Deceptive Beginnings

Rasheeda surveyed her reflection in the bathroom mirror while her sister’s face stared back at her.

On a normal night, her face would not resemble a Picasso painting, her clothing would not fit this snugly and the kinks of her hair would not be straightened out. Then again, on a normal night, Rasheeda would not be at one of the most expensive beachside restaurants on the island, with a man too delicious not to be included in the menu. It was just a nuisance that tonight she answered to her sister’s name.

Using her fingers, Rasheeda attempted to smooth out the wrinkles that had settled on her forehead. She could not, with all her intelligence, understand why Rashonda wanted to break up with Patrick Winston?

Patrick Winston!

Patrick had all the prominent qualities Rashonda looked for in a man; wealth and panty wetting sexiness. In fact, the latter had Rasheeda hiding away in the bathroom when she should be fulfilling her promise to her sister.

Not that she hadn’t been trying all night, but every time Rasheeda’s lips parted with the intention, her thoughts became flustered. This mental inadequacy started a panic that resulted in a bathroom break that should have ended several minutes earlier.

“Ahh.” She slammed her hand at the sides of the sink.

Rasheeda’s nerves went into overdrive and her mind gawked like a lustful addict in Patrick’s presence. He did things to her that no other man could. In fact, the first night Rashonda brought that essence of masculinity home, Rasheeda could not contain the sensations between her thighs. That tingling excitement which, like a radar, occurred every time he was around.

“Why did I agree to this again?” She asked herself out loud, sighing once more.

Rasheeda frowned at her predicament as she took a Revlon super-length mascara out of the small bag. It was only hours before that she had learned the correct way to reapply makeup. Before then, Rasheeda was oblivious to the ways of the fashion world and contented with that. Unlike her sister, popularity was something she lacked, so she had little need to display her physical attractiveness.

As she plucked at her eyelashes, Rashonda’s image disappeared and, in its place, Patrick materialized to torment her. His hypnotizing hazel eyes held her in position as she thought about waking up to them every morning. Rasheeda ogled his lips and felt them soft and moist on hers. She ached to taste them in reality; she yearned to run her tongue along Patrick’s plump lips and suck the breath out of him.

“Do you want me?” the vision asked in heavy colloquial but was answered with a timid response.

“Yes, Patrick.”

“Do you want me?” he repeated, demanding conviction from her.

Rasheeda took a deep breath and responded with a little more confidence. “Of course, I do”.

“I want to hear you say the words,” the vision demanded.

“I want you so much, Patrick,” she said, with longing oozing out of every word.

Then a king-sized bed with fluffy white sheets manifested. It was encased with similar colored curtains and within the same time it took the bed to appear, Rasheeda’s back was against the soft fabric and Patrick held her gaze. She could feel his supervision intruding down her white chiffon tank top, as he leaned in for a blissful union. All her senses, including those associated with her womanly parts, became self-aware at that point. Rasheeda could have even smelled the deliciousness that was Patrick, and as he claimed her lips, her finger found its way to his toned chest.

She gave into Patrick’s tender and affectionate kiss, frowning as he released her mouth to stare deep into her eyes, before applying soft nibbles to her neck. The tingling sensation sent shivers throughout her body that only intensified as he moved lower to her pounding heart.

Rasheeda squealed at the passion, surprised by her desires.

With a sly grin, her lover lowered his head to her waist and raised the hem of her top. She cringed under his kiss. Not that she didn’t welcome his advances, but how does one react when the man of their dreams does what they’ve been longing for?

“Please don’t stop,” she forced out between breaths.

Dismissing her reaction to his touch, Patrick continued upward, revealing a little more of her stomach. Rasheeda knew it was only a matter of time until he reached her breast, but she remained in position, pushing her chest upwards.

Holding her breath, her eyelids caved and her body’s craving overthrew her mind as Patrick uncovered her breast and took one of the firm nipples into his mouth.

Just as the sensation in Rasheeda’s loins intensified, and she was at the point of erupting, Patrick disappeared and her voluptuous eyelash fell to the sink. Rasheeda withdrew her hand as she realized she had been plucking at her eyelash extension for the past two minutes, the entire time she lusted for Patrick.

“Shit,” she swore to herself.

Why did she allow Rashonda to stick that thing on her, anyway? Oh, that’s right, “… it will look good on you”, her twin had said. In other words, ‘If you don’t wear it, then he would know you’re not me’.

“I should have walked with that damn glue. What am I going to do now?” She made a noise that originated from between her teeth, then jumped at the sound of a closing door.

A slim woman wearing a sleeveless bandaged dress that hugged her figure walked out of one of the toilet stalls, washed her hands, and reapplied her dark red lipstick. The entire time Rasheeda stood frozen in place, contemplating a solution to her current dilemma, but not missing the disgusted and resentful stare aimed in her direction.

“You won’t happen to have eyelash glue, would you?” Rasheeda said awkwardly.

The woman simply scrunched up her nose and took her departure, stepping like a supermodel in her six-inch heels. Rasheeda soon followed, though she had to admit her walk was not as fierce.

Eventually, Rasheeda wobbled into the main dining hall of Aqua Cuisine restaurant, praying that Patrick wouldn’t notice one of her eyelashes was much longer and thicker than the other.

Her heart showed signs of distress with its erratic thumping. Even so, Rasheeda had to take time to enjoy the elegance of Aqua Cuisine, the restaurant Rashonda had chosen for the impending breakup. Her sister was many things, but lacking style was not one of them.

Everything in this restaurant was elegantly white; the walls, tablecloths, decorations, even the pianist wore a white suit. Only the silverware betrayed this team.

A huge crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the octagon-shaped room, reflecting light like a prism. This added to the romanticism of this large hall occupied mainly by couples. Rasheeda wanted to revisit the restaurant but knew that once the night was over, she would never step into Aqua Cuisine again. It was way out of her budget.

With her stomach fluttering again, Rasheeda took her previous seat opposite Patrick as he questioned her for the fifth time. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Her answer was always the same, followed by quick movements of the head so that his piercing eyes wouldn’t recognize how uncomfortable he made her.

“You just seem a little off tonight. If you’re sick, I could take you home,” Rasheeda’s date insisted.

She quickly shook her head. “No, I’m good Patrick, but there is something I need to tell you.”

“It’s a lovely night,” he interrupted, “Let’s take a walk on the beach.” And with that, Patrick stood and offered his outstretched hand to Rasheeda.

What a gentleman!

Although she longed more than ever for his touch, Rasheeda hesitated. She stared at Patrick’s hand, only snapping out of her daze when he added, “I paid while you were in the washroom.”

She was still pretending to be her sister and there was no reason for Rashonda not to take her lover’s hand. Except that she wasn’t Rashonda and any physical contact with Patrick was not good for her nerves. Still, Rasheeda had to comply.

She took his hand, and he led the way onto the white sands. Rasheeda kept her eyes on the ground, watching the glare from the moon as it danced on each grain, hoping that the moment would never pass.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” Patrick quickly corrected himself. “Not that you don’t every night, but there is just something about you that is glowing.”

For a moment, Rasheeda did nothing but blush, as Patrick did not hide which part of her body he was admiring.

“Thanks,” she stammered, then stopped walking and angled her body from his gaze, pretending to stare out into the deep blue sea.

It was a common compliment among lovers, but it gave Rasheeda an uneasy feeling. She was not accustomed to such attention. Even now, in her sister’s red mini dress, the mentality that everyone had forced upon her remained prevalent in her mind.

Your sister is the prettier one.

Rashonda’s choice of clothing was always a little too revealing for Rasheeda. Still, she was taken aback by the way her body filled up the plunging neckline and sexualized the open back of the dress.

Why would someone choose such an alluring dress to break up with a man?

Then again, Rashonda was a unique breed. Rasheeda could only accept it, but it didn’t mean she understood her twin.

When Rasheeda first saw her transformation, she involuntarily took a step backward. It was like she underwent a Cinderella metamorphosis that expanded her hips, narrowed her waist, and made her breast perkier in their braless state. The smoky eye shadow turned her into a woman of mystery and the concealer remained true to its name, hiding every flaw otherwise noticeable. Although she felt a bit out of her comfort zone, Rasheeda had to commend her sister’s unique and energized style.

Rashonda chose even the accessories with skill, highlighting Rasheeda’s dark skin. The thought of the African heritage jewelry dangling from her ears caused movement in her right hand now, which of course drifted Patrick’s attention to the structure holding her head. A chain reaction that made her even more uneasy.

Known to run from her problems, Rasheeda stared into the darkness, only to jolt out of her bubble as Patrick’s arm found its way to her shoulders.

“I thought you were mad at me,” Patrick said, without a glance in her direction.

“Mad at you,” she repeated in a whisper. “Why would I be mad at you?” It was all she could muster without her voice betraying her.

“For not taking the job with my father,” he answered as he smiled wistfully.

“Work with your father?” Rasheeda murmured as her fingers went to her throat.

“Yeah. You remember…” Patrick coaxed. “He wants me to manage the supermarket chain with him.”

“Oh,” Rasheeda said and hung her head.

Now it was all too clear why Rashonda wanted to leave Patrick. For the past few months, she thought of him as her way to a more extravagant life, not realizing that was not the life he wanted. Rashonda recognized Patrick was not her ‘meal ticket’ and she wanted out.

“I know you’re not happy about it, but I want you to understand,” he explained. “My entire life, people have always expected things from me. My parents want the perfect son, the best in everything. I took up music because of my mother. Tennis was my father’s idea. And I had to play football because after my brother died, someone needed to take over. I know that you’re disappointed I’m not going into the family business, but I feel like I am at a crossroads and if I don’t do something for myself now, I won’t ever get the chance.”

Deep in Patrick’s words, Rasheeda did not realize when he took a position directly in front of her. “Do you understand me?” He held her gaze as his eyes sparkled more than usual. “It’s important to me you do.”

“I do,” Rasheeda said, then she continued in a softer tone as she stared out into the distance. “Sometimes I feel like I get lost in my sister. It’s like no matter how loud I scream, no one can hear me and no one can see me.”

“I always see you.” Patrick stroked Rasheeda’s cheek with a finger. “How could I not notice such beauty?”

Rasheeda was still dwelling on the fact that he called her beautiful when she felt his lips on hers. His soft, moist lips tortured her sanity and destroyed whatever little composure she had. So she leaned into the kiss, pleading for more with her increasing aggressiveness. This was the moment Rasheeda spent many nights fantasizing about, but it ended all too quickly when Patrick withdrew, leaving her with immense want and longing.

Slowly, her vision came back with an intense-looking Patrick before her. His eyes spoke a language her brain could not comprehend. He appeared to be working overtime, trying to unravel some mystery.

“I,” Rasheeda stammered, saying no other words.

Feeling vulnerable, her defensive mechanism kicked in, causing her eyes to drop to the sand, but before she could move away, Patrick grabbed her by her chin and closed the distance between their lips once again.

Tongue danced to a rhythm sweet as the steel pan music.

Patrick devoured her again, giving in to the passion that he had bottled up the first time their lips touched. The restraint that was there vanished, leaving nothing but raw and intense desire. He wrapped his arms around her, allowing barely enough air to pass between them.

Then he guided them both, pushing Rasheeda back against the almond tree laden with fruit. There, his fingers fondled with the hem of her dress for only a second before it moved upward.

Patrick never gave her lips a break, nibbling on them the entire time his hand worked higher as Rasheeda leaned into him while running her fingers through his hair. With each second that passed, she lost more and more reasoning. She didn’t care that others stood by watching or that she was kissing her sister’s boyfriend. Rasheeda was not about to ruin a moment that had caused her so many sleepless nights. Patrick Winston was kissing her. He was loving her as she had never been loved in her twenty-one years of life. He was touching her in places she had never been touched, and she didn’t want him to stop.

Why was he stopping?

Rasheeda opened her eyes a second time to find her Adonis staring into her dark brown pupils.

“I love you,” he said.

Shocked with disbelief, Rasheeda’s body froze. Her limbs refused to function and her heart skipped a couple of beats before it jumped back into action.

“You heard me? I said I love you,” Patrick repeated. He had to say his declaration again to get a reaction out of the woman he loved.

That was the most uncomfortable Rasheeda felt all night. What was she doing? She didn’t know anymore, but she knew what needed to be done.

Rasheeda left her house that night, intending to do her sister a favor. A huge one! No matter how absurd it was, she agreed. She had told Rashonda that she would break up with Rashonda’s boyfriend under pretense. That was something not uncommon with identical twins. As a matter of fact, switching places was their favorite pastime as children. Only a tiny mole under Rasheeda’s eye betrayed them. They were so similar that their own mother couldn’t tell the difference sometimes. When they were younger, she used to dress them differently to tell them apart but that was easily conquered by two mischievous little girls.

Rasheeda was so rattled, Patrick had to have noticed. She did not know what to say, how to move, or behave. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had dug herself into a deep hole and it would take the entire population of Carriacou to dig her out.

She couldn’t break up with Patrick now that he had professed his love for Rashonda? It wasn’t right to rip out a man’s heart after he confessed his love to you.

“It’s ok,” Patrick smiled slightly, “You don’t have to tell me anything now. But the next time we meet, I want a response.”

“Ok,” was all Rasheeda could muster.

The drive back to Rasheeda’s house had an awkwardness to it. Patrick said nothing even as he held her hand as he drove, and Rasheeda couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. However, her mind was not completely on the distracting man next to her. She also pondered on how she was going to face her sister again. What she was going to tell Rashonda?

‘Sorry. I couldn’t break up with your boyfriend, but I made out with him instead. Oh! I don’t know if he said it before, but he loves you. Isn’t it great? Patrick loves you.’

That right there would lead to one of the big brawls they used to have as children. It didn’t sound good in her head, and she knew it would sound worse out loud.

Rasheeda sighed, realizing late that Patrick parked them in front of the small frosted mint house she grew up in. The same house where she and her sister shared a room. Somewhere inside, Rashonda was waiting on an explanation Rasheeda just couldn’t give. Beyond those walls, she would have to admit to her betrayal.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Patrick said with a wrinkled brow.

Rasheeda turned to realize all Patrick’s attention was directed to her.

“You didn’t,” she stammered. “I just have a lot on my mind. That’s all.”

Her words were followed by silence and though she had arrived at her destination, Rasheeda did not attempt to leave Patrick.

“You could paint,” Rasheeda whispered.

“What?” Patrick’s eyes widened.

“You should try painting.” She increased the volume in her voice. “You’re good at it. That painting you did of Ras…” She almost slipped up but caught herself before it was too late. “That painting of me was very good. It was so detailed. You even got my cheekbones right.” She said with a laugh. “And there’s one with a park. It made me just want to escape there, lie on the ground, and relax. Your paintings are so wondrous and I think you should go for it.”

Rasheeda remembered seeing some artwork on the floor. When she inquired, Rashonda told her that Patrick had done them for her. She remembered going through the canvas’ and thinking how beautiful they looked. He had a natural talent. The kind that couldn’t be taught, and if he was to harness it, he had the potential to become great.

“Thank you,” Patrick replied, “I’m glad you like them.”

*      *      *

It was hard watching the seconds go by on her desk clock, but Rasheeda did exactly that since. It wasn’t her job that was difficult, but after her date with Patrick, concentrating on anything other than the musky scent that engulfed him that night had proven to be problematic. Although it was brief, her body had gotten accustomed to him. It missed his embrace; her mouth missed his taste. Rasheeda yearned for one last touch, knowing that it would not satisfy her.

Rashonda wasn’t at home when Patrick dropped Rasheeda back three nights before. That was a very relieving discovery. She didn’t know why she expected her sister to be waiting on the couch, masked as someone who cared how Rasheeda’s night went because she wasn’t. Rashonda always partied at the Hole on a Friday night, and that night was no different.

Rasheeda walked past the bank now, another one sold out of the country, and as she walked by, the glass revealed someone that had been absent the night before. Rasheeda. Dressed in a simple beige skirt suit, she was, no doubt, invisible to the opposite sex. Not even worth a second glance. Smart black shoes on her feet with a matching bag in hand only made her realize how boring she was. Her hair was in its customary puff, her kinks back in place, which exposed all the marks and blemishes on her unpainted face.

A sigh escaped her.

She stood in front of the building, examining her appearance for the first time with a frown on her face. Rasheeda didn’t even notice when a familiar car stopped behind her. Her heart started racing in recognition when she finally saw the black BMW beside her reflection.

Rasheeda turned around just as Patrick rolled down the window.

“Get in? I need to talk to you,” was the first thing he said.

“Me?” She brought her hand to her chest and looked around as if there was somebody else close by. “Oh, you mean Rashonda. She’s at work.”

“I meant you Rasheeda, I want to talk to you.” Patrick didn’t falter.

That phrase alone was enough to activate every alarm system in the bank.

“I won’t bite Rasheeda. I just want to talk to you,” he added with pleading eyes.

Patrick’s car was the only one of its kind on the island. In the middle of the central business area it stood out like a sore thumb, but as he entered Lance Aux Pines, with Rasheeda in the passenger seat, it blended into the atmosphere. Houses in that area were always trendier than the last, like if they were trying to outdo each other. Some, like the castle imitation, made islanders’ eyes marvel and others were nothing more than sight pollution, hazardous to the eyes.

“Where are we going?” Rasheeda asked after some time.

“Home,” was the answer she wasn’t expecting.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She didn’t know if she spoke with reasoning or out of fear.

“Don’t worry. It’s Rashonda approved if that’s what you’re worried about. I just need somewhere quiet to talk,” Patrick reassured her.

Those words caused more panic than Rasheeda liked to believe she showed. What did Patrick want to talk to her about? A rhetorical question she didn’t need to ask herself because if he spoke to Rashonda, he already knew that Rasheeda was the one on the date that night. Of course, Rashonda would have told him after realizing Rasheeda did not accomplish her task and Patrick would have told Rashonda what they did.

Rasheeda couldn’t avoid Rashonda forever. When she woke Saturday morning, Rashonda was still asleep, tired from her night of partying. So Rasheeda got ready for work and snuck out of the house before her sister’s eyelids fluttered.

“Sit down, Rasheeda,” Patrick spoke firmly. “What drink do you want?”

“What do you have?” Rasheeda said in just a little over a whisper.

“I have sorrel, Carib, Stag.” He cut his list short and asked, “Sorrel ok for you?”

After the day she had, Rasheeda was happy Patrick chose the only non-alcoholic drink on the list.

“Yeah,” she answered.

Patrick left the room but returned way too quickly with drinks, and sat on the couch opposite Rasheeda.

“As I was saying. I spoke to Rashonda this morning,” he started again.

Rasheeda took such a big mouthful of the red liquid, it caused her to swallow hard.

“Do you have anything to say?” Patrick asked.

The breakdown was inevitable. “Am so, so, so sorry, Patrick.” Rasheeda spoke with her hands. “I’m sure Rashonda told you it was me on that date Friday night. I didn’t intend for things to get so out of hand. It’s just when you… I mean, I should have never tried to deceive you. Please don’t hate me.”

“Not that I meant,” Patrick fumbled. “Yeah, Rashonda told me I was on a date with you, but she didn’t need to.”

“What?” Rasheeda voiced her confusion as Patrick minimized the distance between them, kneeling in front of her.

“Rashonda told me she asked you to break up with me. She said you didn’t want to, but she pressured you. She also told me she made you dress up like her. Is that true?” Patrick asked, even though he had all the answers.

Choked up for words, Rasheeda could only shake her head in agreement while she took the next big gulp of the juice. She felt like a child being interrogated by the parent.

The brush of Patrick’s hand as he took the glass from her evoked emotions she didn’t want to have for this man. She needed to forget him; forget the kisses they shared. She needed to forget the Marc Jacobs scent and the tingling sensation she got with the slightest touch.

“But Rashonda didn’t know that I already knew it was you with me that night.” He held her gaze as he made his confession. “I knew since I picked you up.”

Patrick touched the mole under Rasheeda’s eye. “Dead giveaway.” When he continued, he pulled her kinks. “Your hair is longer.” Then he touched her lips as he said, “Your smile brighter.” Finally, his hand settled on her face and he cupped her cheeks. “You are not as similar as you think.”

The shock was deciding Rasheeda’s action then. She was too flabbergasted to do anything, to say anything. Rasheeda had dreamed of that moment more times than she could count, but she never examined the possibility that someone would favor her appearance over her sister’s. This had to be a dream.

“It thrilled me when I saw it was you.” Patrick smiled. “Believe it or not, I have been thinking about you since the first time I saw you.” He used Rasheeda’s suspended movement to take her hand in his. “Rashonda and I have nothing in common. To be honest with you, I stayed in the relationship because it was the only way I could get an occasional glimpse of you. I never thought you were interested in me, but that kiss Friday night told me I was wrong.”

“I….” Rasheeda couldn’t say anything sensible.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, but you owe me a response.” Patrick reminded her.

She couldn’t remember what he needed a response for. “A response?”

“I told you something Friday night and the next time we met, you were supposed to respond to it. Well,” he urged. “Do you love me as I love you?”

After his words reminded her of their conversation, Rasheeda was quick to answer. She now knew that every word Patrick spoke that night was directed at her, not her sister. “I love you too Patrick.”

Those were Rasheeda’s last words before Patrick devoured her mouth with the same fierceness as before. When he allowed her to breathe, Rasheeda said with shakiness in her voice, “Rashonda is my sister, my twin sister. I can’t do this to her.”

“She’s already in a relationship with my former co-worker.” After a brief pause, Patrick said, “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

Patrick took Rasheeda’s hand and led her out of the sitting area and into another room.

Creativity engulfed the room on canvas and drawing pads. An estimate of twenty paintings and uncountable sketches filled the space which Rasheeda noticed were mostly of her. The mole was clearly visible in all of them.

“I’ve been painting these since I first saw you. You’re my inspiration, Rasheeda. In more ways than one.” Patrick smiled. “This morning I sent applications to art schools.”

Rasheeda couldn’t believe he followed her advice. “I love them. You have natural talent. Don’t worry, you’ll get in.”

“Thank you for believing in me,” he said as his smile grew even wider, exposing almost all his teeth.

One second Rasheeda was taking in the art and the next second, she was being engulfed from behind, in the arms of someone large but gentle. She felt very much at home there, leaning back into Patrick’s masculinity as he kissed her earlobe before nibbling on the tips.

“You see what you do to me?” Patrick whispered. “Do you know how hard it has been hiding my attraction to you?”

To make his words more understandable, he turned Rasheeda around and claimed her lips again, grabbing her breast and her ass while forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

Patrick wedged himself between Rasheeda, and the wall, as his hands disappeared underneath her skirt. His fingers found their way underneath the thin material of her panty and played with the folds of her womanhood. Rasheeda inhaled from his touch. She was dis-accustomed to that exploration. None of her previous boyfriends had explored the enchanted area between her legs. She had never allowed them to, until now.

Patrick’s other hand slowly undid the buttons of her top, then massaged her firm but small breast. With no effort at all, they moved to her back and unclasp her bra. She squirmed, trying to guide his hand to her wanting breast, now exposed to his advances.

Despite all her longing, Rasheeda was not prepared for the feel of his hand again. She was not ready for the thrill of having Patrick’s fingers on her nipples. And she was not ready for his warm breath on the plucky tit.

Patrick withdrew from Rasheeda, leaving her half-dressed and feeling insecure about her topless state. It was natural for her to believe she displeased him, so she attempted to hide. Her lover shook his head and looked at her in disbelief as Rasheeda felt the tears about to break her barrier and reveal themselves.

“You’ve never done this before?” It was both a question and a statement. Yet still, Rasheeda had no idea what he was talking about.

“Done what?” The words almost choked her.

“This. Any of this.” He waved his hand. “You’re still a virgin.” His words echoed through the room and a frightful stare was the only answer Patrick received. For a while, he returned it in full.

“We’re not doing this,” he finally said.

Rasheeda’s heart sank into a deep abyss. Her stomach tightened as she fought back nausea. There was a painful tightness in her throat that restricted her from swallowing. The tears that welled in her eyes fought to break free from the rejection of his words, as they bruised what little remained of her self-esteem.

Rasheeda was still frozen when Patrick took her hand and led her to a very masculine bedroom with rustic charcoal walls to match the tiles. There was a small dresser next to the door that led to a small bathroom. The bed was large, with dark red sheets and pillows resting on the headboard. Patrick’s bedroom was like the one in Rasheeda’s fantasies, but this was no fantasy.

Patrick guided Rasheeda to the bed and removed the rest of her clothing, one measly fabric at a time. His movements were slow and deliberate and Rasheeda followed them while holding her breath. She lay on the bed in all her glory as her soon-to-be lover dismissed his clothing to lie on top of her.

His words were gentle and seductive. “Your first time should be special. We’re not going to rush it. I want to take my time with you.”

The kiss came as just a brush on the lips, gentle and savoring. Rasheeda lost track of how long Patrick tasted her, but she enjoyed every moment. Her breast was next to hoard the spotlight, while her hands tugged at his hair. Patrick sucked on the twins, giving each one equal attention. Then he migrated to her ribs, where he teased every single one before moving lower to her navel. Meanwhile, Rasheeda was losing her senses, on the verge of ecstasy.

“Not yet,” Patrick instructed. “And not like this.”

Patrick then moved lower and lower, past her navel to one of the most sensitive areas of her body, where he serviced it thoroughly. He licked and sucked on the folds as Rasheeda arched her back from the intense build-up, begging for release. Consumed with desire, she pulled at Patrick’s hair, eager for what he delayed. And when she thought she was about to explode, Patrick raised his head, looked deep into her eyes, and said again, “Not yet.”

Rasheeda stared at her dark-skinned lover and smiled with lust as his toned body made her even hornier.

Face to face with him now, she grabbed his lean hips and forced his masculinity against her. “I want you, Patrick,” she spewed. “Take me now.”

Patrick didn’t need a second invitation to produce a condom from the nightstand beside them and Rasheeda watched as he rolled back the latex onto himself, then linked their bodies together.

The union between Patrick and Rasheeda was magnificent. Rasheeda moved in unison with him and held her breath as he brought her to a place she’d never been before. A place that she wanted to visit for the rest of her life.

After a night of lovemaking, Rasheeda fell asleep in Patrick’s arms, but when his eyes fluttered open, a showered goddess cradled him between her thighs. It surprised him she had taken the initiative, kissing him with the same aggressiveness he had kissed her with.

Rasheeda eased herself down on his manhood, hard and ready for her. Then she moved her hips back and forth. At first, her movements were slow, taking in more of him each time and by the time her lady parts engulfed him, her pleasure had intensified. Patrick held Rasheeda’s hips to assist in the motion as she rocked harder and harder until he exploded inside her.

Exhausted, Rasheeda dropped beside him, and her lover cradled her while staring into her eyes. “We are going to be happy together,” Patrick voiced, satisfied with his woman. Rasheeda could only agree with the nod of her head before her eyes closed.

Patrick couldn’t go back to sleep though. The woman in his arms prevented that with her sexy and beautiful nature. She was everything he needed and more, and he was determined to hold on to her forever.

 

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