Hey Guys
Here's the next chapter. Please comment and send feedback and vote!!! oh and sorry I messed up the last chapter with the whole 3 months, 1 month thing. Just to clarify, it was 3 months since the first date and no contact. I did edit this time, but if there are mistakes please forgive me! and once again please comment! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
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As he drove to his apartment, Isaiah kept glancing over at Becca, who was seated in the passenger's seat. Just before she had made her way to his car, he had come to the realization that he was in love with her. She had knocked him out of his train of thought, by opening the car door and climbing in, "hey handsome," she said playfully and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He smiled, "Hey Africa" he said. Trying to put the thoughts he was having before aside, he shook his head as if to clear the fog that clouded his brain. It was very difficult with her sitting right there next to him. He turned his head then staring at the road and started the car.
Becca had to admit she was impressed. He lived in a large face brick building. It was old but it was beautiful, with big oak doors with intricate designs carved into the wood and large windows with white frames that had turned grey with age. It wasn't what she'd expected. She had imagined him living in one of those buildings with floor to ceiling windows, were everything was chrome and black. A place that was modern and chic. But it was quite the opposite. None of his furniture matched, it was all different patterns and colors, but it all worked well together. He had movie and music paraphernalia everywhere, all from different genres and decades, there was a large picture of Marilyn Monroe on one wall, and right next to it on a side table was a huge Spiderman lamp. She walked around his living room now; staring at his picture and all the interesting little trinkets he had everywhere. She stopped at a large framed black and white picture of a young man in a hat, holding a saxophone and a cigarette, smiling.
"Dexter Gordon," She heard him say from behind her and she turned around to look at him, without realizing how close he had been standing. She was facing him now her chest pressed against his as she looked up into his face. She swallowed. "Um... yes, I know" she said as they stared at each other. Becca couldn't get over how incredibly handsome he was and tonight he looked especially good. He was wearing a black V-neck T- shirt that hugged the large muscles in his arms and low slung faded blue jeans.
Earlier he had asked her if she wanted a glass of wine and when he reached up to the get the bottle from a high cabinet his shirt rode up, revealing the waist band of his boxer shorts and that sexy V that his hips and muscular abs formed. She had stared for a second and then embarrassed and blushing had walked into his living room to cool down. She snapped back to reality when she heard him speak.
"Of course, you do," he said with a smile, referring to the picture of Dexter Gordon. Becca continued to stare into his eyes.
Isaiah looked away quickly, he could see the lust in her eyes and it was giving him very impure thoughts. He didn't want to do anything he'd regret later, so he took a step back and handed her the glass of wine he had in his hand. She said thanks and then turned around again to study the picture. "If I could choose to live in any picture, it would be this one," she said quietly. He stared at the picture and then at her, "I feel that way about this moment," he said. She turned to look at him then, a surprised smile on her face, and he couldn't seem to hold back anymore. He held his hand up to the side of her head and leaned forward to kiss her.
Becca immediately opened up allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. He was kissing her as if he'd never kiss her again, exploring every corner of her mouth. She groaned feeling her body react to the kiss and she leaned up on her toes and slid her am around his neck, trying to bring herself closer.
He growled then, and picked her up with one arm, pushing her up against the wall. He took the glass from her hand and put it on the nearby side table, then roughly grabbed her hips and pushed his body up against hers trying to get as close to her as he possibly could.
Becca had never felt like this before, her head was spinning and her body was tingling. All she could think about was Isaiah's lips pressed against her own, and how much she wanted him to run his hands, that were now squeezing her outer thighs, all over her body. She felt frantic, like she couldn't get enough of his, kiss, his touch. So when he grabbed the backs of her thighs and hoisted her into the air, she didn't think twice. She wrapped her legs around his waist eagerly, anything to get closer to him.
With her now solidly placed between him and the wall, he broke their kiss and began to kiss down her neck. She whimpered and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. He moved his lips down the column of her neck and kissed the little dip just above her collar bone. Becca whimpered again and without thinking ground her lower half into Isaiah's feeling the large bulge in his pants grind against her moist center. Isaiah pushed his hips forward, trying to still her movements by trapping her firmly between him and the wall, problem was, it only served to push his bulging erection harder against her core, and now he could feel the heat radiating from her. "Fuck!" Isaiah said softly. She felt so good and they were both still fully clothed.