“Let me get outta here,” Kianna announced while searching for her purse. “I know I been talkin' yo ear off long enough.”
“It's all good,” Gerald assured her.
Kianna stood up, somewhat wobbly, rhetorically wondering how those teeny tiny panties were munched by her monster booty. She didn't have the privacy and comfort needed to fully rectify the situation, but with a quick wiggle and hard shift of the hips, she was able to adjust enough to avoid the dreaded skank hoe strut. She slowly made her way to the door, wishing she could teleport to the pad and leap frog the thirty-minute drive.
“You sure you straight?” Gerald asked with genuine concern.
“Yeah I'm good.” Kianna was only slightly worried about her ability to make it home safely. She reached for the door and suddenly realized they hadn't discussed not one iota of the upcoming task. Oh well. Now she had another reason to contact Gerald in the very near future. “I'll talk to you later G.”
“Shit!” Gerald stood with his back against the door, head tilted at the ceiling, eyes shut with this mind processing the gamut of what if's. Was he a fool to let her go so easily? The male-female dynamic was mind boggling. One minute they're sharing deeply personal, heart-wrenching stories. The next, he's struggling to contain the rush of sexual adrenaline that nearly incapacitated him as he walked Kianna to the door. He was an ass man to the core and she had a serving size most worthy of an encore. Gerald couldn't help wondering if he'd missed out an opportunity to make a magical moment. Before he could fret any further, there was a soft knock at the door.
Powered by quasi-psychic intuition, Gerald swung open the door, not surprised at all to find Kianna standing on the other side. It was almost like she had gone and slipped into something more comfortable because suddenly, she wore a sultriness that had eluded him thus far.
Kianna stood with her weight shifted to one side, hand on her hip, and a foxy grin on her face. “I gotta be real wit you G … I'm a lil fucked up right now. I think I'm feelin' that act right.”
“Damn. Sound like you shouldn't be leavin' then.” Sure, it wasn't the smoothest line, but apparently it was effective. Gerald stepped aside and let Kianna inside. He closed the door and no sooner than he turned to face her, he found himself pinned against it. Kianna played the aggressor, attacking Gerald with her lips and allowing her kiss to lead the way. Before he knew it, her tongue was in his mouth, twisting and tussling against his own. Guided by raging impulses, his anxious hands slipped around her slim waist before sliding down to her amply round bottom.
“I need to take these pants off so you can do that,” Kianna informed Gerald between kisses, only momentarily pausing the action. Of course it was a classic case of easier said than done, so she tried to get a headstart on stripping down by unbuckling her belt and unsnapping those amazingly tight jeans.
Holy fuck! Gerald felt brand new. Like a virgin, touched for the first damn time. It was as if he hadn't tried to brand his memory inside Terri's womb on his first day out the pen. Kianna had him feeling anxious, overcome with nerves, all over the prospects of rounding the bases en route to her bodacious mound. Her touch was sensual. Chill inducing. Her tongue a gift woven from the purest magic. Hell, even her body had a magnetic aura that drove every sensor in his body absolutely mad!
“I think you oughta show me yo room,” Kianna said through ragged breath, reluctantly holding back sweet kisses so he could reply. “Unless you wanna do it right here. That works for me, too.”
Damn. The bud and brandy combo had Gerald more than a little off as he tried to picture the condition of his bedroom. Shit, he hadn't even slept there since returning home. Thank goodness Tai had been in and out, for he was thoughtful enough to have a few girls to keep the area tidy. Best of all, he invested in a new bed to replace the beat up, piss-infested mattress Gerald had been confined to previously.
“That's on you, Ki.”
“Awww, you called me Ki … we are making so much fucking progress.”
“You silly.” Kianna's raised comfort and lowered inhibitions allowed Gerald to relax, giving him the courage to grip the bottom of her buns in both hands. “It's yo world. However you want it.”
Never missing out on an opportunity to flex her vocal pipes, Kianna sang, “How do you want it? How do you feel?!” She wrapped her arms around Gerald's neck. And because they were nearly the exact same height, she was able to look him eye to eye, nudging her forehead against his while struggling to fight the urge to swarm him with another succession of kisses. “So however I want it … well I'm a girly girl, so I think I deserve a bed … at least the first time.”
“So it's gon' be another time?” Gerald asked, cheesing a Grand Canyon wide smile.
“Fuckin' better be.” Unable to resist, Kianna followed up with another kiss, this time, with more passion and more tongue. The hunger she exhibited was a function of the intense longing she'd accumulated. Kianna hadn't enjoyed as much as a smooch from the opposite sex since arriving in Michigan. Yet, from the moment they locked eyes, she knew Gerald was the one. Chosen to rock her proverbial world and satisfy those ever rising urges. Whether he'd accept Felipe's invitation and subsequently, pick up on her suggestions, were the only mysteries. With those questions answered, the two consenting adults would direct their own collective fate.
Who are these people? And how they'd get their own episode? They're only two of these best characters in the CKP universe. Ask somebody. And then get the book to find out!
