The Accidental Mistress (25 page)

Zuri had never felt such
intense pleasure all at once. It made her head swim with delirium
as fantasy and reality collided and her universe was filled with
them both. Zuri grabbed on to him. He began to fuck her mercilessly
and she squeezed her self around his tunneling cock, milking him to
his end.

"Ugh! Zuri!" he exclaimed,
losing control, but she held on, moving underneath him and taking
over the mating. She was so close to her climax she could taste it
and she wanted him to come with her. His cock seemed to contract
with short quick jerks and he grunted going stiff all over. She
kissed the side of his face and slipped her tongue in his ear,
sliding her hands down his back into his pants to grip his ass so
he would come. And he did let go. Together they convulsed under
wave after wave of delicious pleasure.

He lay perfectly still.
Zuri panted against his cheek. Dazed and stunned by the explosive
way her body responded to him, it was almost as if they were made
for each other.

"I didn't want it to go
down this way," he said through deep breaths. "I couldn't control
it."

"Stop. You don't have to
control yourself with me," she said.

He groaned but they
separated. Zuri's dress was pulled down and rolled up, the fabric a
twisted knot circling her midriff. She glanced over to see his dick
sheathed in a glistening condom, semi erect, hanging out of his
zipper. She rolled the dress up and over her head and tossed it out
between the curtains covering the bed. She removed her headband,
and earrings as well. Her hand slipped through the part of the
curtain to drop then on the nightstand. She dropped and rolled over
to him and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Zuri, I don't think I'll
ever be able to let you go," he said.

She listened to his racing
heartbeat and tried not to read too much meaning into his words.
Regardless of what afterglow made him feel, experience taught her
to be wise and not to trust in the fading euphoria of
sex.

***

Zuri turned over under the
sheets. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. His arm
propped up by the pillow.

"Hi?"

"Hi."

"What time is it?" Zuri
asked.

"Not morning. Not
yet."

"Oh," she rubbed her eyes
sleepily. They had made love once more before climbing under covers
and drifting in each other arms. "Were you watching me
sleep?"

"I was," he said as he ran
his hand up and down her arm.

"Why?"

"Because you're so
beautiful when you sleep. I can't help it."

She moved in close to him.
"I think you're just saying that."

"I only say what I mean,
Zuri."

"Is that so?"

Christophe laughed. "Okay,
well the new me, only says what he means. I haven’t felt this alive
in years. If ever."

"I think it was the
spring," she half-joked, turning away.

He turned her face back to
his. "It's you. All you. Who you are, how I feel when I'm with you,
I don't know enough to believe this is real. Tell me more about
you."

"I told you
everything."

"What is your favorite
movie?"

Zuri blinked at his
question. "Are you kidding?"

"Nope. I want to know the
movie you'd watch over and over."

"Hmmm, I guess it would
be
I'm Gonna Get You
Sucka.
"

Christophe frowned. "Never
heard of it."

"It's funny, a comedy." she
smiled.

"Okay, tell me what you
like to do when you're alone."

Zuri snuggled his chest. He
pressed his face to the top of her head and buried his nose into
her mass of curls. "I like to do cross word puzzles and
macramé."

"Interesting."

"What about you? What is
your favorite movie Christophe?"

"The Godfather."

"Good choice. Which
one?"

"The second
one."

"Mmm, and what do you like
to do when you're alone?"

"I like to box, run,
swim."

"Box? That's not an alone
sport." She lifted her head.

He smiled down at her.
"Sometimes you can spar alone, with a bag."

"Oh."

"If you're so physical, why
were you a wimp on the trail today?"

He laughed and pinched her
left butt cheek. Zuri kicked her feet. Christophe rolled her to her
back. "Stay with me today."

"I did."

"You know what I mean. We
can deal with the world later. I just want to remain in bed with
you. All day, all night."

Zuri smiled. "One more
day, then
—
"

"Then we'll deal with the
next."

***

Her nerve endings were on
fire. Zuri could barely breathe or think past the pleasure rippling
through her body. He pulsed inside of her. She could feel his very
heartbeat in his cock with each deep thrust. Her vaginal muscles
tightened, trying to draw him back in with each withdrawal. When
only the head of his cock remained, he paused and she'd look back
over her shoulder to see him staring. He had this thing with liking
to observe her suffering. She'd move her ass and he'd then push
forward again driving her to moan his name once more.

"Harder, Christophe,
harder... stop teasing me."

On her hands and knees, she
gripped the sheets and curled her toes. He grabbed her left
shoulder and smacked her on the right side of her ass. The sting
seeped all the way in, making his thrusts all the more intense. He
then gripped her by the hair as he pumped in and out of her. She
staggered to breathe during his passionate strikes. Then he slowed
his pace to torture her again. His hips pulled away before slamming
his cock back into her with short thrusts that rocked her. Zuri
groaned and he yanked on her hair, making her scalp
tingle.

"More! Harder!" she
said.

She pushed her ass back at
him as best she could. His cock pulsed in her cunt. He began to
thrust in and out of her with short, jerky movements that she
enjoyed even more. Her orgasm tightened and spiraled upward,
tighter and tighter until she thought she would snap. His cock
twitched inside of her and she moaned. He withdrew, then slammed
into her, and repeated the action until her hands slid over the
sheets and her face was buried in the pillow. He kept her ass
raised for him. He fucked her hard now. Her body shook with the
power of each thrust.

"You belong to me, Zuri,
just me, fuck... I'm never letting this pussy go!" He slapped her
ass, sending a shockwave of heat and pleasure through her. He
pounded into her harder and harder. The pressure was now at the
bursting point as it coiled tightly deep in her core. Her vision
blurred and her fingers and toes curled. The passion poured fiery
hot through her veins and she trembled from the sheer intensity of
her orgasm before she drowned in it.

He collapsed on top of her,
kissing her back and shoulder. She was sore. What was this? The
third time that morning? How could he be ready to go after
thirty-minute breaks? How was that possible? She thought men could
only do it twice, maybe three times in a day.

He pulled his cock out of
her, careful to hold on to the condom. Zuri panted.

"Are you hungry? I think
it's lunchtime. I can order us food."

"Mmm." Is all she said, as
he covered her with a sheet. She needed to call Joi, check
on
père
. She
would do so after just a little more of sleep.

***

"Hi,
mère
... are you there?"

"
Oui,
Zuri, I tried to reach you
earlier. You weren't answering."

Her heart caught in her
throat. Christophe was sleep, they ate lunch and finally he was
exhausted. To be sure she closed the bathroom door. Her body ached,
mostly between her legs. "Is
père
okay? What's the matter?"

"He's fine. But Detrick
called. He said that he need's to see you. He seemed
upset."

Zuri frowned. "I will call
him. I have good news," she whispered. "We are going to be okay.
Tell
père
, that I
will see him at the end of the week. Tell him I've handled
everything."

"Oh that is good news. How
did you manage it? Did the bank give us another
extension?"

"Um, no, not exactly. It's
a long story. No worries. I'll explain it when I see you. I love
you."

"I'm proud of you, Zuri. So
is your father. So proud of you."

Zuri pressed her lips
together. Shame made her throat close and her chest burn.
"Bye,
mère
."

"Bye,
chérie
."

She ended the call, looked
to the mirror and faced her reflection. Her hair was a mess of
tangles. She had a purplish bruise (hickey) right above her left
breast. A hint of sex, sweat and his cologne clung to her skin.
Zuri couldn't believe the disheveled woman before her. She set the
phone on the counter and tried to tell herself that she didn't see
what she saw. But she wasn't that good of a liar. Suddenly, she
needed a shower.

Zuri turned on the tap and
waited for the water to warm enough for her to step inside. Besides
the shame of her actions, there was an even more troubling feeling
that had left a paralyzing grip on her heart. She had feelings for
Christophe, the kind that kept her thinking of a future outside of
the bargain she struck with him.

This is just sex, that's
it. I'm not falling for him. I barely know him. Just because he can
do things to my body that no other man has, doesn't mean its
love.

Steam billowed over the top
glass of the shower and she opened its door to step inside. Slowly
she lathered her skin and cleaned away the evidence of their
lovemaking. It felt wrong to rinse him away, as if what they shared
was anything less than remarkable. But she had to be realistic. She
met the man in a hotel bar. She propositioned him for her father's
hotel. She let him screw her brains out after he agreed to put his
money and power into saving their company. That was reality. Not
the stupid notion that his groans of wanting her forever had
meaning.

"What have I done?" she
asked.

"Why are you questioning
yourself?" she heard him answer.

Zuri looked startled to the
shower door. Through the barrier of the fog-covered glass, he stood
there watching her. The door opened, bringing in the cool air and a
very serious looking Christophe. "Don't question what we share,
Zuri," he said, closing the door behind him.

She looked up at him and
didn't know what to say. He touched her face. "Not after this
night. Not after the ways you healed me."

"Healed you?" she
answered.

"You were right at dinner.
I guess a lonely man that settles for what I have deserves to be
pathetic. You've cured me of my fears. I'm not afraid of letting a
woman in, one as special as you."

She didn't know what to say
to him.

"Hand me the soap. I want
to wash you."

She did as he asked, unable
to look away from his eyes. He rubbed the bar of soap between his
hands and gazed down at her as the water pelted her back and steam
swirled around them. He then smoothed the lather covering his palms
over her breasts. "Do you regret what we've shared? Be
truthful."

His touch had been soft and soothing as his
hands massaged her breasts and lifted them. "No. Yes. I guess part
of me does," she said softly.

"Why?"

A starburst of desire exploded inside of her
as she remembered the positions they shared in bed. "It's because
of how it all came to be."

"You gave yourself to me again. I'm no fool,
Zuri. It's the most special gift I've ever received. Do you think
I'd fuck it up? Risk having you again?"

She tried not to be lulled by his words or
his hands that were rubbing suds over her mound, and hips. He
turned her and rubbed soap suds over her ass.

"Answer me."

"I'm not stupid, Christophe. You aren't in
love with me."

"You're not very smart if you can't see when
a man is falling in love with you."

He came up behind her and she stepped closer
to the water. It rinsed away the lather and her doubts. She
disappeared under the spell he wove around her with his words and
for a moment she almost felt that this could be love, though her
head screamed to be careful. Sadness weighed heavy on her heart and
made her shoulders drop. She realized it was too late. Her feelings
were invested completely. When they parted, and she knew they
would, it would hurt so much more. She didn't know enough about
loving a man to prevent herself from falling so hard and fast for
this one.

"Trust me, Zuri."

"I can't."

"Try," he said, kissing her shoulder and
wrapping his arms around her waist. He was so gentle in the way he
held her in the shower. He didn't press or squeeze too hard. She
yearned to feel him again inside of her. When they made love she
believed all things were possible. And she could feel the hardness
splitting her buttocks. He ran his hands down to her sex, and her
eyes drifted shut. A moan slipped from her lips. A shiver rushed up
her spine when his finger traced, then coaxed her clitoris from the
hooded cover her pussy. His erection pressed deeper into the crease
of her ass. He rolled his hips and caused his length to slide up
and down the crevice. Her pussy clenched and heat flooded her
channel. Then it happened. Christophe pushed forward stuffing the
head of his dick into her anus. Zuri gasped. She fell forward with
her hands flat to the wall and her head went under the cascading
warm water. It poured down her neck and spine, running rivulets
around to drop from the points of her nipples.