Heatblast #107

Atlanta…

Her breath was taken away for a brief moment.
His touch was not as smooth as it had been…it was too much this time.
She felt something like…real heat down there.
It was still incredible.
She still loved it, but it was strange.
Her breathing was returning back to normal.
She had been on this ride with KD for three months.
Tonight, he had slipped…Sylvia was pretty sure she now knew what KD had been doing to make her orgasm like never before (See HeatBlast#91).
They were lying in her bed.
Her head laid against his chest.
He wanted a cigarette.
Sylvia ran her hand down his body.
KD had an arm around her.
They were naked.
His free hand was between her thighs.
KD was kissing the top of Sylvia’s head, while trying to slide his hand under her thigh.
“Baby…what’s that?” she asked. She felt something in the bed underneath her thigh.
KD was trying to get it. “What’s…what?” he asked back.
She tried to beat him to it.
He had already made his move.
Sylvia raised up. “KD…what is that?”
He was quick. KD had slipped it into the pocket of his pants, next to the bed.
She grabbed his hand.
“Sylvia…baby, what are you on?” KD asked, as she discovered his hands were empty.
She just looked into his eyes.
They had been drinking a lot of wine. His eyes were tight.
She got on top of him in a sitting position. Sylvia continued to watch his eyes as she grabbed him…sliding his bare skin across her moist center.
He was coming alive.
She continued to watch him…positioning herself…taking him across her flesh another time to make sure he was ready.
She consumed him…little by little…as her core adjusted to his girth. Then Sylvia just sat on top…with all of him in. “You know…I know?” she said.
He looked at her. KD knew exactly what she was saying. He pressed himself toward her pelvis and just slightly shook his head.
Sylvia’s phone began to ring.
She screwed down on him to compliment his pressure.
Still watching him.
The phone was in reach.
Celeste was in her Buckhead home.
The worst part of not having Kerry around anymore…was having to raise the kids without him.
They had nine month old twins, a five year old, and Kevon. She also had custody of Kerry’s daughter, who was conceived during an affair he had with Valerie just months after marrying Celeste.
Celeste was somewhat overwhelmed at home, even with a nanny’s assistance.
What really made Atlanta hard…was the fact that she knew Cortez was the man that did this horrible thing to her child.
Kevon, seven now…was confined to a wheelchair paralyzed from the neck down. The pain…the frustrations he’d endured…was because of Cortez(See HeatBlast#102). Celeste could not wait for the moment to get her chance at Cortez. If they confirmed his involvement…she would definitely get her chance to get even. But, for now…she was patience.
Sylvia answered the call. “Hello…”
“Hi…Sylvia. I hope this is not a bad time for you.” Celeste said.
Sylvia rocked back…still on top…still consuming his full erection. She took a quick…silent breath. “No…not at all,” she lied.
“Well, Steve called from, Translation. Armandale has two reps coming in and they want to meet with me and the distributor.” The kids were getting into something. “Hold on for second,” Celeste said. She lowered the phone. “Diamond, bring it over here.”
Diamond was Kerry and Valerie’s seven year old daughter.
“Sorry about that,” she said, putting the phone back to her mouth.
“Set the meeting and give me the details…I’ll be there.” Sylvia said, still getting her slow grind down on him, as she handled the call.
“Okay…it’ll probably be next week and the distributor needs to be there.” Celeste said.
Sylvia agreed to take care of it all. They ended the call and she began to stare at KD again.
“What?” he asked, feeling vulnerable under her watchful eye.
Sylvia could not believe…that’s how KD had been driving her up the wall…all this time.
She would expose his little secret…in time.
Celeste had just put down ‘phase one’ of the first aggressive move that her family had made, since Gino was released.
And Cortez’s Cartel…was in their sights.