No More Mr. Nice Guy by Carl Weber

sopping wet by now. That’s how much he turned me on.
    â€œIt’s just that I’ve only been with one person for the past five years, and well . . .” I trailed off, and he waited patiently for me to gather my nerve to continue. “I can count all the men I’ve slept with on one hand and still have a finger or two left.” I was worried that he would prefer someone with a whole lot more experience.
    â€œSo you’re not easy. I know that, Keisha. You don’t think I remember all those fast girls you hung out with? You and Nia were the only ones always stuck in your books,” he reminded me, staring into my eyes with the kind of desire I had only dreamt about. I don’t mean the “I want to fuck the shit out of you” stuff, either. His eyes were saying simply “I want you,” and that meant something, because this was a man who could have any woman he wanted.
    I shook my head, still unable to believe that I was standing here like this with him. “Look at me. It’s been less than four hours, and I’m already naked in your shower, about to do all kinds of things.” I felt myself blushing. Man, I was really ruining this moment with my hesitation.
    Niles didn’t seem to mind, though. He lifted my chin so that my eyes met his. “Hey, we can go at whatever pace you want, Keisha. I don’t need to rush this.”
    I felt myself damn near melting. The more he put the ball in my court, the more I wanted him. Hell, I knew enough from my own life and from watching my single girlfriends to know that men don’t just back away to check your feelings when you’re both butt naked. Most of them do whatever they can to close the deal. Niles was different, and that’s why I wanted to be with him.
    I reached up and kissed him like I’d been imagining for all those years when I was way too young for him to really notice me.
    â€œUnless you think I should get dressed and leave?” I teased as I pressed my body, hot with desire, against his letting him know that I would do no such thing.
    â€œYou sure?” he asked me again, although we both know he’d already gotten my answer.
    â€œI’m not very sure about a lot of things these days, but this . . .” I slipped my tongue in his mouth and proceeded to move us past the talking stage and into the doing stage.
    Niles took both my hands in one of his and raised them above my head as his mouth moved from mine to my neck. By the time he reached my ear and nibbled on it, my body had heated up like an electric furnace. He released my arms and took the soap, rubbing it all over my body until he’d worked both the soap and I into a frothy lather.
    When he handed me the soap, I was more than happy for my turn. That man had the kind of chiseled Adonis body you only saw on television. This was some next level shit that I couldn’t believe was happening to me.
    â€œC’mon.” Niles swooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, where he put me down in front of the bed. First he toweled me off. Then he opened his suitcase and pulled out a bottle of lotion and began to rub it over every inch of my body until I glistened. When he turned me around to lotion my ass, he started rubbing his hands up and down my inner thighs, making me moist and sticky. Then he dropped down on his knees and began to lick and suck on my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my horny center.
    Everything in me was begging for this man to be inside of me. His greedy tongue found its way to my sweet spot, and I went weak. He proceeded to lick and suck on my clitoris until my legs started to shake.
    â€œOh, Niles. Niles.” I grabbed hold of his head as his tongue darted in and out, flicking across my clitoris. “I’m going to fall. Please. Please,” I begged him, but he was unrelenting as an orgasm took over my body. “No. No. No. I’m . . . oh. Oh. Niles. Niles. Please.