"Good evening, I'm Lilly and I will be your waiter for the night. Is there anything I could get for you?" The black woman in her early 20's questioned with a warm welcoming smile. Her hair was dyed blonde and buzzed, brown eyes, light skin and petite body. Josephine read through the menu, everything she read was expensive and the way they describe each dish made her mouth wet. "I'll have the creamy goat cheese ratatouille." She announced. "Drink?" the waiter Lilly asked. "Red wine please." Josephine replied as she closed the menu and her gaze flicked to Elijah who bounty read through the menu. "What about you sir?" The waiter asked. "Sushi for me and one of your best virgin cocktails." he declared, closing the menu and handing it to the waiter. Josephine frowned. The waiter took Josephine's menu and scattered away. "What." Elijah questioned. "You don't drink?" she asked curiously Elijah simply shook his head. "Bad experience from it." he mumbled as his eyes drifted to the band
She is made of waves and honey.He wants to taste her. All of her.She laid there her eyes on him, pleading for him to stay and he did. He doesn't know why but he stayed."Let me get you out of the dress, you look uncomfortable." He gestures softly. Josephine lifts herself from the bed. She stumbles as she rises to her feet but Elijah manages to maintain her balance. He turns her around and his hands find her zipper.As he pulls the zipper down, a soft sound escapes Josephine's mouth when his hands touch her bare back. Elijah steps back. His eyes on her. Josephine turns around her eyes sparkling under the hues of the moonlight."Thank you." She whispers, darting her tongue out to lick those sweet lips he yearns so dearly.The dress now hangs loosely around her body. Elijah steps back, swallowing hard. Josephine turned to face him. "I'm going to take a shower. You can help yourself in the kitchen." she says softly, biting her bottom lip. While Elijah grew to love her habit, whenever sh
"Tonight I am claiming myself as yours." he utters. Josephine's head fell onto Elijah's shoulders, her teeth biting onto his broad shoulders as she rode his fingers. "Say I'm yours Josephine." he moans from the pleasure he is giving her. Josephine's mouth opens as she tries to find her voice other than the heavy breaths and moans. Elijah lightly pinched her throbbing clit causing her to squeal. "Say it." he demands, his voice horse and low. "You're mine Elijah..."Josephine trailed off her toes curling as her orgasm knocked on the door begging to enter. "Fuck, you're all mine-" she breaths and a satisfied smirk tugs on his lips. "Good girl." he whispers in her ear before pulling out all three of his fingers. Josephine's eyes shoot open and she glares at Elijah. Desperation and annoyance flashing in her eyes. Why is he stopping, I was so close? She thought to herself. Josephine opens her mouth to argue with him but he makes her speechless when he lifts three of his fingers that are
"Ice cream?" Josephine asks as she takes a seat on one of the kitchen stools. Her eyes followed him when he walked into the kitchen dressed in his sweat pants. After they had hot sex in kitchen Josephine took a shower and walked back downstairs to find that the kitchen was spotless. She argued with Elijah about him cleaning the mess instead of her but he told her not to worry so they not brushed it under the rug. Josephine was worried about what Elijah might wear when they go to bed she offered him to wear one of baggy t-shirts but it wouldn't fit him due to his wide shoulders luckily Elijah sometimes crashes over his brothers last minute so he always has extra close and toiletries just in case he doesn't return home from work. "Flavor of the ice cream?" He inquired, leaning against the wall next to the entrance of the kitchen. Josephine hops off the stool and padded to the freezer, opening it wide the cool refrigerator air brushes against her skin. She frowned when she realized th
"What would you like for breakfast?" Josephine inquired. After they shared a silent moment on the balcony Josephine and Elijah decided that they freshen up, Elijah wanted to take a shower with her saying that it will save more water but Josephine declined so they showered separately. Josephine wanted to feel casual so she wore her black sweatpants and a white crop top, topping her look off by wearing white Nike socks. She brushed her hair down and only applied mascara and lip-gloss. Elijah had some extra clothes in his car so he wore an oversized black and white flannel with black jeans, and his signature bean necklace. His midnight hair is natural styled into bed head as a few strands of his hair famed his face and kissed his forehead."I'm craving croissants and coffee." Josephine beams. Elijah couldn't stop looking at her, his head resting on the door frame of the kitchen as he watched her work her way around the kitchen preparing breakfast. He picks up how Josephine hums her w
She snuggled into Elijah as she continued to shape the wet clay smeared onto their hands. Elijah's glance shifted to her. He quietly observed her face as she was lost into the process of pottery. He knew he had no right to feel this intimate with her. To touch her with such gentleness. To crave her like air. but he did. Tension rises between them. They sparked with thunderous electricity. Like putting a hurricane and tornado in the same room.Elijah's soft lips pressed against her pulse. She stiffened her pulse twitching as he works his lips all over her sweet vanilla neck. "Elijah." She shudders. A remarkable gravitational pull between the two souls. "Elijah, stop..." Josephine warned again which only encouraged him to continue. He would have stopped but he knew that she didn't want him to stop. She might convince herself that she didn't want it to happen but her body told himotherwise. Elijah hands slowly glides up her arm, the wet clay trailing behind her flesh. Josep
On her way downstairs, irritation danced in her nerves.She never had visitors unless she requested them. So why this sudden person came to see her today out of all days and what's worse is that it's the very same time she about to have heated sex.When Josephine reached the door she unlocked it and pulled it open.Her heart dropped when she saw Zariah standing in-front of her apartment. Zariah is wearing a black tank top and green cargos with black heels. Her braids I tied up into a high bun. "Hey." She says.Josephine swallows hard. What is she doing here? Wasn't she mad at Josephine like three-four weeks ago. It was shocking to Josephine to find Zariah and what's worse is that Elijah is upstairs.Zariah's eyes narrowed as she stared at Josephine in confusion. "Why do you have dry clay smudged all over your body?" She questioned.Vivid memories from the pottery room invaded Josephine's mind. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she thought of Elijah's hands trailing up her body.Josephin
Josephine entered her apartment with a closed-up expression. She found Elijah sitting on the couch as he was lost deep in thought.Josephine slowly approached him, each step she took her heartbeat quickened by a mere second."You didn't tell me your ex was coming over." Elijah lets out. His head tilted to the side as his hands are clasped together like clips.Josephine paused.Of course, Zariah told him.Was it wrong that Josephine never wanted him to know about her and Zariah? Yes, they were a thing in the past but that is past and Josephine would always keep it behind her. Good or bad.One of the reasons why she did not want Elijah to know about Zariah is that she is scared of chasing him away. She does not want to admit it but it's true.Josephine liking girls is one of the things she is not that comfortable with telling Elijah but now it is too late."I did not know she would be paying me a little visit." Josephine answers.Josephine throws herself onto the couch, her head thrown