Walking back to the car, I look across the street and I see Pure Sin. Thoughts of Jackson enter my mind and my body instantly gets heated. The way he took charge and made me do things so recklessly, with such abandon has me wanting him. I really want to see him again and I can’t wait until he calls me to schedule our date. At that moment, my phone dings with a text and speaking of the devil.
Him: Hey Crystal, are you busy tonight? I would love to have dinner. I know it’s short notice, but I can’t stop thinking about you and I want to see you.
Me: Hi Jackson, I would love to have dinner with you! What time should I be ready?
Him: Pick you up at 7?
Me: Perfect! See you then!
Him: See you then!
“What has you smiling so hard,” Steph asks?
“That was Jackson. He asked me out to dinner tonight.”
“Is he the guy you were talking about before that showed potential?” Charlene inquires.
“Yes, I really like him, and we had the most amazing time last Friday at Pure Sin. It’s like we have such a connection already and I just want to be with him every second.”
“Wow look at that blush on your face! He sounds like an absolute dream.”
“It feels like a dream and I can’t wait to have dinner with him.”
“Well, I hope it works out for you two.”
“Thank you!”
Chapter 13
Crystal
I get home at five o’clock which only gives me two hours to get ready. I immediately call April and Chas to my room to help me get ready. April always does my makeup and Chas is in charge of choosing my outfit. Between the two of them, I know I will look fabulous. I shower and shave while they get everything ready. I decide to wear my hair up and let a few tendrils frame my face. Chas has chosen a simple black lace midi dress with black strappy heels. To accentuate my updo, she chooses silver teardrop earrings, my silver coach necklace, and my silver karma ring. April works her magic on my face using a pallet of rose and pink. I spray on my favorite perfume and I’m ready just in time as the doorbell rings.
“How do I look?” I ask Chas.
In all of her sassiness she tells me,
“You look like you’ll get more than a finger banging tonight!”
I can’t help but laugh at that crazy girl. She just says whatever pops into her head and that’s one of the things I love about her.
I open the door and my breath is taken away as his hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me in for a kiss. No words, just soft, nipping, exploring lips tasting me. My arms wrap around his neck and I’m lost in this moment. My brain is fuzzy, and my legs are weak. He holds me tighter as he deepens the kiss.
“Well, damn, get a fucking room already,” Chas yells.
“Shit! Sorry, I just needed to kiss you again.”
“That was the best hello I’ve ever received,” I say, still frazzled.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes.”
I turn around and wave bye to the girls. They’re laughing at me as they wave and say bye.
We make light conversation as we make our way downtown. We’re going to Melisse and it’s one of my favorite restaurants. It’s very intimate, and the food is amazing. One of the first things I notice is what a gentleman Jackson is. He’s very attentive and I’m already enjoying our spending time with him. We’re seated at our table and we order wine. I tell him what my favorite dishes are, and we order. We talk the entire time and we learn so much about each other. I tell him all about Jeffrey and he tells me about his move from Chicago and the bad breakup he experienced. I tell him all about how the girls and I met and about my parents. He tells me how both of his parents died when he was younger, and he has no siblings. We have that in common. I’m an only child born after years of my parents trying to have a baby. Our conversation is interrupted when the waiter brings our food. It smells delicious and tastes better than I remember. Once he’s gone, we pick up where we left off and just continue with getting to know one another. It’s as if we both want to move forward with whatever this is. The surrounding air is charged with a current of need. His eyes are like dark pools that I want to drown in. I want him and if he asks me to come home with him, I’m going to say yes.
“Crystal, do you feel what I’m feeling?”
He’s staring at me, his eyes begging for me to be in agreement.
I find myself once again struggling to form words and I just say “yes.”
I always seem to forget basic words when I’m around this man.
“Let’s get out of here!”
He pays the check and we leave.
We make it to his place and for a single guy, it’s really nice and clean. The décor is simple, yet eye catching and it’s very cozy.
“Would you like something to drink,” he asks.
Biting my lip, I say,
“No, I just want you.”
He’s on me in a flash! He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. He sets me down on my feet and starts kissing me slowly, keeping our mouths fused as we remove our clothes. The feel of his body against mine is sensory overload. His hands are everywhere, rubbing, teasing, kneading my flesh and leaving me panting. He turns me around and whispers in my ear,
“Crawl up on the bed.”
I immediately obey his command and I know he’s watching my ass, swaying side to side as I make my way toward the headboard. I can feel my arousal every time my thighs move. I’m so wet for him and I can’t wait to feel him inside me. He opens the drawer next to the bed and pulls out several condoms and I smile, knowing we’re going to use all of them.
The look he gives me burns me, the desire is thick in the air and there are no words, just pure lust, wanting, and needing. His eyes say, possess, acquire and I’m a vessel of need waiting for our connection. He whispers dirty words of promised ecstasy in my ear. I barely notice the heat of tonight because his desire for me is flaming my soul. He takes his fill, tasting, biting, licking. Satisfaction is out of reach because it’s not enough, yet too much. My body is on fire as his tongue delves into every crevice of my being. No part of me is left untouched. I try to reciprocate because I want him to feel what I’m feeling, but he keeps saying that tonight is all about me. He sits up and uses his knees to spread me wide. He rips open a condom and after sliding it on, he thrusts forward, and we pause, just for a moment. Staring at each other, we try to comprehend how fucking good this feels. Several emotions pass between us. Trust, understanding, confusion. It’s all there waiting for us to embrace it.
He breaks our stare and looks down at where our bodies are joined. His sweat drips on my clit, beating it softly like a drum, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He feels so good, stretching and filling me, but not too much, it’s perfect. My pussy is throbbing around him. I can feel the moment that I surrender all of me. He watches as he moves with slow sensual strokes. It’s so carnal and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Like he’s fascinated and transfixed on our joining. I’m writhing and so open, letting him have all that I have to give. I don’t hold back as my moans mix with our lust. The smell is intoxicating, leaving me drunk. His voice penetrates my delirium,