Succulent (Chocolate Flava 2)

Now I felt a hot anger beginning to burn inside me. I felt sick to death of men treating me like a mindless possession.

I glared at him as I yanked the scarf off my neck and took off my dress. I kicked off my heels.

Hamilton’s eyes narrowed as they drifted over the angry bruises all over my body. This was the first time that I had allowed Hamilton to see what Justin did to me. I usually waited until the bruises faded before I came to him. But now I wanted him to know the tremendous risks I took to be with him.

The harshness in his eyes vanished. He moved toward me.

“Stay on the bed,” I commanded. “You wanted a sex slave tonight. Let me perform for you.”

He frowned and looked as if he would refuse me, then lay supine on the bed and watched me. I stepped up on the bed and stood straddling him.

“Shall I dance for you?” I swayed my hips to India. Arie’s “Brown Skin,” which played only inside my head. I dropped the straps of my bra down my shoulders, before I tossed it on his chest.

I tugged free the tiny bows on each of my hips. I watched Hamilton as I seesawed my panties between my thighs. I repeated that slow motion once, then twice, before dropping my panties over his face. He removed them slowly as he inhaled my humid scent. I stroked my hands down my flat stomach and covered my most intimate part from his avid gaze. I stood naked, physically and emotionally, before I knelt down over his body and inched my fingers up his chest.

“Shall I suck your dick, baby?” I asked with a vicious little smile toying along my full lips. “Or should I back this thing up and let you hit it from the back? Would you like that, Hamilton?”

He placed my hands over his heart. “You are more than a body to me. Don’t you know that?”

“I thought I did,” I whispered. Then my anger and composure deserted me. “Until tonight.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Hamilton touched and kissed my bruised and aching neck.

I sighed and closed my eyes in pleasure. He caressed my sides and hips that were so tender from Justin’s kicks and punches.

“I have to kill him now,” Hamilton said.

“Then you would be taken away from me.” I let tears fall. “And I don’t know what I would do without you.”

My eyes drifted to half-mast, as his lips moved over my breasts with tiny kisses and passionate tugs on my tight nipples.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned into him. He felt so warm and hard against me as his powerful arms held me close and tender. The sweetness of him felt almost unbearable. Still, I needed more. My hands cupped the muscles of his strong back. I grinded my hips against him and silently urged him to join us.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Hamilton whispered.

Hamilton was a demanding lover. We weren’t always gentle with each other, but I always felt the love in our lovemaking.

“Only you can heal me,” I said.

He reversed our bodies. I sighed as the softness of the bedding shrouded my battered body. Hamilton lifted my right leg and kissed my toes, then my ankle. His kisses traveled up my leg and moved to the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes and smiled as his lips placed moist, angel-soft kisses inside my upper thigh. He moved deeper between my legs as his tongue swirled and ebbed and flowed inside my heat. Hamilton treated my other leg to the same lavish treatment, but much slower. I ached with the need to feel his talented mouth at my thumping center.

He loomed over me and tilted my pelvis to receive him. Hamilton’s penis still felt tight and so heavy inside me, even after all the times we had made love. But then he moved and my body stretched to accommodate his largeness. His strokes were slow and measured. I could tell that he was holding back, trying not to hurt me, so I squeezed him tightly and sank my teeth in his shoulder. The salty taste of his

skin flooded my mouth and made me bite harder, until I almost drew his blood. He groaned as he deepened and quickened his thrusts. I held on as long as I could, but my stamina was fading. I was so emotionally spent. My body let go. I continued to shake long after my unbelievable climax had ended.

Hamilton soothed my body with his touch, while our bodies remained joined. My body was lax and motionless and his was still hard and waiting for my desire to return. Inch by hard inch, touch by silken touch, kiss by sultry kiss, Hamilton aroused me again.

His hands guided my hips and he had me galloping on his big body, like the thoroughbred that he was. He revved up my body, then slowed me down so that I could go the distance with him this time. My body tensed, and the deep tugging, sweet ache in me needed to be released.

“Let it all go, baby,” he said.

I followed his command with blind obedience. My release fueled his. Hamilton groaned and rode me hard twice, then a third time, before he relinquished his iron self-control and let his body experience the pounding release and pleasure that he had always given me.

After making love again, I lay on top of him, with my front against his back. We had not spoken in more than half an hour, but our silence felt comfortable. I caressed the back of his head before kissing the sweated out curve that his neck and shoulder made. I trailed my fingers across his broad shoulders and down his arms as far as I could reach. He captured my hand and brought it to his lips. I smiled and fell asleep.

I woke up cocooned in Hamilton. His embrace in his sleep was almost as fierce as when he was awake. I had to be careful not to wake him as I maneuvered myself free. I dressed without washing this one time. I wanted to keep the scent of him, and us, with me for as long as I could. He looked so beautiful lying in profile with the still-shy rays of the early-morning sun peeking into the room.

“I love you,” I whispered to his sleeping form. I kissed his shoulder and walked out of his life.