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Song choice for this chapter: 'Don't Let Go' by En Vogue.
Sasha walked up to the entrance of the gym Joe had mentioned in his text message. Going past the front desk, she stepped into the artificially cool air scented with sharp-smelling cleansers and musky sweat. Music pounded from speakers hidden behind rows of gleaming machines. She glanced around, taking it all in. Pam's gym was definitely no match for this juggernaut. T.K. would have loved to exercise in a place like this. There were a number of people sprinkled here and there, working out. Some women were jogging on the treadmills, all of them thin and tanned and toned. Sasha noticed their heads were twisted in the same direction, staring intently at something she couldn't see. Curious, she followed their gaze, stopping at the glorious sight in the huge free-weight area.
Joe. Doing pull-ups on a high bar. In nothing but shorts and sneakers.
Sasha's mouth dried, and she had to wet her lips. She knew his muscles were impressive, but seeing them all up close was a whole other spectacle. His back was massive, with large muscles in his arms, shoulders and upper back, all tensing with each move he made. The tribal tattoo on his olive skin wrapped around his right bicep and shoulder. His waist narrowed into the band of his black shorts. He had his long legs bent, and clamped between his ankles was a heavy weight as he pumped out flawless pull-ups.
Hot damn, he looked so good. No wonder every woman in the gym was watching him. Sasha couldn't tear her eyes away either.
And she didn't have to, because his gaze tracked her in the mirror in front of him. Slowly he lowered himself, released the weight from his ankles and hit the ground. Sweat glistened on his body, coursing down his defined contours as he prowled towards her, and she felt an animalistic urge to go right up to him and lick off every drop…
Gosh, when did her thoughts become this wayward?
"Hey, beautiful," Joe said, and her answer was found in that dazzling smile of his. "Let me go take a quick shower and we can get out of here."
"You can shower at your place," Sasha said quickly, wanting him all to herself and away from the ogling harpies. "And after that we can stay in for a bit. We don't have to go out right away."
Looking at her for a moment, he shrugged, unfazed by the change in plans. "Alright. Let me go grab my stuff."
He left and returned with his bag and had put a shirt on. Hand in hand, they walked out together. She could feel the death glares the cardio women were sending her way, and she smirked to herself.
Damn right, chickenheads. He's mine.
"There's granola bars everywhere," Sasha commented, eyeing up Joe's pantry. "What are you selling them or somethin'?"
"They're great. Colby gave me one to try and a week later I had a whole box delivered." Joe stood in front of the TV flipping channels. "Wanna watch something?"
"Whatcha got?"
"Just DVR'd episodes of The Walking Dead and a couple of DVDs."
Grabbing a bowl of grapes, she joined him in the living room and plopped down on the sofa. "Ugh, I watched a Walking Dead episode once, it made me queasy."
"Let me guess, you like Scandal." Joe smirked when Sasha arched a brow in response. "Every woman I know likes Scandal. The Divas are always yappin' about it at work."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, it's the show that fools black women into thinking they have a chance at screwing the white President of the United States. What's not to like?" She scooted over so that Joe could join her on the sofa, and then scooted right back so their bodies were touching. He continued to flip channels until they found something they both agreed on.
They snuggled against each other, watching the movie in a charged silence. Joe's arm was around her, and she in turn kept her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. Her heart thumped a little faster when his hand crept underneath her shirt, tracing her skin with his finger. Her eyes were on the TV but there was an internal battle going on inside her. Seeing him working out, all those women in the gym watching him, lusting after him, his freshly showered scent…all of that combined made her ache for him. Fighting off the feelings, she sat up straighter and forced herself to concentrate on the movie. He was probably still tired from his workout anyway.
"You're biting your lip," Joe spoke in her ear, his warm breath fanning over her cheek. "You know what that does to me, baby girl."
She turned to him and felt her panties instantly dampen at the raw hunger in his eyes. And right there, all the self-control she had bravely mustered up unraveled in a pool of lust. Closing the very short distance between their faces, she claimed his mouth greedily, putting them out of their miseries. The look on the Samoan's face when she briefly pulled back was worth her making the first move. She turned her body towards him and cupped his face in her hands while his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling their bodies closer. The movie rolled on, completely ignored by the couple locked in a passionate embrace.
Sasha yelped in surprise when Joe grabbed her waist and yanked her onto his lap, keeping his mouth fused to hers. They kissed feverishly, urgently, their tongues tangling together. One hand lingered on her breast while the other skimmed down her back to squeeze her supple backside. It felt too good, his big hands all over her, his thick arousal branding her through their clothes. His kisses were intoxicating; the way he gave her top and bottom lips equal attention, the way his tongue navigated the insides of her mouth to taste her. Desire tugged at her inner thighs, leaving her hot and wet and ready faster than she could have ever imagined possible.
"Do you want to stop?" Joe murmured between heated kisses.
Hell no. Tears pricked her eyes at the thought. It had been way too long, not feeling this freedom, this intensity, this giving in to what her body ached for. "No. Don't stop. I want this." Marking his mouth with hers one more time, Sasha caressed his face and stared hard at him. "I want you."
At her words, his eyes dilated, and she swore she felt him shiver. Without a word, he wrapped his arms underneath her butt, stood up and headed upstairs. Blinded by lust, she peppered kisses along the side of his neck, jaw and ear. She hadn't been carried since she was in her teens and here he was throwing her around like she weighed nothing. It was quite the aphrodisiac.
Inside his bedroom, his mouth hungrily reclaimed hers as he backed her up against the door. Grinding his hips against hers, his hands roamed the curves of her body, and she felt like a piece of clay in the hands of a very gifted potter. They glided over her breasts and down her sides, to her waist and her hips before snaking behind to squeeze her butt, pressing himself even harder against her. Sasha felt dizzy. She'd never been frisked so erotically, or kissed so thoroughly before. Their actions weren't the smoothest but she didn't care. It was frantic and fumbling as they both tried to touch everything they could all at once.
Eventually they pulled up for air, and as she was set back on her feet, Sasha took in his flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, those mesmerizing grey eyes of his. She cupped his sculpted cheek, and Joe shut his eyes at her touch, pressing a breathless kiss to her palm and turning her insides to liquid. He tugged her shirt over her head, and she helped him out of his. Seeing him shirtless would never get old. Every defined muscle on his body was like a work of art. That was the only observation she could make before the Samoan sealed her lips in another mind-blowing kiss.
Tugging the rest of each other's clothes, they shuffled towards the king-size bed. She wanted to warn him before he could unwrap the whole package – to inform him about the stretch marks streaking the slight pudginess of her lower belly, apologize for the damage that breast-feeding and ill-fitting bras had wreaked on her not-so-perky breasts. No man had seen her naked in years, and there was a moment's hesitation, a rising panic in her chest. Maybe she'd gone too far with this little fantasy of hers. She couldn't possibly be attractive enough or sexy enough for a man as attractive and sexy as Joe Anoa'i.
But as she lay among the soft sheets and pillows in nothing but her panties and watched him follow her into the bed, lust shining in his grey irises, the doubts dissipated. Then he touched her body again. Kissed her. Deeply. Slowly. From her lips to her chin, along the column of her throat and down to her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, and the flick of his hot tongue shot shivers up her spine. She weaved her fingers through his long hair, her body arching into his as he licked and sucked and nibbled. He massaged her other breast, the pad of his thumb teasing the hardened nipple. He alternated, humming his appreciation, and Sasha forgot to feel anything other than sexy.
Joe's lips traveled again, trailing wet kisses down her stomach and hips, and then her legs, taking his time caressing and kissing every inch of her. He slowly peeled her panties off, dragging his fingers along her dark skin as he did so. Sasha thanked God she'd worn better-looking underwear today. Taking her legs, Joe guided them over his broad shoulders, his mouth watering as he inhaled the scent of her arousal. Sasha tensed instantly. Pam had suggested that she cleaned up down there, and though she was ultimately glad she took her advice, it didn't stop her from feeling self-conscious.
Joe met her panicked gaze and understood. Brushing his lips against her inner thigh, he said, "Relax, baby. I got you." He kissed along her thigh, and Sasha squirmed as his breath wafted over her entrance. He slid his arms underneath her body and felt her twitch at the first contact of his warm tongue, felt her hand find its way back into his hair. He held her still, sliding his tongue slowly, tantalizingly, over her moist folds. He wanted to show her how much he desired her, how beautiful he thought she was, how much he wanted to bury every inch of himself between her delicious-looking thighs. And he was determined to deliver.
Sasha gasped audibly, her grip on his hair tightening as he feasted on her. Goddamn. His lips, his tongue. She was never really fond of getting head but he was changing her mind right now. He was spectacular. He knew exactly what he was doing; where to put his lips, how to use his tongue; fast and frantic one moment, slow and deliberate the next. She tried to recoup her senses, but they were in a tailspin thanks to all this pleasure surging through her body.
Joe cut his eyes to her face and smirked at the sight of her watching him, her full lips parted and panting her pleasure. He licked and sucked her folds, tasting as much of her as he could, reveling in the sensual sounds that came out of her mouth. He went a step further by sliding one finger slowly into her, meeting much less resistance from her body now. He slid a second finger in, deeper this time, and pride and lust rushed through him as Sasha threw her head back and moaned loudly. He was ravenous, lapping up her essence while his fingers pumped into her in an electrifying rhythm. His other hand slid up to knead her breast, pulling her closer and closer to the edge.
Sasha squeezed her eyes shut, her mind and body shutting down as ecstasy glided nearer. "Oh fuck, fuck, baby…I…I'm…"
Joe could feel her getting close, her walls squeezing around his fingers. He didn't slow down. "Let go, Sasha. Come for me."
One more swipe of his tongue, one last thrust of his long digits had her entire body detonating, as though a grenade had gone off inside her. Ecstasy washed away all coherent thought and left her breathless. Fuck. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. With a faint cry, she sank back against the bed, casting heavy-lidded eyes at Joe as he licked his fingers. Licked her. And damn if it wasn't the most erotic thing she had ever seen. "Damn," she breathed, her expression awe-stricken.
"I was right," Joe commented with a smirk, "you taste delicious."
He stood up from the bed and shed his pants, and Sasha's stomach lurched with anticipation as she stared down between his legs, licking her lips at the sight of the heat he was packing. There was no turning back now. Not that she would. As he retrieved a condom and put it on, they met each other's gaze, and Sasha loved what she saw in his. That she could evoke such emotions out of him was frankly an ego boost, among other things. Her hands traced his muscled chest and abs and she leaned up to swirl her tongue over his nipple, then suck on it. Groaning, Joe brought her face back to his, easing her back down to the bed as they kissed. The taste of herself on his lips generated more heat in her still-sensitive loins. She reached down between their bodies, grasped his length and began to stroke him. He was thick and veiny and mouth-watering. Growling under his breath, Joe thrust against her hand briefly before drawing it away so he could guide himself inside her. They continued to kiss, their moans mingling when their bodies joined. The Samoan remained still for a couple of seconds, letting her body adjust to him. He gritted his teeth as her tight, moist warmth enveloped him. He started to move, slowly, steadily, drawing soft gasps from Sasha.
"Fuck," she breathed. Damn he was big. "Fuck, Joe…"
"You like that, baby?" Joe nipped her bottom lip, watching her every reaction as he maintained his maddeningly slow pace, her ass firmly in his large grasp. Sasha was about to lose her mind. "Joe…fuck…please."
"Yes, baby? What do you want?" He churned his hips again, causing her to moan and her eyes to roll back. His hair was loose and cascaded over them both like a curtain. "Talk to me, baby girl. Tell me what you want."
Her legs tightened around him. She couldn't handle this restraint. Not after an eight-year wait. "Fuck me, handsome. Don't hold back. Please."
That was all he needed to hear. Gradually, he picked up speed, their groans filling the bedroom as he thrust deep inside her. "Fuck, baby girl." She was tight and unbelievably wet, and the friction was driving him insane. A harsh groan left his lips when she dug her nails into the firm skin of his ass. Pain and pleasure rippled through him, and Joe buried his face in her neck, his hips rocking a little faster on instinct. She felt so fucking good. He was lost inside her, lost in her touch, in the sounds he was drawing out of her, his body craving more of her. He'd fallen into a deep well and he knew right away that he would never come back out.
"Shit, baby," Sasha whimpered, overwhelmed by the feel of his hardness driving in and out of her, and her hands gripped and tugged and clawed at his skin. "Fuck Joe, yes, don't stop…Joe…"
The sound of his name rolling off her lips unleashed something feral within him. His long hair flew as his head snapped back, his eyes glittering dangerously. Bracing his massive arms on either side of her, his movements became harsher, faster, his balls smacking against her ass. Sasha cried out, her head rearing back as her body accepted his relentless thrusts. Joe saw her bottom lip disappear beneath her teeth and pried her mouth back open with his tongue, kissing her hard enough to make her head spin. She whined mindlessly into his mouth, and her legs braced around the back of his own, his working hips bumping against her inner thighs. Her fingernails raked his shoulder blades, and the blood roared in her ears as the already unbearable heat inside her intensified.
His teeth grazed her shoulder, followed closely by his tongue on her neck. The orgasm that tore through Sasha was even more mind-blowing than the first; an extraordinary unraveling of nerves that curled her toes and had her crying out her pleasure. His biceps flexed, his dick swelled bigger, harder as he plunged faster and faster into her. Her walls clenched him hard, eliciting a growl from his lips. With one last deep thrust, he came hard, groaning into Sasha's neck as indescribable pleasure jolted his bones. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her, panting harshly. Sasha welcomed his heavy, warm weight and smoothed a hand over his slick back, a sated feeling settling in her body. Opening her eyes, she noticed the room had darkened considerably, and it was then she heard the rush of rainfall. Their eyes met, and they broke into quiet laughter. "Wow," Sasha whispered.
"Yeah," Joe answered, brushing her hair away from her eyes. "You okay?"
More than okay. "I'm great," she told him, seeing the pride light up his eyes right before he graced her lips with a firm kiss that she accepted gladly. After tossing the used condom into the trash by the bed, he rolled onto his back with a tired grunt and pulled her against him. She rested her head in the hollow of his neck, inhaling his scent, enjoying the rapid pulse of his heartbeat and his hand stroking her arm. Words could not describe just how amazing that was.
"You still up for goin' out?" he asked.
She looked at him, reaching up to play with his long locks. "It's raining. And honestly, I'd rather stay here with you," she admitted, rather sheepishly.
"Sounds good to me," Joe smiled, tugging her in for a long, lingering kiss.
Finally! Was it worth the wait?
And now, I humbly and patiently await your reviews. As Sasha said, don't hold back. ;)