Feelings and friendship

Chapter three

He was still staring at me, waiting for a response. I couldn't even think, let alone talk.
Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? This chemistry caught me off guard. He grew impatient, lowered his head without taking off my shorts and bit just hard enough. I moaned his name, he growled again, grabbed me tighter by the hips and pulled me closer. He put his head back between my legs, inhaled deeply and whispered: "How come you smell like cocoa butter and vanilla down there? Makes me want to..."
"Ssshh, shut up... please" I whispered back because his voice was making me all kinds of crazy and I was about to come without him even doing anything. "Why? talk to me" he said and I felt the bass of his voice vibrate against my clit. "Fuck" I moaned. "I asked you a question and I would love to get an answer, right now" He sat up, grabbed me, flipped me over with quickness and made me lay ass up face down. I gasped for air.

He wrapped my hair around the palm of his hands and wrist and pulled gently. I gasped for air again, he laughed. Damn, even his laugh was sexy... It had something villain like. But before I could even think about that, he spanked me on the ass while tugging on my hair and said "Aren't you going to answer? I'm waiting". I couldn't answer even if I could remember what the goddamn question was. "I can't" I said, at least I think I said something that sounds like that. When and how did this escalate this quickly? I tried to recompose because this time I wanted to do things the right way. I hurt him once already. He isn't the one to be acting like a lil' ho with. He is husband material so I should behave like wifey, if that's what I would like to be.

Just as I was about to tell him to hold on a minute. He let go of my hair, which released a whole lot of sexual tension. In my daily life I like to have control, but while having sex, I love it if a man takes all the control off my hands. So when he let go of my hair, I thought I regained a little control which would mean I could think a little clearer.

I was still on all fours and when I tried to sit up to fix my hair, he moved from behind me, laid down in between my legs and looked up at me. I couldn't breathe. Just the sight of him and the thought of me on top of him was so strange yet so familiar and crazy hot. I imagined lowering my private parts just a little, just to feel what his lips would feel like on my lips. What his tongue would feel like on my clit. What it would feel like for me to ride the shit out of his face. He saw me struggle and smiled... I got dizzy again. Why is everything about this man so fucking sexy all of a sudden? When did this happen? In that instance I saw our future together and this crazy story I would or could tell my future kids about the way their parents met, were best friends and over a decade later met up and started their love story. 

He put his hands on my hips and started to slowly take off my shorts while looking at me for approval. The look in his eyes and his hands on my body interrupted my train of thought. I let out a sigh. "This has been long overdue" he said while he licked his lips. I almost lost it. When he saw I wasn't wearing any underwear, I heard the deepest growl I've ever heard before and he started to rip open my shorts. Those sounds combined made my head spin. It was something I could get addicted to. That type of desire, I would want every single woman to feel. Its what every woman deserves to feel. Its something that I wouldn't want to be a one time thing. That reminded me of the wifey plan "hold on, wait... let me think!" I said while I quickly got off his face. "This is the moment you choose to think?" He said while he sat up and leaned in to sniff the crook of my neck. He closed his eyes "so good...". I got distracted, again. He started planting kisses from the back of my ear to my collar bone. I rellished in every single kiss and threw my head back. "Damn babygirl, I didn't know the chemistry would be like this." That snapped me right out if it, I gently pushed him away and said: "you're distracting me... you're making it hard to think". "Okay.. Still so indecisive I see... but see, the thing is.. you're making me hard.. period." He laughed as he stroked himself. I could see the imprint and my eyes widened.