“I love you, too. I’ve always loved you, Michael.”
“So what do we do now?” he asked.
“We take our time, do all the things that we should have been doing for the past ten years, and make up for lost time.”
I leaned over and flicked the tip of my tongue in his ear.
“And then tomorrow,” I added, “we’ll do whatever we feel should be done.”
TAYE
When I rang the doorbell at Michael and Marissa’s house, my dick was already standing at attention. Just the thought of fucking Marissa was all the stimulation it took. Then she opened the door and had on this smoking red teddy that was so sheer that I could see her pert, dark brown nipples playing peekaboo with me.
“Come on in,” she said in that seductive accent of hers. “I’ve been waiting. What took you so long?”
“I got here as fast as I could.”
“Just don’t come too fast once you climb inside my sugary walls.”
With that, she turned around and I followed her scrumptious ass into the living room. Her ass was bouncing up and down and her cheeks moved in perfect unision. It was a lovely vision and I made a mental note that I was definitely going to “hit it from the back.”
“Taye, I want you to do me a favor,” Marissa said.
I gazed into her light brown eyes. “Anything for you, baby.”
“Michael’s a great lover.”
I hated it when she said that. Even though Michael was my best friend, I did not want to hear shit about him being a great lover. For a man, any man, to hear about another man’s skills in the bedroom, was a letdown.
She bit her bottom lip. “But…”
I loved hearing that “but.” It meant that something was lacking and I planned to make sure I filled in the blanks.
“But what?” I asked. “What do you need Big Daddy to do for you?”
Calling myself “Big Daddy” put her on notice that I had a big-ass dick. Truth be known, that was my only reservation. There was no question that I was slanging something major between my legs, but I had no clue how I measured up to Michael. All men have that “size factor” issue. No matter how mandigo they might be, someone else is always holding more meat. As much as women try to deny it, they love big dicks.
“I’ve always had this fantasy,” Marissa said. “Ever since I was a little girl, back when I would watch my abuela baking cookies.”
“Abuela?”
Marissa giggled. She had such a beautiful smile. “My grandmother.”
“Oh, okay. So, what’s your fantasy?”
“Come into the kitchen and I will show you.”
She beckoned me with her index finger and I followed.
There was a bowl of flour on the table and a huge sack of additional flour beside it. There was also a bottle of vanilla flavoring and a bag of chocolate chips.
“What’s all this?” I asked, excited. Alicia would never have gone for any freaky shit.
Marissa picked up the bottle of vanilla. “I want to get naked and cover our bodies with flour. Then I want to play find the wet spot. You ready for this?”
I grinned. “I was born ready.”
Once Marissa and I were covered in flour, which was a strange-ass feeling, I had her lie on the table on top of a cookie sheet. I poured some of the vanilla flavoring on her clean-shaven pussy and sprinkled some chocolate chips on top. Then I commenced eating my homemade chocolate-chip cookie dough. It was better than any ice cream.