Baby Can I Upgrade You?

9. Sandwich King

Jaden

"I told you I make a mean sandwich!" I smile triumphantly as I pick up Imani's empty plate and place it in the sink.

"I bow down to you sandwich king. That was amazing." She bows to me with her hands raised and then sits back in her chair, rubbing her belly with a satisfied smile.

The stomach isn't the just the way to a man's heart but to a woman's too. I love a woman with a healthy appetite and my honey-mustard southern fried chicken sandwich always hits the spot. Watching Imani glow with satisfaction under my lashes as I wash the dishes only makes me want her more. I finish in time to catch a glimpse of Imani rolling her shoulders and wincing from the movement. She must be hurting from her workout. I can fix that.

"You alright over there?" I ask Imani as I throw the dishcloth on the counter and head towards her.

"Yeah, just a bit stiff. I guess it serves me right for bunking all week." She crosses her right arm over her chest, massaging her tense left shoulder.

"Let me give you a massage." I huskily whisper in her ear as I come to stand behind her and lay my hand over hers.

"Hmmm, are you a trained professional? I'm not trying to end up injured." She asks skeptically as she looks up at me with a taunting smirk.

"I am a certified sports massage therapist actually, so you're in good hands." I confidently respond as I lean in close to her face till we're nose to nose.

Imani gulps nervously and then let's out a shaky chuckle. "Let's see your certificate." She challenges me with a quirked brow.

I groan, rolling my eyes and then cover her temptingly plump lips with mine, stealing a hot kiss. I pull away and look at into Imani's dilated pupils. "That's my certificate." I move away and pull her up out of her seat and guide her to the middle of the open-plan lounge.

I move the wooden coffee table off the plush black rug, grabbing large cushions off the couch and lining them up on the floor like a mini bed. I grab my tog back on the floor, pulling out some essential oils I keep handy and I place them next to the cushions. I turn back to Imani and stand right in front of her. "You need to take off your clothes." I whisper as my hands play with the hem of her tank top at her flanks. Imani simply nods and I slide my hands under her top, letting my hands softly skim over her soft skin as I slowly take off her top and drop it at our feet. I take a moment to appreciate her cleavage that is heaving up and down with each breath in her hot pink sports bra. I have to shake my head to refocus on the task at hand. I'll enjoy those later.

Imani's leggings have to go next and I drop to my knees before her and hook my thumbs into the hem of her leggings, making sure not to hook her underwear too. I look up into Imani's eyes as I slip them off and I make sure to trail my thumbs over her flesh which immediately raises into goosebumps and she bites her bottom lip seductively.

Fuck! It takes all of my willpower not to take her right now. I can smell her arousal and I quickly stand up to get away from the temptation. I guide her over to the makeshift bed and she lays down on her stomach. My eyes rake over the perfection before me and my little guy twitches at the sight of Imani's butt cheeks peeking out of her sexy black boy short underwear with the word "Juicy" writing in pink glitter. Juicy indeed, I smirk. God Bless whoever designed this type of underwear. It just does something for me, I'll take it over a thong any day.

I stop my gawking before Imani gets weirded out and I straddle her big butt, enjoying how my dick rests in the crease of her cheeks. Imani gasps softly so I know she can feel it too. You gotta love grey sweatpants! I squirt some lavender oil onto my hands and I lean forward, placing my hands on her shoulder blades and spreading the oil over her back by sliding my hands backwards into the dip in her lower back. I run my hands up her back, kneading my thumbs in circles on her supple skin and she moans in content. "You like that babe?"