.

Robyn whispered his name, “Kwesi.” And kept saying, “yes…yesss,” moaning her permission, her approval, and her pleasure, particularly when he slid her panties down past her thighs and pulled them off to drop on the floor.

It became easier and easier to lose herself in the deft swirls of his slippery kisses, his consistent touch, and the tease of his two fingers.

This was exactly what she needed to release, to let herself succumb to waves of pleasure overtaking her, like the tides of the beach until one after another the jolts of ecstasy crashed through her body, convulsing her over and over and over again.