In a stately
“Heavenly Father, please heal Aisha’s heart and help her to find love. True love, in Jesus name, Amen.”
* * *
Bonz couldn’t believe how fervently Aisha was responding to him. Yes, he’d been determined to get a kiss from her before she left today, but he had no idea that it and she would be this hot. Blazing! And so very, very hungry for him.
Aisha suckled his tongue like a vacuum cleaner, hard and aggressive. Bonz liked his women aggressive since that was a large part of his nature, as well.
When Aisha eased up and began to gently explore the insides of his mouth, Bonz found himself just as endeared by her softer side. Oh, the delightful contrasts of this beautiful woman.
Every flicker Bonz received made him want three more. Every moan Aisha uttered made him want to extract five more.
“Keep it coming, baby,” Bonz muttered against her lips, before pulling her tongue deep into his mouth. Simultaneously he cupped her bottom and squeezed her closer to his hardness. She was even softer than he imagined. Her curves were fuller, too.
Aisha moaned again. It thrilled Bonz that she did not move away at his bold intimacy. Instead she draped her arms tighter about his strong neck and deepened the kiss.
Maintaining that unhurried pace, Bonz changed the intensity of the moment by transforming regular slow dance moves into those more fit for the bedroom. Though fully clothed, he mimicked the act of making love right there against the tree, moving his powerful body against Aisha’s soft frame in the most sensual of ways.
To Bonz’s delight, Aisha matched his rhythm perfectly. He was not surprised to find that they flowed so well together. From the moment he saw her dance at the club, he knew Aisha would be compatible to him. It was all in the hips. And she had perfect control over hers. Even now Aisha was grinding delectably against him, extracting her own fair share of moans from his lips.
Bonz suspected that it wouldn’t take much for Aisha to wrap her legs about his waist and ride him until they both were spent. He wanted her to. Matter of fact, he planned to encourage her to do just that. Right now. The fact that no one in his crew would dare interrupt them or allow anyone else to, made Bonz deem this the perfect opportunity to finally sample Aisha’s goodies.
And suddenly they heard it.
It had been turned up even louder and they both knew why. Yet only one of them would use that knowledge to do what needed to be done.
Breathing raggedly, Aisha abruptly broke the kiss at the increase in volume. The fog in her head instantly started to clear. What in the world had come over her? There were children about. Though asleep, they were still in the vicinity. And here she was about to have sex not fifty feet away from them!
Although this wouldn’t have been the first time the adventuresome woman had had sex in a park, she had never done such a thing when there were children around. Aisha wasn’t about to start now.
Now she just had to find a way to get Bonz to stop without alienating him and ruining her plans. For despite the music, the man continued to move his hips sensually against her, squeeze her bottom as if he alone owned the rights to it, and lick the side of her neck like an ice cream cone.
Things were starting to get foggy again.
No! Aisha mused, trying hard to hold onto her sanity. I have to do this thing the right way…for Dominic.
Suddenly Aisha forced out the only words she could. “Too fast.” So what if her words came out in a husky pant. At least they came out.
“What’d you say, baby?” Bonz asked, continuing to move against her. He sounded just as breathless as she did.
Aisha took a deep breath and started again. “I said, we are moving too fast. We barely even know each other, Greg. We have to stop.”
Bonz suddenly ceased all movement. One thing he prided himself on was only dealing with willing vessels. If a woman told him to pump his brakes, he did. After all, a man with his looks didn’t have to beg or rape in order to satisfy his active libido.
“We can stop if you want to, Aisha.” Bonz stepped back to give her some breathing room. “But you and I both know that you want this just as much as I do,” he added, being just as direct as always and just as truthful.
Aisha flushed from the heat of his potent words. “Maybe so,” she admitted, “but not tonight.”
“But soon, baby. I will have you soon,” Bonz said confidently, licking his lips as he slowly perused her body with a hot gaze. That sample of her passion had increased his desire for her tenfold.
One of Aisha’s brows rose at his arrogance. Her temper flared up, blazing just as hotly as her passion did only seconds ago. She’d have to find some way to make him pay for that little comment.
“We’ll see,” Aisha finally said, before changing the subject. “Will you walk me to my car? I really need to leave now. I have a busy week ahead of me.” But first Aisha needed to retrieve her rollerblades from where she’d stashed them under the table earlier.
“No problem,” Bonz replied, determined to get three more things from her before she left tonight. Another kiss, her phone number, and her home address.
Unfortunately for Bonz, he only got two out of three. Aisha wasn’t about to let him know where she stayed until she was ready. If ever.
For now the only men that knew where Aisha lived were relatives, employees, her agent and, of course, Jarrett whom she’d been conversing with at least once a week since they met.
* * *
Later that night, Bonz and his friends had a long talk as they sat in his den, watching Scarface on television for the umpteenth time. The women were at home with the children.
The conversation started with E-Blade asking him if he’d had sex with Aisha today behind the oak tree at the park. Like Racker, he looked eager for details.
Bonz shook his head. “No. She stopped it from going down at the last minute. Said we were moving too fast. I can respect that.”
E-Blade and Racker looked at each other in confusion. “That don’t make no sense. I thought all she wanted from you was sex,” E-Blade said. “At least that’s what the women told us while y’all were MIA.”
Bonz frowned, a bit disappointed by that information. Even if his intention had only been for a brief fling, too, a part of him had wanted Aisha to be the marrying kind like Jarrett indicated in the parking lot that night.
“Are you looking for more than that with this chick?” Racker asked, watching Bonz very carefully from his place directly across from him.
Bonz shook his head and smiled, putting on a brave front for his friends. “Nah, I just want to hit it.” Maybe forever, he added silently, wisely keeping that thought to himself since the jury was still out on that.
“Well, since she obviously wants the same thing, why don’t you go head and do that the next time you see her,” E-Blade suggested, ready to extradite Aisha from all of their lives as soon as possible. Something about her just didn’t sit right with him.
“The next time he sees her might still be too soon. Remember what Bonz said about them going too fast?” Racker interjected. “Aisha might be one of those women who don’t mind having casual sex, just as long as she had a chance to get to know the person a little bit first. You know, to make sure she ain’t sleeping with some stalker dude or serial killer.”
Bonz nodded. “That makes sense.” Yet he still couldn’t let go of what Jarrett said.
Why would Aisha tell the ex-bartender she was looking for Mr. Right, then turn around and brag to the ladies at the picnic that she was down for a brief fling with Bonz? Did she do it out of pride? To save face when, no doubt, Delia or Cami, opened their big mouths about his playa reputation.
I’ll find out what’s up the next time I see her, Bonz thought resolutely, becoming very pensive all of a sudden.
At his silence, E-Blade and Racker moved on to another interesting topic – their many sexual escapades with their side chicks.
© 2005 by Suprina Frazier