Succulent (Chocolate Flava 2)

“She told me that she couldn’t see herself with me for the rest of her life.”

“Damn, did she tell you why?”

“Yes. She was in love with another guy.”

“Ouch!”

“Yeah, and she told me this after four years and a marriage proposal.”

“Damn, she did you wrong. No wonder you’re still single.”

He laughed. “There have been some after her, so I’m not scarred or anything like that.”

“That’s good to know.”

“So, have you ever been engaged or close?”

“I had a situation similar to yours. I was involved with a guy. I loved him, thought it was returned.”

“What happened?”

“We weren’t engaged or anything, but it was still serious, ya know.”

“Theresa, what happened?”

Tears fell from my eyes as I relived one of the most humiliating moments, if not the most, of my life. “I went to his apartment. I let myself in because I had a key. Why would he give me a key if we weren’t serious? Anyway, I go in and they were right there on the living room floor. It was like they couldn’t hold their passion for each other until they got to the bedroom.”

“He was a dumb ass. Did you know the girl?”

“No, thankfully I didn’t know her.”

Rather than say anything else, Tony enveloped me in his strong arms. I needed to be held, and he obliged. Our relationship grew stronger that night.

Tony spoiled me. Each time I came home, delectable smells would be coming from the kitchen. I enjoyed spicy foods, but Tony showed me what spices were all about. We would sometimes prepare meals together. He showed me how to make the most delicious jambalaya and gumbo. Over dinner we would discuss work. He loved his job and always had a story about one or more of his students. We would talk for hours about our days and the plans we had for the next day. Most nights, after we would part ways to go to bed, Tony would remain on my mind.

One night, I found myself unable to sleep until I pleasured myself. I closed my eyes and touched myself, imagining it was Tony’s tongue circling my breasts, then going lower until he reached the juncture of my thighs. He would use his tongue to bring me to a climax so great I would forget every other man I’d ever been with. Then would come the main course: his dick. He would enter my body with one thrust. Soon we would join a rhythm that was old as time. And just as I was about to cum…

“Theresa, are you alright?”

I struggled to regain normal breathing patterns before I replied, “Yeah, I’m okay, Tony.”

“Can I come in?”

“Umm…hold on for a minute.” I pulled myself together as best I could. “Yes, you can come in now.” He opened my door and was wearing boxers and a wifebeater. I had only one thought: Beat me, baby!

He laughed and asked, “What was that?”

Shit! I’d said that aloud. “Nothing.”

He smiled and I was glad I was sitting down because I became weak in the knees. He gazed at me with those sexy bedroom eyes. “Theresa.”

The way my name rolled off his accented tongue made my legs spread by their own accord. “Yes?”

“Remember when you told me to come to your room if I needed anything?”

“Yes.”

“I need something.”