With You

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These are the times we all wish for
The moment when less means so much more
We don't have to do a thing at all
We can take our time and talk
And this is the way things need to be
No pressure from you and none from me
Just let the mood set the moment off
We can make love or not at all
I don't make promises
'Cause I know my heart gets weak
When I get around you girl
It makes them hard to keep (alright, alright, alright)
'Cause you bring out the best (yes you do)
Make me the man (oh, yes you do)
God knows I'm proud to be
Baby yeah
These are the times we all wish for
The moment when less means so much more
We don't have to do a thing at all
We can take our time and talk
: These Are The Times by Dru Hill

                            Jah P.O.V
       "Jah," I heard Kyan call. I stood up and opened my office door, so she could come in.

           "Hey gorgeous," I said starting to kiss her lips, but she turned her head at the last minute.

           "Hi. How are you?" She asked clasping her hands together.

            "I'm fine, how about you?" I asked.

            "As good as I'm going to get," she replied sitting down in one of the chairs opposite of my desk. I sat back at my desk. Seems like someone has an attitude, an attitude that I do not have to deal with, so she might as well get the fuck up outta here.

            "Why are you here?" I asked her. She didn't say anything, just stared at me. I took a deep breath about to ask her again but my phone rang.

               "Speak."

              "Vieni a casa di tuo padre adesso."

              "Sarò lì a breve." I hung up. Kyan stared at me like she was trying to figure me out or something.  "I have to go, but I'll be back shortly. Stay, leave do whatever. I don't care." I walked out of the office and she followed me.

              "Wait," she grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry. Can we talk when you get back? I just wanna talk." She grabbed my face. "I'm sorry." Something tugged inside of my chest. Nobody has ever in their life apologized to me before, at least not apologized and meant it.

             "We can talk when I get back, I promise." She smiled and kissed me. I circled my arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. She pulled away grinning at me. "You look so damn good," I told her untying her shirt. I began to leave kisses down her neck working my way across her chest to her silk covered breasts.

              "I thought you had to go," she said as her breathing became her even.

             "It can wait. You're what's important right now," I told her. "Talk."

            "How the hell am I supposed to focus with you kissing on me?" She groaned. I lifted her up, so she was on my waist, and she wrapped her legs around me.

             "Multitask," I replied carrying her into my bedroom.

               "I can't," she replied as we sat on the bed. She literally ripped open my shirt as I continued attacking her with her kisses on her breasts. I unzipped her shorts and she quickly came out of them. "Condom?" I leaned back and pulled one out of the dresser by my bed. And surpringly she got the condom on my dick the first time.

Then she climbed on top of me and place my dick inside of her with slow tortuous movements. I placed my hands on her hips as she began to bounce up and down. "Jeremiah," she whispered wrapping her arms around me.