Chapter 8

“Whitney Russell, where have you been?” Simone chided her when she walked through the door.

“Uh, hello to you, too.” Whitney retorted jokingly.

“Whitney, you said you were going to come home last night. What happened?” Simone stated half amusingly, half concerned.

“Simone, I was with Fox last night—you remember? …” Whitney was hinting to her.

“Yes, I recall very well, but you said you would return. You made a promise and now you have broken it, what gives?” Simone beamed slyly; having a slight inkling that Whitney has spent the night with Fox.

“Well, I still can’t believe I have done it …” Whitney muttered in lost thought.

“What, Whit? Don’t keep a Sista in suspense!” Simone was waiting on her to state the undisguised.

“Fox and I have slept together.” Whitney announced at last.

Silence surrounded the room entirely until Simone responded, “Get out of town! You and Fox have slept together? Is it love?”

Whitney’s smile has faded from her baby sister’s query. “I don’t know … I think we’re sticking with the friends’ routine.”

“You have got to be kidding me, Whit. I highly doubt Fox would stick to that ‘friends’ routine’ garbage.

“Simone, please don’t play detective with me. I am not ready-”

“I know, I know. You keep saying how you’re not ready for a relationship. How do you know that for sure?” Simone pumped, crossing her arms.

“I don’t know—everything happened so fast.” Whitney rambled.

“Now that you have let Fox in, Sis. Don’t bet on counting him out of your life just yet.” Simone headed to the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“He’s only my friend, Simone. We’re not going to sleep with each other again—it wouldn’t be fair.” Whitney sulked, following her.

“Fair to whom, Whit? Fair to you? Fair to Fox? Please color my vision here. When are you going to let this crap go? It’s ancient history. Fox is definitely in to you and I don’t think you should let love pass you by.” Simone lectured her.

“Fine, don’t be understanding towards my feelings, Simone! If you’re so adamant about I should hook up with Fox? Why don’t you get with him yourself?” Whitney stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Simone utterly baffled.

“Whitney!” Simone ran to her sister’s room and found her on the bed weeping. “Whitney, you know I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do. Forgive me if I sound persistent.”

“Domineering, you mean?” Whitney retaliated.

“Whitney.” Simone stated warily.

“Simone, don’t. Please don’t badger me about Fox. I am not ready to deal with this situation—right now—I haven’t gotten my life together yet.” Whitney asserted.

“Whit, are you that frightened about letting love in for the second time? Love isn’t all that bad. Trust me, I know.” Simone insisted.

“Yeah, but you weren’t the one who had soaked your feet in the mud further than intended. My life is over. Fox is never going to want me as his lover after all I have told him about my past.” Whitney replied shakily.

“Fox doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who would care, Whit. It’s evident, he’s no saint—but he’s in no position to judge you.” Simone reminded her.

“Yeah, that’s what I like about him.” She giggled in sensual pleasure.

“Maybe this is my cue to leave you in peace.” Simone rejoined, looking vexed.

“Simone, wait … where’re you going?” Whitney snapped out of her sexually tainted thought of Fox.

“I’m meeting up with Daddy and Alan. Apparently Dad has liked him so much—he would like to see my boyfriend again.” Simone rolled her eyes annoyingly.

“Tell Daddy that I’ve said hello.”

“Why don’t you come, Whit? It’ll be fun. Please don’t leave me with those two.” Simone begged, whining.

“Sis, this is between you, your lover, and our father. I don’t want to impose.” Whitney declined right away.

“You’re not imposing—you don’t have plans for tonight, do you?” Simone lifted a brow at her.

“Not to my knowledge. But I do have to get up in the morning, Simone. I need to have a head start for tomorrow night.” Whitney informed her.

“Okay.” Simone pouted. “See you later.” She hugged her sister goodbye and departed to meet with Alan and TC.

“Fox, if only …” Whitney sighed heavily and stayed in her room, reading a book.

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Around midnight, Whitney glanced at the clock bizarrely, wondering why would Simone knock on the front door at this hour. “I thought she would have her key with her.” Whitney murmured to herself and went to the front door, unsealing the entrance to see who was waiting on the opposite side. “Fox,” her eyes grew wider than usual, “What are you doing here?”

Fox licked his lips seductively. “I’ve decided I couldn’t keep myself away from you.” Cornered her off by initiating a fervent osculation on her mouth.

“Fox,” she whimpered when she felt his hand fumbling with her white panties.

“Whitney, I can’t stop thinking about you. Just let me stay for the night …” he requested, admiring her in her white tee shirt and panties.

“Fox, you can’t show up here unannounced, what were you thinking?” She interrogated, flustered.

“I can and I will—I do whatever I please to, Whitney. And you’re going to let me stay.” He adamantly remarked.

“And what if I don’t?” She tested him, raising her brow at him.

“We’ll never get to know—now will we?” He joined his mouth with hers as she willingly gave in. “Where’s your bedroom? Take me there.”

“I’ll show you.” Whitney took him by the hand and led him all the way to her room. She pushed Fox onto her bed energetically, saddling herself on top of him firmly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either, Fox, but how did you? …”

“Know? I had a feeling.” He shrugged, holding onto her hips ardently.

“You had a feeling … and what kind of feeling you are having right now?” Whitney was unbuttoning his shirt gradually.

“I told you what I am feeling—I’m feeing you … don’t make me wait too long.” He groaned, thirsting for her fiercely.

From the way his enlarged masculine organ was erecting underneath her, she knew he wasn’t gaming her and she knew it was on. Whitney was bending forward to taste his sensuous lips fervently, doting how his fingers were brushing against her hips.

Whitney unzipped his pants absently after lifting herself off of him, taking them off completely, she embraced the very thought of feeling his hardened libido grooving inside of her. The way he applies the right amount of pressure is mind blowing to her. And she adores how he knows where to go, too. He has shown her new, exciting ways in the bedroom and she must admit, with Chad it was gentle. Fox is gentle, don’t get her wrong, he’s very gentle, but he knows when to play naughty, real naughty. And she doesn’t think she can get enough of his sexual aura or him.

Fox laced his fingers with her panties cleverly, grinning at the exposure of her feminine sex. His two large fingers obliged her wet folds, tickling them with his downy touch, which made her giggle in indisputable satisfaction, eliciting a sweet cry from her. “Fox, is this your way of teasing me? I think I got the picture … I want you … please don’t hesitate.” She replied, staring into his ambiguous yet enchanting eyes.

“What fun would that be if I just went straight to the point? Whitney, patience …” he flashed his tender look while pressing his other hand on the small of her back.

“How are we going to play this time?” She marveled, loving how his hand was massaging her back tenderly.

“I want you on top of me-”

“In the current position I am in now?” She queried in slight bewilderment.

“Well, that’s not what I had in mind.” He smiled one of his roguish smiles at her.

“Show me.” Her tone was sweet and tiny.

He raised himself up with her on his lap still. He smoothed his lips on her shoulder, kissing her dainty flesh impeccably.

“Fox, how can we play when you’re constantly giving me teasers? I want the whole show.” She wailed in fleshly heat.

He prevented himself to continue and glanced at her softly. The concept has already been in his mind ever since he came over to see her. He’s just hoping she’ll consent to what he has in mind for them. His large hands were roaming to the sides of her stomach, as they were slowly rising to her ribs. His fingers were crawling on her upper torso soothingly as she started to tremble blissfully.

His teeth clung onto his lower lip as he hauled her up, having her back facing him. His mouth salivated with hunger, placing intimate kisses on her back.

“Fox, I am starving for you. I can’t take anymore of this waiting.” She closed her eyes, imaging how he’s planting his lips on her dynamically. She inhaled airily and exhaled in the same manner. Fox was clearly taking his time with her, he knew what buttons he was pushing to get her to react feverishly towards him and he’s doing one bang up job, too.

He decided he had teased her long enough and went for the ultimate thrill. He slipped his rock hard, lengthened shaft in her moist womanly core swiftly.

“Fox, what are you-”

“What am I doing? I told you to have patience … patience is a virtue and you’re going to get what you desire for most. Don’t worry; I’m going to give it to you good. Just relax, and let me guide you all the way in this.”

“But, Fox, I want to see your expression …”

“I know you can’t get enough of looking at a handsome, debonair man like myself. It’s nature, and you can’t help it. But just to let you know, there is beauty to having a little enigma in your sex life. And these are one of those times. So, relax …”

Whitney held onto the sheets as he was stimulating her hormones with every solid thrust. Her body was reddening from each exhilarating grind he had given to her. The more his lively sex was penetrating genuinely in her delicate center, the more she let her inner woman come out by evoking tantalizing cries he can’t seem to stop enjoying.

She pulled her long hair away from her nape so Fox can caress it the way she need him to. Fox ravished the back of her neck with his fervent grazes while knocking her swelled gem precisely. Whitney’s erogenous location was being put to the test extremely. Fox wouldn’t ease up on the friction between their organs intertwining. And how the lips of her sweetness was curling to his c*** told him a lot; it told him there’s no doubt that Whitney is addicted to him and she will constantly come back for more, no matter what she think or say. Their sexual connection will always tie them together for infinity.