Enticing Mr. Wrong - Ch. 15.4

After dinner, which Aisha insisted upon paying for, they ascended to the top of the restaurant via a flight of exterior stairs. Aisha wanted to show Bonz the beautiful rooftop garden that was up there. It was a great place to think, talk, or just look quietly out over the city. It was also secluded enough for a heavy make-out session if one was partial to that kind of thing.

“I love it up here,” Aisha said as they strolled between two wide rows of colorful flowers. From the years she spent helping her mother in the florist, she knew exactly what kind of flora these were – Zinnias. “It’s always so nice and peaceful.”

“It is nice,” Bonz said, reaching for her hand. In his other hand sat Aisha’s portfolio, which he was too reluctant to return to her just yet. “How long has this been up here?”

“Since forever or so the current owner tells me,” Aisha replied, revealing the results of a previous conversation she’d had with the owner. “In fact, I heard that the original owner wouldn’t even let him buy the place until he agreed in writing to leave the garden intact after purchase.”

“Really?” Bonz’s brows rose in amazement. “All this time I never knew this was even up here. Wonder why the current owner doesn’t advertise its existence.”

Aisha chuckled. “Actually he does, which means somebody didn’t check the back of his menu tonight.” She sat down on a nearby bench, pulling him down with her.

Bonz smirked. “I was too busy looking at you tonight to notice anyone or anything else.” He could have mentioned the fact that since no one else was up here in this romantic spot, that small ad on the back of the menu obviously got overlooked a lot. Yet in wisdom he let his compliment stand alone for the greatest effect.

Aisha burst out laughing. “Good save. You deserve a kiss for that one.”

“Well, lay one on me then,” Bonz replied, putting her portfolio down beside him.

Aisha moved closer to him. Their lips barely touched before she found herself smack dab in Bonz’s lap. He was even more aggressive than she thought. And she was thrilled by it.

Aisha and Bonz moaned simultaneously when their tongues touched. Heat resonated between them and sparked a fire. A forest fire. Both of their bodies throbbed with need.

Displaying her own aggressive side, Aisha shifted her legs so that they now sat on both sides of Bonz’s muscular body. Her dress rose slightly up her thighs, giving him access to the soft skin there. Her hands went inside his jacket to feel his hard torso through his shirt.

As expected, Bonz’s hands went straight to Aisha’s thighs. Yet they did not remain there. After a brief squeeze, his hands branched off in different directions. One went around to her bottom. The other went up to her left breast.

Feeling cool air waft across her bosom a few seconds later, Aisha didn’t have to look down to know that Bonz had lowered the top of her dress. However, she looked down anyway when he promptly bereaved her mouth of his lips for greener pastures below her neck. If only he had two mouths.

For an aggressive man, Bonz was surprisingly gentle with Aisha. Like a long distance runner, his tongue made steady laps around the field of her left areola before crossing the finish line and receiving the grand prize of her taut peak.

Aisha moaned loudly as his suckles sent tingling sensations up and down her spine. Her eyes widened at the sight of Bonz’s gorgeous lips trying to engulf a full third of her plump melon. The man was ravenous! As if he hadn’t just eaten enough for two people downstairs.

“Yes, baby,” Aisha whispered, losing herself in his hunger. No man had ever wanted her this badly before.

What enemy? What revenge? None of that existed now as Aisha arched towards Bonz, urging him to feast to his heart’s delight.

Keeping his lips occupied, Bonz’s eyes shot upwards and met Aisha’s gaze. He moaned when he saw the depth of passion in her chestnut pools. His body hardened even more beneath her.

Moving to her right areola, Bonz repeated the same action. The hand on her bottom snaked inside the open back of her dress and dipped down to squeeze her fleshy cheeks, skin to skin.

Did he stop there? No, Bonz was too hungry, too impatient, too inundated with passion to stop there. Using that same exploring hand, he slid eager fingers underneath Aisha’s black lacy thong and gently stroked the surface of her core.

Her core!!

Aisha couldn’t believe his boldness. And yet she relished it. She also relished the fact that Bonz kept working magic with his mouth, kept maintaining eye contact with her the whole time, feeding off her every reaction. That turned her on…a lot.

When two privileged fingers sunk deep into her core seconds later while Bonz’s large palm simultaneously squeezed the lower crests of her bottom, Aisha thought she was going to lose her mind. Hot tingles attacked her nervous system. Pleasure shot everywhere all at once. A deep shudder rocked her body.

And suddenly, Aisha’s eyes closed…in ecstasy.

“Ooo…baby girl,” Bonz endeared in a whisper as her body began to shake violently with release. Oh, how jealous he was of his fingers right now.

Just then, the sky opened up and began to sprinkle droplets of rain. The cool drops hitting Aisha’s skin did wonders to bring her sanity back. Her mind instantly began to clear. The weaning of her passion soon followed.

“Let’s go back to my place, Aisha,” Bonz said huskily as the downpour thickened.

“No,” Aisha replied, abruptly extracting her body from his. She stood upon wobbly legs. With trembling hands, she fixed her dress aright.

“No?! After all that?” Bonz looked shocked beyond measure and truly, genuinely confused.

© 2005 by Suprina Frazier