Carter smirked at her act, but played along, giving off the perception that they had just met.
“Well, if you don’t mind, we’ll just take a look around,” Harper stated.
Miamor shook her head in protest. “Oh no, Harper. Please allow me to show him around. You can make yourself comfortable here in the living room,” she stated.
Miamor walked down the hallway, and Carter followed her into her bedroom. He closed the door behind him. Turning to face her, he noticed that she was standing with her arms folded across her chest. “Come here,” he stated in a low voice.
Not one to hold her tongue, she asked, “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was out of town. You knew that.” Carter stepped closer to Miamor and pulled her near him.
She rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to step into his personal space. “You still could have called. You had me here feeling all fucked-up about sleeping with you. Don’t lie to me, Carter. You can tell me if you ain’t checking for me like that.”
Carter ran his finger across her breast until he felt her nipple swell under her silk dress.
Miamor’s breaths became shallow as she reached up and pulled his head near hers. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth. It was thick, and his kiss was sensual. She immediately became wet as she thought of another place she would like him to lick with his juicy tongue. There is something about this man that I can’t resist, she thought as she reached down and gripped his throbbing manhood. She was so hot and bothered that she considered taking his tool out and fucking him on the spot, but she had a white man sitting in her living room.
“Wait!” she whispered as she continued to kiss him. “We can’t do this right now.” Miamor had spoken the words, but she made no effort to stop Carter from slipping his finger up her White House designer skirt. She wore no panties, so his fingers were instantly drenched in her feminine juices. “You didn’t even call me,” she moaned.
“I’m sorry, ma. It’s all about you,” he answered as she reached for his belt buckle.
“Don’t lie to me,” she whispered in lust.
“I don’t lie, Miamor.” He lifted her shirt and bent down to kiss her stomach gently.
The two were in pure lust for one another as they attacked each other.
“What do I got to do to get some of this, ma?” he asked charmingly. He’d wanted to call her and had every intention of doing so, but his mind had been preoccupied with business.
“Do what you feel,” she stated frankly, staring at him in a challenging way, massaging his hardness through his Calvin Klein boxers.
Grunting lustfully, Carter picked her up by her waist as she wrapped her long legs around his body, grinding her hips into him with a fuck-me passion. The friction alone had her ready to climax. The heat between the two of them burned recklessly as Carter carried her to the oversized cherry wood dresser that sat against the wall, sweeping everything off of it in one motion, causing a loud crash to erupt through the condominium.
“Shh!” she whispered as she sucked on his neck. “Harper is going to hear us.”
Carter ignored her and sat her onto the dresser. He opened her legs, while she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. He entered her without hesitation, moving with a slow rhythm, holding both of her thighs open as wide as they would go. He looked down at his dick as it moved in and out of her. The sight of her massaging her swollen clitoris made his manhood swell even more, and he pounded into her relentlessly.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Is everything all right in there?”
Miamor’s eyes grew wide in alarm at the sound of Harper’s voice. Carter was fucking her so good that she couldn’t stop the moans from slipping off her tongue. She looked at Carter.
“He heard us,” she whispered.
Carter continued to fuck her as he whispered, “Then you better stop all of that moaning, ma.”
In and out, in and out… Miamor groaned in pleasure, “Uh-uh, I can’t,” as she thrust her hips at him in a slow grind. Until now she’d never had a nigga who had a big dick and knew exactly how to use it. She was losing her mind. “Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good,” she moaned as she made the lower half of her body roll in circles.
“Excuse me, guys, is everything okay?” Harper asked again.
Miamor began to reply, “Everything is-ooh shit!” But Carter hit her with the death stroke, hitting her G-spot and silencing her.
In and out, in and out, round and round.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” she screamed as the mirror to her dresser began to hit the wall it was leaning against. “Carter! Oh my God, baby, yes!”
Knock, knock, knock!
“Harper, we’re fine! Everything is-Yes, Carter, right there! Carter, don’t stop!” she moaned.
Carter was making her body explode in ways she had never experienced, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.
“I’m cumming!” she announced. “Oh my, oh!” she screamed one last time before her body went limp in Carter’s arms.
Seconds later, Carter climaxed as well and kissed her sweaty forehead before releasing her.
“Get rid of Harper,” she said as she pushed him gently off of her. “And when you do come back to me, I’ll be waiting in my bed.”
Miamor removed the rest of her clothing and then got underneath her luxury comforter as Carter pulled up his pants and backpedaled out of the room, eyeing every curve on her body. Harper stood checking his watch as Carter walked into the living room, adjusting his jeans.
When Harper looked up and saw Carter walking toward him with his shirt off, his mouth hit the floor in surprise. “Umm-I-I…” Harper didn’t know what to say as he adjusted his glasses nervously. He had certainly heard what had taken place in the bedroom. The small hard-on that showed through his business slacks and the red embarrassing flush of his face indicated that he had heard everything.
“I’ll take the first place we viewed. You’ll have your money tomorrow.” Carter opened the front door for Harper.
Astonished, Harper headed for the door. “Okay, I-I-” Before he could say another word, Carter closed the door in his face.
He made his way back to Miamor and picked up where they had left off, pleasing her in every sexual way over and over again until she was so tired that she could no longer cum.
Miamor lay cuddled up to Carter. She was so comfortable in his embrace. I could get used to this, she thought.
“Why are you selling your spot?” he asked her out of the blue.
“I can’t stay here. I shared this place with my sister, and ever since she died, it just doesn’t feel like home. Everything in here reminds me of her. I miss her.”
“There’s nothing wrong with missing her, Miamor. Selling your crib won’t erase that feeling.”
“I don’t want to talk about that,” she whispered. “I just want to enjoy my time with you. Ain’t no telling how long you’ll be around. I have to appreciate you while you’re here,” she said half-jokingly.
“I’m here as long as you want me to be.” Carter pulled her on top of his body. She lay directly on top of him and rested her head against his chest as he stroked the top of her head. Carter looked down at the beautiful young woman and felt connected to her.
Carter didn’t know it yet, but she loved everything about him. She loved the way he was rubbing her head. She loved the way he dressed, the confident swagger that he possessed, and the dimple on the side of his face was an added plus. She definitely loved how he had put his thing down on her. Both times they had slept together she had been completely satisfied. She was checking for him in the worst way.
They lay there together for hours, and eventually Carter slipped into a comfortable sleep. Miamor heard his deep breathing and eased her body off of him. She made sure that he was undisturbed as she tiptoed away from the bed.