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The Shadow Box
BY
Alexis Ke
EXCERPT
“Ah, damn, baby. Why do you have on so many clothes?” His voice slid across her, heating her to the core, or was it from the core to the outside. Afryca Leigh wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure of at that precise moment was if he didn’t get inside her quickly she was going to die.
She opened her mouth to answer Simon when the sound of her tee shirt ripping snapped her mouth shut. She fanned her head from right to left, trying to make sense of it. The pleasure this man gave her was like nothing she’d ever felt before and probably never would again. Nonetheless, she wanted, needed more.
Simon pressed his mouth, his glorious mouth with those full, soft lips between her cleavage. She attempted to suck in a steadying breath but it was of no use to her. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her lungs burned. He was killing her.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He glanced up toward her face, winked and then lowered his head to her already hardened nipple.
He twirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked it into his mouth and nipped it. Her body jack knifed off the sofa, a moan poured from her throat.
“I gotta take this to the bed,” he said as he lifted her in one swift move, and cradled her to his body.
Sweat beaded his forehead and dripped down the chiseled muscles of his chest. This wasn’t happening. She’d dreamt of this day for over a year. She’d been invisible to Simon for as long as she’d known him. Sure they were friends, best friends, but you didn’t screw your best friends… or did you.
“Do you want me to stop?”
God no! Afryca shook her head.
“Then open your eyes and look at me.”
“I ca-can’t.”
“Than I’ll make you.” She felt her body press against the mattress of the bed, felt his body slid in beside her.
Immediately his mouth was on her. Tasting. Teasing. Pleasing. He kissed his way to her nipples, giving each one his undivided attention until her moans fractured the sounds of his breathing. He caught her nipple between teeth and tongue and tugged. The throbbing of her clit rippled to the magnitude of a megaton bomb, yet still it wasn’t enough. He licked his way to her stomach, a slow torture.
“Please Simon. Don’t tease.”
“This isn’t a tease, Afryca. This is a promise.” His hands pressed her knees apart until they were almost touching the mattress. He pressed his mouth to the lower pit of her stomach.
Please. If he does what I’m thinking…
“You still have on too many clothes.” His fingers of one hand slid between the lace fabric of her panty and skin while the other hand held her hips. His mouth kissed each inner thigh and then her heat. The panty was of no obstacle. “Lift your hips for me baby.” Her panty slid away without pause.
“Please, Simon. I can’t stand it.”
His tongue flicked across her already throbbing bud and her mind fractured. Prisms of pleasure shot through her body, escalating her heartbeat to fever pitch.
“You like that baby,” he asked as his tongued slid slowly from one end of her heat to the other. It pressed against the opening and of her pussy and paused. He lifted his head and inhaled. “Damn, you smell sweet. Taste even better.” His tongue slid across her again.
“Oh, God. Simon please,” she was reduced to begging for release. She reached out, tried to grasp his head, still his motions.
“Um, uh. You don’t get to demand.” He crawled up the bed, kissing every inch of skin on the way and captured her mouth before she could moan her pleasure.
His hands were tantalizing her, torturing her. He massaged her breast, tweaked her nipples. One palm pressed against her mound and rubbed. The sensations were mind boggling. Her release was seconds away. If only he’d slid his cock into her wet heat. And she was wet. She felt her own juices soaking the insides of her thighs. He had to see her arousal. Hear it. Smell it. Taste it.
He slid a finger into her sheath as if he read her mind. “Afryca, baby, damn you’re so wet.” He then slid in two fingers and slowly pumped his hand.
“Ooh God, Simon. I’m gonna come!”
“Not until I’m in you.” He withdrew his fingers.
Damn him.
Simon tugged his shirt over his head, pushed his pants below his hips and kicked them off. He quickly pressed his body between her legs. His cock hard as steel and as thick as a rod pressed against her opening. He was huge. She wasn’t sure if he would fit. It had been so long since a man had been between her legs. And she has never felt such pleasure as the burning in her core as his cock stretched delicate tissue that hadn’t felt a man’s caress in years. The toys she owned didn’t even compare in the slightest.
“I need you inside!” She grabbed his hips. She wanted to pull him to her as she shoved her body up. There would be no wasting of precious moments this time. She wanted him in one grand slam.
“I need--”
“And I need you on top.”
Yes! Glorious yes! No way would she object to that. She have all of him and he her. She nodded, a rapid motion of the head and closed her eyes. She knew as soon as he flipped their positions she would be impaled on him. Her peak was only seconds away. It had been building from her toes and touching the tip of her head. One slow glide of his shaft in her core move that would be it.
Simon grabbed her waist, and started to roll. The air left her lungs in one swift whoosh. It was as if she was air born. Afryca’s moans were replaced by a scream. Her body slammed against a hard surface, pain shot through her head and the remainder of air in her lungs was punched out.
Bam!
What the hell?
She opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. Memory floated back at a snail’s pace.
Damn.
Double, triple damn.
The sun flitted past the partially opened curtains and brightened the room. The spread and sheets from the bed were half on the bed and half tangled in her legs, her feet. She brought her hand up to her face, stared at the cream coating her fingers. She sniffed her hand and blushed with embarrassment. Afryca shook her head and rubbed the other hand against the knot on the back of her head. She’d hit it when she fell out of the bed. Damn.
“Ah, hell.” She pushed the covers away, glanced at the clock sitting haphazard on the bedside table. “Shit, shit, shit.” She jumped up, wavered and grabbed the bed to steady her.
Even in her dreams, Simon Ellery made her scream, cream and come all in one night. If only she could get him in her bed and between her legs for real.
“And he’d gonna be knocking on your door in forty-five minutes.” She chastised herself.
She grabbed the covers to toss them on the bed and her BOB (battery operated boyfriend) clunked to the floor. More embarrassment heated her cheeks. She didn’t even remember getting it from her suitcase. She took it everywhere and used it often but she always remembered. After all, it was a far cry from the real thing, especially when the real thing was in the form of Simon Ellery. Simon Ellery, her partner in crime, her compadre, her co-worker, her friend. And where the hell where her clothes? Allowing her mind to run back to that most vivid dream she smiled to herself. Last night would be her secret.
She made her way to the bath room and turned the shower on full blast. She was going to need everything at her disposal to get thoughts of Simon out of her head. If only she could tell him how she felt. If only he felt the same way. But she refused to have her emotions, her desire put out there for the entire world to see and for what, for him to reject her. No. That will never happen again.
She stepped into the shower, let the hot water cascade across and down her back. She turned in the water, the hot pellets stinging her everywhere they touched. The stream touched her nipples and sent a wave of electric heat straight to her clit. It throbbed and sensation exploded in her core. Her juices flowed from her and creamed her thighs, yet again. She grabbed the shower wall to steady herself when she felt her knees weaken.
What was she going to do? No way was she going to be able to spend the next two days with him in meetings and in cars, on the plane. Damn, was he going to want her to eat with him too? She prayed not.
God, he was in the hotel room next to her. She covered her mouth when thoughts of him hearing her moan in her sleep entered her mind. Hotel walls can be as thin as paper. How could she face him, carry on a civil conversation, work with him each and every day? She giggled and slid her hand down to her mound. “Might as well get another one in and finish the job.” She mumbled to herself. After all, if all else failed, she could get another job. IT people with her experience and expertise were hard to find. However, deep down she knew that would solve only one thing. It wouldn’t cool the blaze she had for the man she couldn’t have.
Thirty minutes later, Afryca stood in front of the mirror and finished her makeup, her mind wandering back to Simon. She wondered if he would be wearing one of his tailored suits or jeans. The suits fit him perfectly but covered up the cut muscles and toned, tight ass. The jeans were another wet dream waiting to happen. He wore relaxed fitting jeans but they left nothing to the imagination. On more than one occasion they warranted her a good look at his package. Sure, he’d been staring at another woman but the lust in his eyes and the swelling in his pants made her cream her panties. If only he looked at her like that.
She knew him, every single inch of him. She knew his walk, the sound of his voice when he was angry, sad, happy, and sleepy. She knew everything about him, down to the jagged four inch scare that looked like a ‘Y’ above his right hip to the way he licked his lips when something tasted good. She knew everything, except his touch and that was a stab to her gut, her heart. She swore just one touch was all she’d need to stave the feelings she had for him, but that was a bigger lie than the one she told herself constantly that she didn’t feel the way she did. After all, why should she. He certainly didn’t see her the same way.
Even when the woman at work called him a dork, a nerd, she saw more. She loved his geekie Clark Kent look right down to the thick black framed glasses.
She shivered at the thoughts slamming through her mind and relished the thought of Simon’s pink lips suckling her clit, his cream colored cock pushing pass her wet swollen folds, stretching her, filling her. Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. She wasn’t his type and the day she accepted that her life would probably be better. No, not better, just plain old plan.
The loud pounding at her hotel door made her jump. She dragged in a haggard breath and blew it out between clenched teeth.
“Okay.” She fanned her face. “I can do this. After today we’ll be headed back home to the safety of her own apartment and office.”
She pulled the bathroom door shut, and walked toward the living room of her suite. The lips to her pussy were swollen and tender and with each step her clit throbbed. She really didn’t need this distraction. She peered through the security hole and shook her head. Damn, it was going to be a very long day. He decided to wear the jeans.
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