It was early one morning, she called his phone. He was in the shower, washing our passion away, getting ready to head out to work. The night before was phenomenal. He always knew exactly how to satisfy me.
I looked at the number that came across the screen. It wasn’t saved.
Knowing my husband, I knew that he didn’t answer unknown numbers and just about everyone who called his phone was locked in, or so I thought.
I let the phone go to voicemail. It wasn’t his mother or his brother so I refused to answer. I got out of bed and went to throw on some sweats and a t-shirt so I could go downstairs and prepare breakfast for my family.
The phone rung again. This time around I ignored the call. It came right back through, so I decided to answer.
“Who’s this,” I asked.
“Well good morning to you too.” I heard the sarcasm in her voice. That pissed me completely the fuck off.
“Who is this?” I repeated my question and made sure she heard the exasperation in my voice.
“Look sweetie, let’s just cut to the chase, I’m looking for Jonathan. I wanted to do lunch today with him. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”
I hung up in her face.
I was frozen right where I stood. “Did this bitch really just tell me that she wants to do lunch with MY husband?” I had to be hearing things.
The phone rung again. “Hello?”
“Are you the wife? You are beautiful and you have an amazing husband. It took me forever to get through to him but once he opened up it was on from there, now we can’t stay away from each other. Oh and I adore how much he loves his daughters. He talks about them all the time. Its cute really,” she said a mouth full before I could say anything. “We should meet, get lunch one day. I feel its only fair I introduce myself to you since we are sharing a man.”
I heard the shower turn off.
“Listen to me, and listen really good bitch,” I said. “I’m not meeting with you for ANYTHING and make note that we are not sharing a man. If he have to cheat with you bitch you can have him. Funny you know what I look like and have heard about my children but he has NEVER mentioned you. Why would that be? Your number isn't even saved in his phone nor are you in his messages or his call log. If you call my husbands phone again I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and I will dismember you.” I hung up.
“Who’s that,” Jonathan made his way out of the bathroom right in time.
“The bitch that I am apparently supposed to be sharing you with.”
“What,” he giggled. That pissed me off more.
“Don't play fucking stupid Jonathan,” I yelled. “You know damn well what I'm talking about. Who is she and how long have you been fucking her?”
“Babe, I can explain.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I threw his phone at the wall, breaking it. “Pack a bag on your way out. I have to feed my kids before they leave for school.”
“So you just going to kick me out of my own house,” he asked.
“Oh I don’t have a problem taking my kids out of here and swiping your credit card for a hotel but my children don’t have anything to do with this so I’m not about to make them suffer because you decided to fuck up,” I told him. “How could you do this to us?”
He didn't say anything. His eyes dropped to the floor. I felt the tears running down my face. I didn’t need this. I didn’t deserve this. I gave him my life. Married him. Took vows with him. Gave him 5 beautiful children. I wasn’t perfect but I was the best wife I could be. I devoted everything to make sure that our life was everything. I was a stay at home wife yes, but he didn’t have to do anything but work. Not to mention, he himself said when I got pregnant with our first baby that he didn’t want me to work. Who was I to put up a fuss? Being a mom was a job in itself. I cleaned, fed the kids, made sure the bills were paid on time, even fed HIS dogs. I never imagined that he would do this to me. To us. To our family. I should have known better.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I went downstairs and started cooking breakfast. My oldest son came down behind me. I heard his footsteps. I wiped the tears from my face.
“You guys want ham or bacon,” I asked, trying to calm my voice.
“We don’t want breakfast. We want to know what’s going on.”
“It has nothing to with you or your siblings so stay out of it. I am only going to ask you once. Now do you want ham or bacon?”
Jonny took a deep breath and replied, “Ham.”
He turned to go upstairs. I turned around and watched him walk out the kitchen.
Jonathan made his way past Jonny. I swear they were identical twins. For me, naming my son after his father didn’t do him any good at the moment. I laughed.
“I don’t want to talk to you. Just go to work and find somewhere to go. I’ll figure out what to tell my children,” I said to him. I couldn’t stand to look at him. I couldn’t imagine why he would do something like this. He really was the perfect guy. “I’ll bring my babies to school you don’t have to.”
“Look, cook breakfast so we can eat. I’ll bring the kids to school. I already called off from work today. I wanted to spend the day with you but I see that’s not going to happen. We need to talk about this,” he said.
“I don’t want to talk to you about anything. What I want is for you to leave my house or I'll go. I can’t believe you did this. Why? Why would you do this?”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am,” he walked toward me with his hands up, reaching to grab me. I stepped back away from him, putting my hands up. I looked at him. I could see the hurt in his face.
How the fuck could HE be the hurt one?! He fucking cheated.
The tears were there again. I couldn’t control it. As fast as I wiped them away they were there.
“I fucked up I know I did, but I can’t loose you. Not now. Not like this. It was once. I only fucked her once. After that she wouldn’t stop calling. She wouldn’t stop texting.”
He was basically pleading with me. I just didn’t want to hear it. I waved him off. “Jonathan I don’t want to hear it. It should have NEVER happened. That’s what your missing.”
He came over to me and grabbed me. I tried to push him away but I couldn’t find the strength to fight him off. For some stupid reason, I instinctively gave in to him and sunk into his embrace.
“So what do we do about this?”
“We leave it alone and you leave. You had no problem showing her what I look like or talking to her about my children. You so comfortable with her so go be with her. I don’t deserve this. We took vows together. We have a family. We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together. But you had to step out. Why? How could yo….”
“Can we have this conversation when the kids aren’t home,” he interrupted me.
I pulled away from him. I could feel the tears on my face once again. I didn't have anything to say to him. Could barely stand to look at him.
The look on his face when he saw the tears on my face sent a chill down my spine. He knew he had hurt me. He knew there was nothing he could do to take it back. He knew he had fucked up big time. This was nothing flowers and a teddy bear could fix. This was nothing passionate love making would fix. This was going to be years and years of dedication and apology letters and random surprises and begging and pleading and so much more before I could even THINK about forgiving him. And even then, would I forgive him?
I cooked. We all sat in silence and ate breakfast. I could feel the tension in the room. After breakfast he left to bring the kids to school.
I went upstairs and took a shower so I could lie down. I had the worst headache. All I could think about was the day that we met.
It was a cold day out. Too cold to be at a football game, but I had to support my high school. One of my girls cheered so I had to support her. It was only right.
Jasmine was the athletic friend. She cheered throughout our high school days. Cheering did her body great. She had a lighter complexion, like mine. Most people thought we were sisters. She had a small gap in her teeth that looked really cute on her. It complemented her. At least that’s what I thought. She had short brown curly hair that she hated. Every chance she got she cut it.
There was four of us total. She was the quiet girl of the group. Shy if you must. But when it came down to it she still got her hands dirty when it came to her friends.
“It’s a lot of cute guys out tonight,” this is Terry. Now, Terry was cute but Terry was pure whore. I couldn’t understand how she could actually keep a boyfriend all the foul shit she did. She has had her fair share of boyfriends. She used them for about 4 months and then left them high and dry.
Terry was beautiful though. She had brown skin. Not too dark but not too light either. The girl was undeniable. And whatever she wanted she went after and she got it. She didn’t care what people thought about her. She did have her limits but other than that just about every guy she heard good things about she had to have a taste for herself. And guys drooled over her.
“Girl these guys not worth it,” Stephanie chimed in. Stephanie was another force to be reckoned with. Nobody could deny her either. She was gorgeous. Her hair was all natural and full. Big brown curls. Her eyes were green and she had a smile that could light up the room. Anyone who denied her we deemed a plum fool.
“I know y'all not scoping while Jasmine cheering. We here for her not y’all dick missions,” my smart ass had to chime in. I wasn’t interested in how many guys I could bag at events. I didn’t want nothing to do with nobody. I was there for my girl. And I kind of enjoyed watching the football games. I liked the aggression in the sport.
“Girl you better get you one. You be too pressed anyway,” Stephanie joked.
“Seriously. Jourdan you need to loosen up baby girl. Have some fun,” Terry was right.
I rolled my eyes at both of them. I wasn’t interested. I didn’t need to be with anybody. I was fine by myself.
We were all beautiful girls. And let’s be frank, gorgeous girl never hung together. But something was different with the four of us. We formed our alliance and we were truly a force to be reckoned with. Nobody dared to try or temp us. We were all protective over each other. Something like sisters. Hell more than sisters. Those girls meant the world to me.
* * * * *
Half time rolled around pretty quick. I was starving. The football players and cheer leaders made their way to the locker room. After that, Stephanie, Terry and I made our way to concessions.
I generally walked in front watching everything that went on. I was the cautious friend and at these games we had to stay on our toes. All too often the football games turned sour with school rivalry.
I kept my eyes moving but for some reason I didn’t see him coming at me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the crowd. I looked for my girls, they were right in tow.
That’s my bitches.
But where the fuck did he come from? They were clearly paying attention. ‘Cause I sure as hell wasn’t.
“How are you beautiful,” he asked me.
After making sure my girls were close I looked at him.
My god. Your even more gorgeous in person.
Jonathan FINALLY made his move on me.
What. The. Fuck. Took you so long..?!
I had been eyeing him for months. I had heard things about him but I wasn’t one to do any type of pursuing. I waited for him.
I glanced around one more time looking for my girls. They were caked up. Probably more in tune with the guys who were in front of their faces. I noticed we were all off to the side in a space where we were out of the crowd. Other than the 3 guys in our faces there were 4 other guys, standing in front watching the crowd. Looked like they were ready to “handle business” if anything popped off.
Jonathan grabbed my face. I looked up at him, “Its all good baby girl. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just like what I see.”
His eyes ran over my body as he took a step back. I mean, from what I’ve been told, I was the sexiest out of my girls. They even said themselves that I had the best body. I thought we were all sexy as fuck. But everybody seemed to think I was more than a ten.
“So, let me guess,” I said sarcastically, “you have to have the baddest bitch in school on your arm?”
“No,” he laughed. “Actually I’m interested in getting to know you for you. I would love to take you out some time. If that’s okay with you.”
For the first time I took a extra good look at him. I instantly got wet. He was fucking adorable. He looked even better up close.
Standing next to him I felt like a midget. He wasn’t even standing straight up. He was leaning against the wall and still towered over me. He had to be over 6 feet tall. His eyes were a beautiful hue of light brown but not hazel. His teeth were perfect which gave him the most dazzling smile. He kept a tapered fade, leaving enough on top so the world could see his natural curl pattern. But I couldn’t make it obvious that I wanted him. I didn’t want to date while I was in high school but I took a chance, I gave him my number.
He called me that same night. We talked all night, into the early morning. Made me happy I decided to take the chance.
Everyday since I met him introduced me to something new. After 6 months we were full on dating. We were the talk of the school. Stephanie, Jasmine, and Terry were even trying to figure out what he did to make me change my mind about “school dating.”
I had to admit that I couldn’t help myself. Even though sex wasn’t happening between us, which surprisingly he didn’t push me about.
I mean I didn’t know what to expect from him. I thought that his pretty boy exterior was going to control his interior but getting to know who he really was proved me wrong.
I heard a few girls say that he was stuck up and arrogant but I couldn't figure out why they would say that. He was so amazing through everything and he was there for me whenever I need him to be. I couldn’t ask for anything better than him. I was in love and for the first, and probably only time in my life, I had a high school love.
Everything else that came to follow only made me happier that I gave him my number.
* * * * *
Prom night. In the blink of an eye. By that night me and my girls had our dates picked out.
Of course it was only natural that I arrived with Jonathan. I mean he was my boyfriend after all. Somehow, Stephanie changed her ways and managed to bag Jonathan’s brother, David. Terry went with a guy named Sidney and Jasmine found a guy at another high school. His name was Blake. Blake was odd. I didn’t like nor trust him. I had to look out for my girl. Hopefully he was only a date.
My girls slept by my house the night before. Jasmine was the makeup artist out of the group. Stephanie had fragrance covered. I had hair. Terry was in charge of keeping time and making sure we were ready in a timely order, and answering phone calls and text messages. We had a system.
Between the 4 of us it took about 3 hours for us to get ready. Makeup took the longest while hair only took an hour. We all decided to go full on natural with our hair that night so it was a breeze. Before we could finish getting ready I heard the door bell.
“I got it,” I heard my mother yell up the stairs.
10 minutes later, she was busting into my room.
“I don’t know who y’all asses think y’all is but y’all need to get down here and get these lil boys out my house. I only know 1 of them and that wasn’t even by choice,” she spat and shot me a nasty look.
“Five minutes mama. Tops,” I said to her. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
She left out slamming my door. Within five minutes exactly, we went over our “night out” check list, made sure we had what we needed, double checked our appearances in the mirror and made our way downstairs.
We walked down in a single file line. Jasmine, Terry, Stephanie, and then me. I moved slow. I wasn’t used to the heels. Mine were comfortable but I wasn’t heel savvy. If I could have my way I would be wearing Nikes to prom but Jasmine would never settle for that. We all wore fitted dresses, mine being the most fitted. It hugged my curves like it wanted to be permanently attached to my skin. I felt sexy that night. Seeing Jonathan’s face when he saw me only made me feel more sexy. I blushed. Felt my ears get hot and my cheeks turn rosy. If it wasn’t for the makeup I probably would’ve looked like a red hot. I made my way to my date.
“Fuck prom,” he whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Lets just go to the hotel.”
“Okay,” my mom yelled. “Take this damn picture and get out my house.”
We all posed. I turned my back to Jonathan and leaned back against him. He moved back a bit. I guess my appearance did a number on his member. I giggled. Turned a different way so I wouldn’t make him uncomfortable.
We took our picture and headed out. My mother yelled out behind us not to get pregnant, she wasn’t ready to be a grandma. Little did any of us know, that night held a lot for us to brag about for years to come. It was an experience to remember.
I kept myself glued to my man that night. I had the hottest boy in school on my team and I was going to make that known to the world.
In the limo his hands stayed attached to me. His attention all mine. He kept a smile on my face and I kept a smile on his.
“What are you wearing tonight,” I asked him.
His cologne. His cologne made my mouth water. He smelled so amazing.
“Polo Black. My father’s favorite scent. Decided to try it out tonight,” he replied, his eyes still inspecting my pulsating body. He damn sure was sizing me up. I was sizing him up as well. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to jump all over him.
“It smells amazing on you,” I whispered in his ear, flickering his ear lobe with my tongue.
“Don’t do that,” he laughed. “We gone miss prom.”
“So, Jourdan,” I heard Stephanie. “You the drinker. You hitting a shot?”
Might as well bitch. Have fun! You worked hard this year.
“Of course I am,” I replied, forcing myself away from my date. His eyes never left me.
Jasmine passed around the shot glasses and Blake poured up everyone’s shot. By the time we made it to prom we had taken 4 or 5 shots. Jonathan kept a watchful eye on me. He kept his drinks at a minimum.
We arrived right on time, took pictures and then made our way to the dance floor.
It was routine that me and my girls shared a dance. We broke away from our dates and found ourselves a spot right in the middle and shared a dance. Bobbing and weaving with the crowd. Dancing against each other. All the works.
Before long I felt Jonathan against my back, smelled his cologne. I turned to face him, only to catch a glance of his face before he turned me back around. I caught the hint.
I started moving my waist, pressing back against him until I felt his growing friend. That made me wet. Made me want to fuck him right there on the dance floor. I bent forward shaking my ass against his cock, wanting to feel him inside me. Wanting him to know how badly I wanted him. I had been wanting him for months. Just had to remain the good girl he thought me out to be. That took a hell of a lot of effort and masturbating. I even found myself day dreaming about him occasionally.
What I felt and the things that I heard were totally different. The bitches that talked shit must have just gotten their feelings hurt or something. What I felt for him made my heart skip a beat. Made me nervous.
I hope I can hang.
That was all I could think to myself. He was packing. I stood straight up against him trying to regain my strength and not show him how horny I was.
It had been a while for me. I didn’t live on sex like my friends did. I mean it was good to have but I wasn’t about to open my legs to any and everybody. That just wasn’t my style.
I was more than ready for prom to be over. We shared a slow dance. He was light on his feet. I kept myself pressed against him. Giving him sign after sign that I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around me, keeping me pressed close against his body.
His cologne was still strong, still filling my nose. I had fun. I couldn’t deny that but what came after, that was heaven on earth.
Once we got to the hotel, it was on. They got a suite for the night, four rooms. He and I ended up with the biggest room. I didn’t ask any questions. Really didn’t care to have any answered. I just wanted him naked. I noticed my duffle bag in the corner. I went for it.
I wanted to freshen up and clean my face. Get rid of the makeup. I had taken a shower before prom but I at least wanted to wipe down a little, I guess he didn’t care.
“Where you going,” he asked, grabbing my hand. He pulled me against his chest grabbing my ass. He kissed me. Lipstick and all. It was a stain lipstick so I knew it wouldn’t smudge but he didn’t seem to care anyway.
With one hand still on my ass, his other slid up my back pulling at the zipper on my dress. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders to his massive chest. I started pulling at his buttons. He grabbed my face kissing me harder.
Something about that kiss sent me over the edge. Made me tremble in my shoes. I felt my knees quiver. If it wasn’t for his arm still wrapped around my body I would have hit the floor.
I was soaking wet. Ready for him to explore the inside of me. I wanted to pull away from him but I couldn’t. His level of passion was heightened that night. I saw it all in that kiss.
I forced myself off of him. I had to. I needed to regain some type of control for a second. I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp at the top of my dress.
“No,” he said, stepping back into my space. “Let me.”
He pulled my dress down over my arms exposing the lingerie I had on underneath. I wore it just for him. I actually hated wearing lingerie but I wanted to impress him so I got extra sexy just for tonight.
“Damn.” His eyes explored my body again. I smiled.
He pushed my dress down over my hips to the floor, grabbed me by my thighs and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his face slipping my tongue into his mouth. He carried me over to the bed, kicked his shoes off and climbed in laying me atop the pillow top comforter right below the oversized feather pillows. He held himself up over me looking me in my eyes.
“What’s wrong,” I asked him. My hands still exploring his body. I could feel how ripped he was through his clothes. His arms, his chest, his stomach. My hands found way to his belt and I started undoing it.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I smiled. Blushed. Didn’t know what to respond to him. He kissed me. His lips tasted good. I just couldn’t wait to have him deep inside me. I wanted to come all over him. I had been waiting for this for six months.
I looked over at the clock that sat on the nightstand. He glanced over too.
“What,” he whispered, kissing my neck. That gave me goose bumps.
The clock flipped from 11:59 p.m. to 12:00 a.m. on the dot. “Its officially been 6 months since we met,” I looked up at him.
He glanced back at the clock, giggled. “So it has.”
He kneeled over me, ripping his shirt open popping the remaining fastened buttons off, then ripped off the fragile wife beater he had on. I wanted it bad. I knew he wanted it just as bad as I did.
I sat up in front of him. I removed the clip that held my hair in place, letting my curls drape down my back and over my shoulders. I undid my bra. The clasp on the front made it easy and the fact that it was strapless gave me easier access to pull it off and throw it to the floor. I was happy to be relieved of that. I lay back against the bed.
He kissed my neck, making his way down to my throbbing breasts. His lips met with my hardened nipples and he went to work. Suckling and nibbling. He had me so wet. Low, muffled moans left my lips. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I couldn’t hold back my satisfaction. I longed for him to know what I felt like, longed to know what he felt like. I never wanted anybody as much as I wanted him.
He made his way down. Moving slow, cautious like. Made me think he was nervous. I had to admit, I was a lot more nervous than he was, if he was in fact nervous.
He bit at my waist, sending a surge through my body. I trembled.
“Stop teasing me,” I hissed. “I’m already wet.”
He laughed. Pulled at my underwear. I lifted my hips so he could glide them off easier. I reached to pull off my heels.
“Keep them on,” he said, grabbing my hands.
He got up off the bed and went to the corner of the room where our bags sat. He went in his bag, quickly. Grabbed a box and then came back to bed, pulling his pants off as he did. He moved fast in that one moment.
“What’s that,” I asked, trying to view what he held.
“Condoms,” he replied. I swear he was in my head. “Any other questions,” he asked sarcastically.
He climbed back over me, looking me in my eyes like he was about to devour his last meal. He bit my bottom lip, then slid his tongue into my mouth. Kissed me passionately.
He reached for the box, opened it and pulled a condom out, ripped it open and rolled it on.
“You sure you ready,” he asked. I looked at him confused.
“If I wasn’t ready I wouldn’t be here,” I replied.
“I just want you to be fully comfortable with this. You’re the first girl to ever make me wait this long.”
“What’s the longest you ever had to wait,” I was curious.
“2 weeks,” he said. Like it was nothing. Like it was normal even.
2 weeks? Were bitches really that desperate?
“And I’m the longest you ever had to wait,” I had to double check. Just a follow-up question. And my last question. I was ready to get down to business.
“Yes, you are. And this is one reason I respect you so much. Anything else?”
“Nope. Nothing else.”
He laughed. I laughed. He kissed me.
Reaching down he grabbed his dick and put himself right at my opening. He paused.
I pulled him closer to me, kissing him harder. He pushed himself in, just the head. I jumped. Caught my breath in my throat, clasped my eyes shut as the pain sent a surge up my back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling back.
“Don’t be,” I replied, looking at him.
“We don’t have to tonight if you don’t want to,” he pulled completely away from me.
“No,” I said. “I want to. It’s just been a while. Just move slow.”
He giggled, “I don’t know how to make love. I’ve only ever fucked bitches.”
“Yea, well tonight is the night you learn. I’m not them other bitches you ‘fucked.’” I couldn’t be any more blunt than that.
“Tonight I learn,” he replied, mockingly.
He tried it again. Put his enlarged member at my opening and pushed in a little. I dug my fingers into his back. He groaned. Pulled back a little, then pushed in more. I moaned. LOUDLY! He felt so good and he wasn’t even fully inside.
He pulled back, pushed in more. Again and again until he was completely buried inside me. Then, for the first time in OUR lives, we made love.
I felt the passion in his strokes. Once I was comfortable enough, I moved with him.
I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was literally floating. Every inch of him was deep inside me. All the background noise was gone. All I could hear, all I could feel was him and I. The heat between our bodies the only thing keeping me grounded. Physically at least.
“Fuck,” he yelled. He pushed himself up over me and picked up the pace.
“Don’t,” I said, pulling him back to me. I caressed his back. Ran my fingertips along his collarbone. He rested on his forearm, running his fingers through my hair. “Stay where you are,” I whispered. “Just relax. You don’t have to rush it.”
He looked at me, nodded, “Okay,” he whispered, fighting to catch his breath. “You really are different.”
“So are you baby,” I replied. He stroked, I moaned, laughed.
He was different. I wanted to know that sentimental part of him.
He kissed me, stroking. He felt too good. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I actually had somebody making love to me. I didn’t want to let him go. I buried my face in his neck. Inhaled his cologne. He still smelled good. I tried to control myself but I couldn’t hold it back. I came over and over again. With no breaks in between.
He continued to stroke. I didn’t say anything. I felt my breath stop. My heart raced. I felt sweat building up on my forehead. My toes curls. I dug my nails into his back, he trembled, I trembled. I shut my eyes, he buried his face in my neck, I pressed my lips against his skin, before I knew it I was biting him. My body shook as I tightened my legs around his waist locking my feet behind his back. He kept stroking. I orgasmed. Hard. Harder than I ever had. I couldn’t contain myself. I scratched his back. He grabbed fists full of the sheets. I let my moans out, not caring how loud I was or who may have heard. I tightened my arms around his neck as I continued to shake. He wrapped one of his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him, gaining leverage to be right where he needed me to be. He kept stroking. I was still shaking but he didn’t stop.
“Fuck baby,” he whispered. “FUCK!” He yelled, squeezed my ass. I could feel him trembling as he erupted into the condom. He rested right on top of me. More so collapsed. Could barely hold himself up.
I relaxed onto the bed, he pulled out and rested his head on my chest, still fighting to catch his breath. I ran my fingers through his hair. Trying my hardest to get my own breathing under control.
I was still shaking and shuddering. I felt his body relax more on top of me and he instantly became heavy but I didn’t mind it. He felt good on top of me. I could tell from his breathing that he was falling asleep.
I lay there staring at him. In that moment, I felt myself falling for him more. I wondered why he stayed single but then again he kind of did mention that I was one of the only girls he respected.
Do girls really grovel for him like that? Who could really be that desperate?
I was deep in thought about a lot of shit. I had been with guys before but never on the level he brought me to. My orgasm was even different with him. I enjoyed him. Made me wonder how much, or if, he enjoyed me the same.
I felt my eyes flutter shut. I was drifting off to sleep. Then I felt him moving around the room. I hadn’t even felt him get up.
He disappeared behind one of the doors, which I assumed was a bathroom and I assumed right. I heard the bath tub running water and filling up. Then I heard the toilet flush. Followed by him coming out of the bathroom. I watched his every move. He looked even more amazing naked. I wanted to feel him inside me again but the traces of our first round still remained.
He went into his duffle and pulled out 2 shirts and a pair of sweats. Then he came over to the bed, sat on the end and proceeded to pull my shoes off my feet and started massaging them. I guess he thought I was still asleep.
“Let's go take a bath,” I heard him say, still squeezing and massaging my feet.
“I don’t want to move,” I whispered. He laughed.
He crawled up the bed and lay behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his face into my hair. I relaxed into his embrace. He felt too good. I closed my eyes.
“We go take a bath we can relax better,” he whispered.
It was then I noticed we weren’t even under the covers. He had found a blanket and lay over me.
How long was I asleep?
We lay there a few more minutes before he jumped out of bed and went to turn the water off. He came back to the bed and scooped me up, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing.
“I do know how to walk,” I said to him.
He laughed. Stopped at the bathroom door and put me on my feet. He still held me around my waist with one hand.
I stumbled a little. Even though I prepared myself to stand I guess I wasn’t fully capable of standing myself. I stumbled back against his chest.
I still felt him inside me. Only now, I could feel my thighs burning and I had no clue why. I had never felt like this before.
Am I sore from sex? I questioned myself. He picked me back up.
He walked over to the bath tub and stepped in, placing me in his lap.
I grabbed one of the small towels off the side of the tub and proceeded to squeezing water over our bodies. The water felt great. Wasn’t too hot but wasn’t too cold either.
“So, I have a question,” he said, hesitantly.
“What made you give me your number,” he asked.
“I’ve wanted you to approach me since the day I laid eyes on you. I was going to approach you I just refused to. Always had a thing against dating in school,” I replied.
I couldn’t tell this man that I had been DYING to jump his bones. Couldn't tell him that prior to his asking for my number I had dreamed about fucking him. Couldn't tell him how many times I had undressed him with my eyes.
“I can’t deny that I’ve wanted you too. Just didn’t know how to approach you,” he said.
That made my heart flutter. Even after 6 months I couldn’t believe that I had the pleasure of saying I knew this man let alone was dating him. I just knew that we were made for each other.