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“No. Every time we hang out, I’m always mad in the end. Everything is perfect and you do something that pisses me off.”
“You’re pissed at me because I didn’t spend the night, Shalene? I’d be irritated with your ass too, but I wouldn’t hold it against you. What are you really mad about?” I quizzed.
I halfway knew the answer, but wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. Shalene’s insecurities made a cameo every now and then. I didn’t bring it up because I knew it was a touchy subject. I thought so highly of Shalene, but had to remember she was in the middle of a self-healing journey. On top of seeing her ex-husband with another woman, she wasn’t comfortable in her own body.
“Nothing. Just go be with ol’ girl,” she said as she attempted to close the door.
Lightly pushing it back, I made my way inside and locked it behind me.
“Terrez—”
Her words were cut short when I went in for a kiss. With both hands gripping her face, I familiarized myself with her lips. I’d been wanting to do this shit since the first night I laid eyes on her. When she pressed her body against mine, I lost all control and reached for her waistline. My lips were still on hers when I started to tug her jeans down. Once they hit the floor, I slid my hands into her panties and grabbed a handful of her ass. Shalene’s skin was so damn soft and smelled like a mixture of cocoa butter and cotton candy. I trailed kisses down her neck and chest as I unbuttoned her shirt then undid her bra. When her titties were freed, I wasted no time licking and sucking each of them.
I was so into pleasing Shalene that I didn’t feel her unfastening my pants until her warm hand squeezed my dick.
“Shit,” I let out unwillingly.
Shalene took my hand in hers and led me to her bedroom, where I stripped out of everything.
“Come to the edge of the bed and get on all fours. I need to see that arch, baby,” I said as I slapped one of her ass cheeks.
Looking over at me with a smirk, she did as I asked and my dick got even harder. From how perfect her posture was, I knew Shalene would give me a run for my money. She may have her insecurities, but those wouldn’t exist in the bedroom. Baby was transitioning into her alter ego and I was all for that shit. I dropped to my knees, couldn’t help but start shit off by kissing her ass. Her body was shaking and her breathing got heavy when my tongue slid from her ass to the top of her pussy. I pressed firmly against her clit and used my lips to suck it light enough to fuck with her.
“Terrez, please.”
“Please what? Talk all that shit you be talkin’ any other time,” I said as I dove back in.
Moans mixed with inaudible words came from Shalene’s throat as I finally decided to bring her to bliss. I knew she was about to explode when she started to rock back and forth. With one last firm suck of her clit, her body shook and the familiar feeling of pulsing started. She was dripping wet when I pulled back. Her pussy was so fucking wet that wearing a condom was no longer a priority. Leaning over her, my dick damn near burst when it encountered her juices.
“Baby…can I please feel you? Skin to skin.”
When she looked at me with a worried expression, I kissed her to reassure her that everything was okay. I needed her to know I was nothing like that bitch ass nigga Brevin. I was the man she thought I was and that shit would never change.
“You trust me?”
Slowly, she nodded before mumbling the word, “Yes.”
With one last kiss, I sat up and lined myself with her opening. Just like I knew, her walls welcomed me in with little pushback. She was so snug that I had to pause a few times to keepmyself from being a minute man. Once all of me was inside, I gripped Shalene’s hips and created a rhythm that allowed me to appreciate and enjoy the pussy. That was the case until she started to fuck me back. She met my strokes with the right amount of force and tightened her muscles when the tip was the only part inside.
“Baby, you keep squeezing my dick like that, it’s gon’ make me bust,” I admitted with my head thrown back.
Instead of taking heed to what I said, Shalene deepened her arch and increased her pace. Saying fuck it, I gripped her hips tighter and stroked her with everything in me. This type of sex was different. Any time I was in some pussy, it always felt good, but the shit hit different when you cared for the person you were engaging with. Shalene was mine and I knew I didn’t have to worry about any other niggas in my shit. She wasn’t even that type of woman. Still stroking, I leaned over and reached for her bouncing titties. I caressed them as she turned her head to the side and kissed me. When she started sucking my tongue, I lost the war and came. Thankfully, Shalene was right behind me. Her walls pulsing around my dick damn near sent me into delusion.
That was the first of many rounds Shalene and I had for the night. For hours, we got to know each other’s bodies in the best way. Once the sex came to end, a bath together and a late-night snack shared between us kept the intimacy going. I was falling really hard for this woman and fast. I knew she felt the same way. I needed her to know if she fell just as hard, I’d be right there to catch her.
Chapter 9
Shalene
Slidingmy feet into my Crocs, I grabbed my keys and left my apartment. I was getting my baby back today and couldn’t wait to hug and love all over her. Surprisingly, Brevin allowed her to call me a few times over the days she’d been gone and it only made me miss her even more. The first day Amayah left, I thought I’d be walking around miserable. As the days went by, I realized the break was needed. Outside of Terrez bringing me to bliss time after time, I was able to relax and lounge around. I asked Pat if she wanted to go out for drinks, but she had pre-existing plans.
Once I was in my car, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of Brevin’s parents’ house. I was slightly irritated that I had to drive over thirty minutes to get there, but seeing my baby overshadowed that. When I finally arrived, I decided to park on the street so I wouldn’t block anyone in. I planned on running in and right back out, but didn’t want any inconveniences while inside. The front door was pulled open before I could reach the porch and Brevin’s mother greeted me.
“Hey, Shalene, how are you?” she asked with her arms outstretched.
“I’m good, Mrs. McGregor. How’ve you been?” I returned as I embraced her.
Aretha and I weren’t ever close, but over the years we’d developed a bond and mutual respect. I was happy things turned out like that. With Brevin and I now being divorced, breaking up with his family wouldn’t be so hard.
