A woman's heart is broken when her husband abuses rather than adores her. She doesn't mean to fall into a compromising situation with someone else. But, when her husband doesn't show her the love and affection she needs, Wes is waiting in the wings to shower Nikki's body with all the attention she craves.
Nikki didn’t know what she was feeling or what was happening between the two of them. And she couldn’t contain herself as he pressed his full firm lips against her soft, lush ones. As their foreheads touched, he continued to gently apply pressure to her lips, asking for permission to enter in.
She slightly parted her lips allowing him to tug her bottom one between his teeth. He wrapped big hands lovingly around her small waist, rubbing his thumbs in little circles on her sides. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. Her slight moans of encouragement had him pressing her back against the bedroom door. She could feel the rising pressure of his penis pushing against her crotch.
The heat rising in her body and the firmness of his hands encircling her was enough to drive her over the edge. Yet, it wasn’t her who pulled back first, it was him.
“Damn!” he said, slapping his palm against the doorframe.
“What, Wes?” she asked, in a tone riddled with desire. She was shocked to realize she hadn’t wanted him to stop. Just being here with him in this moment was more than she had ever dared to think about in her wildest dreams.
“I can’t do this, girl. You got my head all screwed up. All I wanna do is take you in that bed right there,” he said, turning sideways to point at his bed. “I want to love away the hurt and the pain.”
He still had not released her and had his right arm circled around her.
“Whaa…” she couldn’t find the words to speak. How could she tell him she wanted that, too, when she knew it was so wrong? She knew, as a married woman, she shouldn’t be in this situation. She had no reason to be yearning for any man other than her husband…even if he did beat the crap out of her.
“Look, it’s unfair for me to do this to you right now. Some would say I’m taking advantage of you, and I promised you I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Right now, you just went through some stuff with your husband, and your emotions are fragile. I gotta step back. You gotta get your situation cleared up. I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be one of your closest friends.” He searched her eyes, imploring her to stand strong with him.
They both were aware that the first sign of weakness she showed, would cause him to lose control. That’s precisely why she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down towards her. This time, it was her turn to press her soft, pliable lips against his full ones.
“Mmm, Wes, I need you,” she murmured between kisses. Nikki needed to feel beautiful, loved, and desired. She had not felt this way in such a long time. And standing here at this moment in her friend’s arms, she found everything she craved from her husband.
He held her face between his hands as he trailed his chocolate kisses down her caramel-colored face to her neck. She squirmed against him as she wanted to feel his desire for her pressing against her once more. When his hands pulled her tight black fitted t-shirt free from her Khaki pants, he eased his hands up her back and around to her breasts.
“Oh, God, I can’t do this,” he said, pulling away from her once more, as if he had just been seared by a branding iron.
“Why not?” she begged. She wanted him right now more than she had wanted anything else, of that much she was sure. It was a struggle she knew she needed to fight off, because she knew it was wrong. She never expected to find herself in this situation. Now that she was, it was too difficult to turn back. She wanted and needed love and protection.
“Damn, girl, you’re married. I can’t do this. I’m not the type of man that can go creeping around with another man’s woman.”
“Wesley, you’ve been a good friend to me. And I thank you for that, but tonight…tonight I just need to feel desired and wanted. I need you to want me; don’t you want me?” she asked. Nikki didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as the words fell from her lips; it was so unbelievable.
“No! I mean, yes. Damn! That’s not what I’m telling you. I do want you, girl, more than you can even imagine. We both been flirting with each other a long time, but we were just playing. If I take you tonight, I’m gonna want all of you, Nikki. I can get any woman I want to in my bed. That’s not what I want. I’m not that man. If I take you now, I want all of you. I’m going to want you to be mine. If we take this step, ain’t no going back. You understand?”
She blinked back the tears that were suddenly stinging and demanding to be released.
“Aww, please don’t cry on me,” he growled. Using the pads of his thumbs, he rubbed away her tears and then pressed soft kisses against her eyelids.
She grabbed his face between her hands and began kissing his lips softly, at first, and then with more fervor, trying to communicate her desire for him.
Nikki could feel the rapid and loud thumping of his heart in his chest as the heat of longing for each other threatened to burn them up. “Nikki, girl, I want you so damn bad…you hear me? Just one more word, and it’s over baby.”
She didn’t need words. Nikki unclasped her bra and threw it to the floor, allowing her breasts to pop loose, teasing and taunting him.
“Nikki!” he exclaimed as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle. Coming out of his shoes and then his jeans he didn’t tear his eyes away from her as she undressed herself and stood before him in all of her caramel glory.
Shapely, childbearing hips mocked him as his eyes roved over her body. Thick luscious thighs begged to wrap themselves around his strong, muscular, chocolate back. Nikki walked to him, full 36 double D breasts swayed with each step she took that brought her closer to him. When she finally reached where he sat on his bed, he allowed his big, thick hands to grip her small firm waist as he drew her nearer to him. He squeezed her high round behind in his hands and let out a soft groan of desire.
“Turn around; let me look at you,” he commanded as he eyed her up and down after pressing a kiss to her belly. She turned around so that he could admire her body from the rear. He silently traced the eagle’s wings tattooed across the lower portion of her back. Wesley wanted to spread her from behind and watch the wings take flight.
Nikki bent down to touch her toes, teasing him as he lovingly stroked her behind. Softly, with hardly a noise, Wesley stood and entered her wet and warm cavity. Rubbing his left hand up and down her back, he used his right hand to squeeze her butt cheeks.
“Mmmm…girl, you feel so damn good,” he groaned as he continued to sink his length in and out of her. He pumped her with a few, steady strokes, pushing all other thoughts out of his head for the moment.
“Ohh, papi…you laying it down,” she moaned as she scooted back closer against him, encouraging him to speed up the pace.
Wesley’s head was lost as he enjoyed the warm feel of the inside of Nikki. Just feeling himself inside of her was everything he dreamt about and so much more.
Wanting more of her, Wesley pulled out, stood Nikki into an upright position and took her to his bed. Shyly, she lay on his bed as she reached out her arms to pull him down to her. His eyes met hers, and she could see the sincerity in them as he uttered the words that scared her, “Nikki, I need you, girl.”
She couldn’t afford to repeat those words back. Instead, she covered his mouth with her own. Letting out a deep moan, she shivered when he entered her once more.
Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.
Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter.
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