More Than Her
“N-no. I live in the building across the street.” piece of shit neighborhood. I got to get her moved in with me like now.
“Well let’s go. You can get changed and we go anywhere you like.” she doesn’t move, so I find myself grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the door. In the three minutes it takes us to get to her place, no words are spoken but the tension is as thick as molasses. We both know how the night is going end. I just hope she is ready for how the rest of her life is going go. We walk the three flights to her place and I can't help but be impressed. The inside is as vibrant as she is. Colors of pink and lime green. Speckles of purple and blue splattered throughout the place in curtains and vases.
“All set.'' Turning around, I am stunned by her beauty. She is dressed simply in a pair of jeans, a silk shirt, some heeled boots, and her hair is down. Damn I would give anything to run my fingers through it and grab it as I devour her mouth. “Do I... look ok?” she asks, her hands fidgeting. I realize I haven't said anything.
“I’m sorry baby. You look absolutely beautiful. Wow.” is all I can express at the moment, hoping it helps to bring my brain back. “Shall we?'' I ask, extending my arm toward the door. I open it, about to let her go first, when her perfume and her natural scent hits me, and all plans go out the window. Slamming the door, I stalk her, watching as she steps back until she is against the wall. “Fuck, baby. I was going to try to be a gentleman tonight, but you smell so damn good.” I growl running my nose along the side of her neck. I can’t help but to lick the side of her neck, listening to the intake of her breath as she begins to shiver and moan.
“Dun.” she says, tilting her head even further.
“Mmm. You want it too, don’t you baby.”
“Yes.” she exhales. Before she can finish the word, my mouth is on hers, devouring the flavors, sucking her tongue into my mouth, loving the way we mold together. She leans further into me, proving what I have known for the past couple of hours, we were meant for one another. My hands have a mind of their own. I bend slightly, lifting one of her legs, letting the gorge in the middle of my pants, rub against her jean covered pussy, the fabric of our clothing hindering the incredible sensation.
“Shit, baby. I can't wait to stick my face in your beautiful pussy and gorge. I bet it smells like cotton candy, huh, my favorite guilty pleasure.” my mouth goes back to hers loving as her urgency becomes apparent. She tries to climb my body, grabbing the back of my head, pulling us flush against one another. Lifting her other leg, groaning as she wraps her legs around me, I look around for the bedroom, seeing it behind her. Without hesitation, I kick open the door and lay her on the bed. “Jesus. Even clothed, you look like an angel.” she begins to unbutton her shirt when I stop her. “No, baby. Let me.” her hands move to her side, as I watch her neck turn pink. She is such a beautiful contradiction. We just practically mauled one another on the wall, but laying on the bed, my eyes caressing her, fully clothed, makes her blush. My shirt comes off first, hitting the floor as I stand there giving her a second to peruse. Though I know what she is eyeing, I hope she likes it. I take pride in my body. I work out every day, each routine varies day by day, so the definition in my arms and chest are pretty profound, if I may say so myself. My chest boasts tattoos covering the bottom portion of abs, leading up to my torso, spreading out toward my elbows.
When I was seventeen, I had been in boarding school for two years. The closer I got to eighteen, the more pressure I felt building on my shoulders, knowing what would be expected of me once I graduated. Tattoos were a release for me. It was a way for me to rebel. A way to retain who I am at heart and please my family. The truth is, I never had any plans on having a family, no matter how much my mother pushed it, so following the plan laid out for me, was no big deal, to a point. Now, standing here between the legs of my future, I see everything so vividly and it will all start tonight, when I plant my daughter in her womb and begin our journey. Permission, or not. “Like what you see, baby?” I ask her as my pants fall to the floor. I don’t bother with boxers, ever. That is for motherfuckers ashamed of their dick. I have nothing to be ashamed of. This ten-inch monster makes me proud. Licking my lips, my eyes don’t leave the junction between her legs, wondering just how wet she is, laying here, waiting on me to take it.