Sanctuary Ch. 02

"My sex life is none of your business." I stated calmly even though on the inside I was mad as hell.

All I wanted was for my sex life to be her business but she wasn't trying to have it. Still she seemed mad that I was getting it from anywhere. I couldn't quite understand why she was so put out by my relationship with Rafiki. It had in fact been Rafi who introduced us so it wasn't like I sprang him on h er out of nowhere. I mean sure I was jealous of her girlfriend and even trying to oust the woman to get what I wanted but it wasn't because I didn't want Zahriah to be with anyone. Hell if she would have me I'd gladly play the role of the other woman.

I wasn't mad that Ayana existed I was mad that even in her absence it was like she was right there standing between us. Zahriah seemed not only mad at Rafi for existing in my life but also resentful as hell that I went home and slept in his arms every night.

I had long since made it clear that she have me physically so him standing in the way on that front wasn't even a problem which is why I couldn't understand her hostility. It didn't even occur to me that she had "caught feelings" for me. I wasn't accustomed to being with a woman and I didn't fully realize that linking myself to her in an emotional way could be far stronger than any sexual pull would ever be.

""No, your right Raissa it's not."

With that she turned away and walked deeper into her house. A moment later I heard a door close. I saw myself out slamming the door a little bit harder than necessary. Walking outside I hailed a taxi and as it pulled away from the curb all I wanted to do was cry. I hated fighting and having contention between us but more than that I hated when she walked away and shut me out.

By the time I got home I had dried my tears and rubbed some lotion on my face to erase the evidence of tears. As I rode the elevator up to my apartment I slipped easily into back into the role of the loving committed fiancé Rafi thought me to be. Unlike with him I couldn't put Zahriah out of my mind for minutes at a time let alone hours but I could easily play the part of the woman he had come to know. Wasn't every move I made just me playing a part anyway?

"Hey baby." Rafi swept me into his strong dark arms and kissed me deeply after greeting me verbally.

I returned his senseous kiss, and answered with a dazed hey of my own when he pulled his lips from mine.

My body responded to his touch and his kiss, I had entered the house in a state of arousal and him holding me and kissing me like that had me ready to strip of my clothes and fuck the hell out of him right there in the front entrance. I wanted badly to jump his sexy bones but I knew he would know something was up if I started acting like I was a damn freak or something. I wasn't conservative by any means but I had also never fucked him on the marble floor of our foyer. I pulled away from him and smiled like everything in my world was peaches and cream. I stripped of my winter coat and hung it in the closet before turning to face him again.

"I'm going to take a bath." I let him know as I walked into the bedroom and on thru to the master bath.

I had started unbuttoning my blouse right in the front hall and made sure he caught an eyeful of my ample cleavage. I ran a steaming hot bath sweetened with the scent of concentrated rose oil and sweet smelling soap. By the time I got out of the tub and let the water flow down the drain I knew he would be ready. Just as I predicted he was ready and waiting in the bedroom when I came out wrapped in nothing but a plush baby pink towel.

He was siting on the bed buck naked in all his beautiful glory, running his hand up and down the shaft of his long thick penis. I stood there watching him for a moment, he knew I loved to watch him pleasuring himself he also knew it would only be a few minutes before I joined in. Just watching him handle his erection had me getting wet as bat-winged butterflies filled my stomach. I dropped my towel right where I stood and pinched my nipples while I watched him watch me. I was teasing him knowing he liked to watch just as much if not more than I did.

Taking my left hand I lifted my right breast to my lips and flicked my tongue over my own hard dark brown nipple. He moaned as I teased myself. I switched from one breast to the other getting excited by my own damn self. After a few moments I went back to pinching my now wet nipples with my right hand while I slipped my left hand between my thighs. I could feel the silky wetness of my arousal at the entrance of my pussy. I spread the wetness between my lips and over my hard clit. I was so into it I closed my eyes and didn't even realized he had moved until he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed he had so recently vacated.

He knelt over me looking into my eyes as if he could see my soul in their depths, a moment later he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. He kissed my lips pushing his tongue into my mouth and then sucking my bottom lip. I could have skipped the foreplay and got right to the main event but he took me slowly. He kissed my neck flicking his tongue over my collarbone as he ran his strong tapered fingers over the expanse of my smooth brown skin. He touched me everywhere first with his fingers and then with his lips. I was almost in tears by the time I felt his warm wet tongue sliding between the folds of my throbbing pussy.

He licked sucked and tasted every place he knew would make me moan, he took me over the edge twice before he eased up my body and hovered over me like he was about to start doing push ups. I knew he liked to take me like this, he would spread my thighs and push my knees up by my shoulders so he could hit it deep and hard. At the start of our realtionship I had hated this position because with his size and girth it was just to much and instead of being pleasurable it was just down right uncomfortable. Over the years I had gotten used to his size and he always made sure I was turned on and wet and open for him.

Still this wasn't my favorite position, it wasn't entirely uncomfortable any more and once he got going I could flow with it but tonight I wanted him to hit it from the back. Pressing my hand against his chest I pushed him slightly. Without even having to ask he rolled off of me. He lay flat on his back probably assuming that I wanted to be on top so I could ride him. It was tempting with him laying there all sweat slicked and ready but I still wanted what I wanted. Instead of mounting him I sat up and got off the bed. I knelt on the large soft area rug that covered the floor surrounding our bed and the space underneath.

Resting most of my weight on my elbows I dipped my back low and pushed my ass higher into the air. Looking at him I licked my lips then pulled the bottom one between my teeth and held it there. He didn't need to be asked to kneel behind me and grasp hold of my full hips and slide his long thick shaft between the wet waiting lips of my pussy. He penetrated me slowly letting me feel every inch of him. I moaned as he stretched me and filled me to capacity. I tightened my muscles wanting to show him how much I wanted him. He slid out slowly until the head of his penis was the only thing left inside of me then he stroked back in just as slowly.

Now I love a slow smooth ass fuck but right now I wanted it hard fast and rough. Resting my hands on the floor I pushed back hard and fast forcing him to pick up his slow steady rhythm. He caught my more than hint and started hitting that shit hard and fast. We were moving to a passion and a beat that was primal and I still wanted more I pushed back against him grinding my ass in a circle letting him hit every spot that would drive me crazy. When I squeezed my inner muscles tight around him he called out my name and moved even faster. Bracing myself on my right hand I slid my left hand between my thighs and stroked my clit hard and fast. He took me over the edge then followed before we both collapsed wet with sweat and spent on the rug. He lay ontop of me for a while before he stood and helped me to my feet. I wanted to take a shower and eat a little something before I settled down for the night but all Rafi wanted to do was pull me onto the bed and start all over again. He could go two or three rounds once I got him good and revved up and for that I wasn't even a little mad at him.

He kissed my lips and slid into me slow and easy while he took me the way he liked best. This time I was ready to be penetrated hard and extra deep. I raised my legs and spread them wide. He held them in his strong hands and worked his shaft hard fast and deep inside of me. I was so sensitive and ready that it only took a few strokes to have me moaning his name and calling him daddy. We fell asleep after that buck naked with our limbs and breath entangled.

When I woke early the next morning I knew I was smiling and glowing from all that good lovin that I'd had. All I could do all while I showered and dressed was smile and be happy that my man could put it down like a king in the bedroom. I dressed in a tight fitting black sweater and some black pants that hugged all my curves. When I got to my studio I would strip down and put on my make shift smock over my expensive lingerie . The smock was an oversized shirt that hung to my thighs and had once been my lover's. There were splotches of paint every where on it and no matter how much I lovingly washed it, the shirt always seemed in need of care.

I had long since finished my sculpture of the woman, I had started the morning after I met Zahriah. She had been my unknowing inspiration and I couldn't shake her from the walls of my imagination. The woman looked so much like the object of my affections it would be unfair to say it wasn't her. She was sitting there naked with her arms and legs crossed, and a turban wrapped tightly around her long locs. Some of the locs fell loose and showed. On her lips sat a mysterious smile and her eyes seemed to laugh at you because the ends were slightly upturned.

It was my best work ever and I hadn't showed it to a soul. No one would be able to deny the beauty of what she had inspired. It had been cast and the glossed all in a deep dark obsidian. I couldn't help but stare at it with pride. That's how Zahriah found me. Half dressed and full of pride. When she knocked on the door I knew it couldn't be anyone but her. She was the only one welcome in my studio. Usually I kept the statue cloaked and only uncovered it when I needed to think.

Staring into her face helped me sort my thoughts out. This time though I had sparked a J and was sitting on my old couch touching myself while I thought about last night. I had left her uncovered and was staring straight into her eyes proud as hell of my creation. She was so perfect yet not as exquisitely designed as the woman she was fashioned after.

When she knocked on the door I was to disconnected to remember to recover the statue. She had wondered many times what I kept so tightly under wraps but I still hadn't given her so much as a hint. Now here it was out in the open. She stared at it when I came in then looked at me. I was standing there with my shirt unbuttoned and my hair in disarray.

She looked at the statue for long moments of silence and then suddenly stepped closer to me. Her kiss was so sudden I didn't even see her move. She just pulled my head close to hers and then touched her warm lips to mine. I was so shocked I almost didn't respond. Then I did, pulling her closer to me flicked my tongue against her lips. She part her lips and let her tongue touch mine. My body felt like it was about to catch fire. I wanted her to touch me and lick me all over. The thought of her straight white teeth sinking gently into my flesh while as she licked and bit me made me moan. She pulled away then and did the worse thing in the world.

"I'm sorry." She had apologized for kissing me!

I couldn't even believe this shit. I swear fore God I couldn't. I just turned away from her and wandered into my old bedroom. There were tears in my eyes but I didn't even know I was crying until she told me to stop. She grabbed arm turned me toward her.

"Stop crying Raissa , please stop.'

She was pleading with me like she couldn't stand to see my tears. She pulled me closer as she cupped my face in her hands and once again her lips parted as she kissed me hard and deep. I knew I wouldn't have her tonight but at least something had finally happened. Now I felt like something was about to jump off. I couldn't wait. I should have showed her the statue months ago. I was right she didn't give herself to me but she did kiss me one last time.

She held me close then we left to go to a little deli that I knew of. They had the best subs in the world. We drank and ate and got intoxicated on each other. When I left her that night I was smiling like I was just as satisfied with her time as I was with the night of passion Rafi had given me.

My fiancé wasn't waiting for me on this night when I felt I needed relief the most. He was off somewhere doing business no doubt. Or maybe he was cheating on me like I was cheating on him. I found myself distrusting him and whereabouts because I was being dishonest with him and myself.

As long as it wasn't physical I could cop out of my cheating and lie to him and myself for just a little longer. Today had shot that myth out of my mind. I had kissed another person, my lips had been shared and soon my body would be too. It was with a woman to boot. If someone had told me a week before I meet Zahriah that I would be necking with her in my studio more half a year later I would have laughed and told them to stop playing. But this here wasn't no game and things had suddenly gotten crucial as hell.

Much later in the evening I sat eating a sandwich lonely and dissatified. I wasn't wishing for my strong dark man who still wasn't home. I was thinking of a tall dark woman with long locs that fell to the middle of her back. I picked up the phone and dialed her number but dropped it back into the reciever with disgust when a light sweet voice that could never be Zahriah's spoke into the phone.

I guess her little high yellow bitch was back. I hated myself for thinking that thought, but I hated Ayana's presence even more. I wondered if she had kissed her lips before she came in kissed mine. Or (this thought made me smile) Maybe she had gone home from kissing me and then went home and brushed her lovers mouth with the taste of my kiss still resting on her lips.

I moved from the kitchen after dumping my picked over food and washing the plate before heading into the living room. For the first time I opened my mind and seriously contemplated my situation. I soon grew frustrated with the little progress that I'd made in answering my question. Once again pushed the issue from my mind and just lived each moment for itself.

Rafi didn't come in until many hours later, by that time I had stripped and settled between the cool sheets. I was only half awake and only managed to murmur "hey baby" by way of greeting. I felt his lips brush my forehead and would have fallen asleep if I hadn't caught a clear whiff of some bitch's perfume. I knew when he hosted events at the gallery women sometimes hugged him and left behind their scent but there hadn't been any damn gallery event.

There hadn't been any event at all gallery or otherwise that she knew about. In fact he had told her this morning that he was going to meet his accountant for dinner and discuss his growing stock portfolio. He had an artsy soul but an intellectual mind. He worked for his money then made it work for him.

I knew our accountant seeing as he worked for both of us. Unless I had missed some serious changes I knew our old wrinkled accountant hadn't started wearing drugstore perfume and smelling like cheap wine. I sat up and turned on the light in one swift motion. I stared at him like I was searching from something out of the ordinary but now he was stripping and tossing his clothes rapidly into his personal hamper. By morning they would reabsorb his strong cologne and it was to obvious to pick them up and sniff them now. After all I had been almost asleep and I could have imagined it. Then he slid his dark naked body next to mine and kissed me before laying down and turning his back to me. I lay down thinking I was just paranoid but worried nonetheless.

The next few days I watched Rafi closely he didn't seem to be hiding anything but then again he could just be a sneaky ass. I forgot about what I thought I smelled and just chalked it up to a guilty conciense. I still went to the studio and worked then I cut out after a few hours to sneak out and see Zahriah. I guess I was the sneaky ass.

Anyway we met at restaurants that week because her main squeeze was holing up in the apartment. I thought it was so unfair I wanted to go somewhere quiet and have her all to myself but there was no where or at least I thought not. It wasn't until the fourth day of Ayana's return that I considered the studio. I know some would think the idea should have dawned on me immediately but it was that foreign it took days for it to even form in my thoughts.

When Zariah called me at the studio that morning and asked me where I wanted to meet. The word

"Right here." popped out of my mouth. I hadn't thought about it but then there it was. She came up into the studio bearing a bag of barbeque take out from the best barbeque pit in the burrough. She had brought paper plates, plastic utensils and a six pack of beer. She had even carried with her a single garbage bag and some napkins for easy clean up. I took the bag and unpacked the food suddenly ravenous. She laughed as I ate and drank heartily. She was no slouch though she had consumed three beers and countless ribs and spoons of cole slaw along with slabs of sauce soaked white bread.

We cleaned up later easily tossing the empty containers and used plates into the trash bag she'd thought to bring. I tied the bag and set it by the door so I could take it out as we left. I was wearing my makeshift smock again and once again I had left it open. It was cool in the studio so my hard nipples strained against the black lace of my bra. I had opened my shirt as I sweated and painted this morning. I had been in a frenzy to work out some of the stress and tension I was feeling. Now I was just sitting and there were goose bumps on by bare legs and chest. She stared at my breasts and licked her lips before meeting my eyes again.

"You should get dressed, you're gonna catch cold."

Her eyes were all over me again and I couldn't help but laugh. I stretched my arms over my head and stared at her. Her eyes wandered downward and took in my voluptuous frame.

"Why don't you warm me up Riah."

I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head to the side like I had an attitude. She laughed and looked away. By the time she turned back I had let my long untouched curls drift down my back. I usually pinned my hair up and kept it like that so I cold paint without getting it in my hair. Sometimes I wore it down but never as untamed as it was now falling in unbridled waves past my shoulders and touching the top of my breasts. I had also let the shirt slip off my shoulders and rest on my upper arms. I smiled as she stared at me all over again. Then as she watched I propped one foot on the sofa between us and the other still rested on the floor. I had on a pair of french cut lace panties that left nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were resting on the place between my thighs.

While she watched I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and showed her my almost naked wet pussy. I thought I heard her moan as my fingers parted my slightly damp lips. I let my fingers drift in small circles over the tip of my clit then I pushed my middle and ring finger deep inside myself. They slipped out wet and shiny and made me moan when the grazed my clit. The whole time I was touching myself I was looking into her wide hazel eyes.