“What the hell is going on?” I asked myself as I drove numbly through traffic following Steve to his house. Did he really move to Miami?
It had been a month since I last spoke with him and here he goes showing up at my school dropping this bomb on me. I can’t do this. I can’t take this. He said he needed some space so I left him alone. I’m so content being single that it was kind of a relief.
I really don’t need him in my life. I liked things better when he lived in New York and his trips to Miami were like adventures for both he and I. But now he’s saying he’s moved here.
~shaking head~
I don’t know how to take that. I don’t want him to be all up under me all the time, asking questions, expecting things from me. Damn…
I pull up to his building and park next to his car. He’s standing there in all his glory; nice fresh Jordans, pressed jeans and a black t-shirt with the word DANGER written across the front in orange letters.
“Damn he fine,” I mutter to myself as I walk up to him, smile a half smile and he turns to walk into the building.
We don’t say a word to each other as we ride up the elevator and exit on the 10th floor. We walk up to the front door and he turns to me.
“Use your key,” he says.
I reach into my purse and fish around for my keyring. I unlock the door and toss the keys on the small table near the entrance. I kick off my shoes like I used to do and plop down on the sofa, grabbing the remote and switching on the TV.
He soon joins me and I notice that his shirt is off now and he’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts and socks. He scoots closer to me and I scoot away from him.
I can feel his eyes piercing through me but I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking back. I mean, what does he think this is? I don’t even like him like that anymore.
“Look,” I tell him, my eyes glued to the television set. “I met someone else. He’s very nice and we’ve been hanging out for a month.”
Silence.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah and…I don’t know why you just up and moved down here like that Steve. We were cool and all but, it wasn’t that serious. I think you move too fast. I’m not ready for all of this…”
Silence.
The next moments fly by in a blur. In an instant I am overpowered by his touch.
His hands move quickly to draw me close to him. I feel his warmth, smell his strong scent, moan under the roughness of his hands gripping my waist and placing me on his lap, my face inches from his.
His eyes meet mine and we sit there for a brief second before my arms encircle his neck and my face is buried in his neck.
Damn..I missed him. I sigh, unable to release the words from my lips.
“I missed you too, Tee,” Steve whispers, gently kneading my back with his hands.
I can feel the heat rising in me as his lips then tongue tickle my neck. His kisses become more insistent, more urgent as though he’s trying to communicate with me through his touch.
My bra and blouse comes off in one easy swoop and his hands find their way to my heaving chest.
“Oh my gosh,” I whisper as he undresses me and pulls me to the floor.
I’m frozen in time, unable to even assist him by raising my hips or wiggling out of my jeans.
He dives right in, face first and I cringe at the thought that I have not taken a shower yet.
“I miss your smell,” he tells me. “I miss everything about you. You’re so beautiful.”
Yuhhhhhhhh….. My head is spinning, my eyes are in the back of my head, I can’t see anything but random bursts of light as his lips move inch by inch up my stomache to my neck.
Yuhhhhhhhhhhhh… I gasp.
I hear the crinkle of plastic and I see a shadow above me.
The tears start to flow as he slides gently inside of me. My legs grip his hips and we rock, we rock, we rock.
“Baby, open your eyes,” he whispers.
I shake myself and force my eyes open.
He’s staring at me so intently.
His movements become more aggressive now. I’m gasping at the amazement of the moment, while sweat glistens across his chest as he continues his fierce work out.
“There you go, Daddy,” I tease him, thrusting my hips forward.
“Oh yeah? You like that? Give it to me!” he commands.
“I got you, Daddy….”
“Tee…” he says.
Yuhhhhhh…HELP! I’m gonna explode.
“Tee!” he says again, grabbing me by the throat, not missing a beat in his saucy rythm. “This….Is……MY……P***Y! You heard me?”
Yuhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. HELP! I think I’m going to burst open!
“YOU HEARD ME?!”
Huhhhh??? HELP! Who am I?
Ahhhhh…
“Say it bitch!”
Ahhh….. ~gasping~
“I love you, Steve…”
“That’s right. That’s right. Take that,” he whispers in between strokes. “I’m here now. I ain’t going nowhere. You betta get used to it.”
HELP! God? Please? Help? Anna? Mama?
“Get used to it, bitch. Turn your ass over.”
Ahh…
Oooh…. I love him.