I met Avonte that evening at Belcourt on 4th Street. She sat quietly at the bar, sipping her drink and smiling. After dinner, we went back to Club Quarters. Once we were settled in our room, I turned to Avonte and took her in my arms.
"Devin, I left my purse in the car. Could you get it for me, please?"
"Whatever you want, baby."
"You called me baby," she beamed.
"Did I say something wrong?" I said sarcastically. I read her eyes and knew I hadn’t.
"No," she replied firmly. "I like it."
"Maybe I should do it more often."
"Maybe you should just do that," she said with a bit of a bite.
Without any further hesitation, I left the room. Everything about her said, "Take me, Devin."
When I returned to the room with Avonte’s purse, seeing the candles on both sides of the bed and hearing the music brought a smile to my face. Avonte emerged from the bathroom. I looked up. The sight of her, dressed in a black lace teddy, walking toward me, se
nt chills through me. "I like that."
"That’s exactly what I had in mind," she replied, wrapping her arms around me.
I kissed her on the forehead.
"In fact, I think that you’re overdressed."
"Really? What do you think I should be wearing?" I asked innocently, while Avonte unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands across my chest.
"Nothing," she said, and kissed me.
I felt myself getting harder as I tasted her tongue. She undressed me slowly as we swayed to the music. She touched me in ways that I had only imagined she would. Avonte made slow circles around my nipples, and they began to harden. I removed the lace and revealed her breasts. I touched them, held them, squeezed them; teased them with my tongue. I glided my tongue around her beautiful dark circles, coming close, but never touching her nipples.
Avonte stroked my ever-hardening dick with long, even strokes from tip to shaft. My body shook. She squeezed my nipples, and her stroking became more intense, more focused.
Avonte spread her legs. I slid my hand along her thighs and gently fingered her clit. I felt it getting harder under my touch. Her head drifted back, and she moaned her approval. I felt her body quiver. I wanted to taste her, to drink from her fountain until I’d had my fill. I wanted to drown my face in an ocean of her come.
I watched her turn around and enjoyed the perfection that is her ass. Avonte lay down on her stomach. I sat beside her and ran my hands along her back, her perfect ass, and her firm thighs. I entered her from behind. Her pussy was so soft, so wet; I could barely control my passion. I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me. Avonte yelled, "FUCK ME HARDER!"
I did as she asked.
I felt the muscles inside her tighten.
I repositioned myself on the bed, and Avonte proceeded to lower her body onto my face. I ran my tongue along her lips, and then licked and sucked her clit. She moaned while continuing to slide her hand up and down my dick.
Once again, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. My back arched. The movement of my tongue increased to a pace, which coincided with hers.
Her body shook.
"I don’t want to come yet," she said, removing herself from my face and straddling my torso. She winked at me and lowered herself onto me. Taking my dick into the wetness between her thighs, we stared into each other’s eyes and moved in unison—each movement agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten our mutual pleasure.
After our first two nights together, I didn’t see her for more than a week, but we talked every day. I felt guilty about cheating on Taye. I all but told her one night, but she was so deep into her depression that I don’t really think she got what I was trying to say, or she just didn’t care.
For the last five months that has been my life, I’d fuck Avonte all night, and then I’d go home. I’d wake up at seven o’clock in the morning in bed with Taye. Depending on how she was feeling that day, Taye would either start an argument with me, which happened a whole lot more than I’d like, or she’d ignore me totally, which was fine with me. I’d get dressed and then I’d go to work.
Over the past five months, I’ve grown less patient with Taye. I knew it was wrong, but that’s the way I felt. It has gotten to the point where I can’t stand to be around her, which led me to Avonte. She was like a drug. No matter how much I had her, I still wanted more. Avonte was always ready to give it to me, and it was always so fuckin’ good. Avonte never let me leave her without coming first.
"I don’t want you to have one drop left for her," she’d always say.