Spring was lowering her cell phone and didn't hear Troy's words because her focus was on Dezmond. "Hi."
"I couldn't get ahold of Fallon. I wanted to see you." Dez walked inside and closed then locked her bedroom door. "I hope it's alright, me stopping by unannounced. Summer let me in."
Spring could only nod.
"I didn't want you to go away without explaining to you the rules."
Dez came to a stop in front of her. She had to look up to meet his gaze. "The rules?"
"There are three." He lowered to his knees, placing his warm hands on her exposed thighs.
"Three?" Spring asked. Her pulse was in overdrive as Dez's hands slid under her short skirt and up the outside of her trembling thighs.
"The first," he said. His voice sounded thicker, deeper. "You will be careful and take care not to come to any harm while away." His fingers took hold of the thin hem on both sides of her panties and pulled until she rose a bit. He eased them down her legs and let her lift her feet out of them.
"Second?" her voice cracked.
"Second," Dez said as he spread her legs. "Remain confident. You are truly beautiful." He placed his palm on her chest, gently pushing her back. "And third," he whispered.
She felt his warm breath on her inner thigh as if he were just a few inches away from her...
"Don't let any other man touch what's mine."
He ran a finger over her clit just before he sucked the tiny nub into his mouth. Spring called to the heavens as her body shook with a sudden orgasm. Dez continued to suck and run his tongue through her folds but it was too much.
"Please, I...I..." she tried to sit up as she pulled at his shoulders. It was too much to bear.
"My woman, so sensitive, so wet," Dez said as he licked his lips and stood.
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