Page 11 of Loving a Libra
“Fuck me and make me cum all over your dick?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
I grabbed my dick and entered her swiftly. Her body tensed momentarily but relaxed just as quickly. With the hard surface behind her, she had nowhere to run. Her only choice was to take this dick, and take this dick she did.
“Oh shit, Riq. This dick is—shit—it’s so good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
Her wish was my command. I loved a woman who wasn’t shy and didn’t mind demanding what she wanted or clarifying what she didn’t like. If it was good, I wanted to know. If I wasn’t deepenough, I wanted to know. If I was too deep, a nigga wanted to know. If my shit was wack, tell me that too.
“That’s how you want it?”
“Yes, please.”
I went into overdrive and hoped her back wasn’t bruised when we finished.
After the bestshower sex I’d ever had, we bathed and climbed into bed. The light from the television illuminated the room just enough for us to see each other. There was a lot we needed to discuss, and no time was better than the present.
“I’m moving out,” I told Tariq.
“Okay. Where to?”
“I spoke to a realtor this afternoon about buying a house.”
“Oh, really? How soon are you trying to make this happen?”
“I work the next three nights, which gives the realtor a few days to find some houses that meet my requirements.”
“When do you plan to tell Maurice?”
“I don’t plan to. He’ll get the picture when all my shit is gone.”
“Damn.”
“What? You said I could make a scene or walk away with my head held high. I’m choosing to do the latter.”
“It sounds like you got it all planned out, and I’ll help you any way I can. Do me a favor, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t forget about me.”
“I could never forget about you. In fact, maybe you should buy a house next door to mine.”
“You’re funny.”
“No, I’m serious. Then, when I’m having problems in my next relationship, I can come to you.”
“Nah, that won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because I refuse to sit back and watch you with another man when I’m the one you should be with.”
I laughed because Tariq couldn’t be serious. He and Maurice had been friends for almost fifteen years, and they owned a business together. Surely, Tariq wouldn’t let me come between their friendship, because if Maurice found out about us, it would be over.Besides, how would that make me look?
“Tariq, what we’re doing is for a good time, not a long time. I can’t?—”
“Nah, you got me fucked up.”
