Our Turn
He looks me up and down, and I feel a tingling sensation wherever his gaze touches me, and there are so many things I want to say. All the things I’ve practiced, fantasized about, ever since I saw him that first day.
I feel like I’m back in middle school when I had a crush on my math teacher, Mr. Hollingsworth, and I would doodle ‘Mrs. Hollingsworth’ on my binder. If I had a binder right now, it would be covered with different versions of my married name with Geo.
My cheeks are hot as he runs his thumb over my lips, and I open slightly. He presses it just inside, enough to touch my tongue, but no farther, and the orgasm that was building nearly topples me over.
“Sorry.” I babble. “My place isn’t much.” I glance around nervously, trying to keep my body from quivering.
I keep my place neat, which isn’t hard. I don’t exactly have much stuff to make a mess with, but knowing where Geo lives, I suddenly feel a wash of embarrassment at the shabby subsidized studio I call home.
“Your place is fine, Precious. But I’m thinking that your accommodations may change very soon.” I’m confused by his statement, but before I can ask what that means, he cracks a half smile, white teeth flickering behind those lips and facial hair as he looks across the small room at my fish tank. “Baby, I love your fish.”
My heart lights up that he noticed. “Thanks. They’re my friends. I named them all after Harry Potter characters. They are my favorite movies. I tried to read the books, but I’m not a big reader. But I love movies.”
“You are beautiful and sweet and smart whether you like to read or not. Deadly combination.” He runs a hand down from the back of my head, stroking my hair, and the arousal I feel is like a living being demanding to be set free.
I’m so close to the edge at his simple touches, I know it’s only a matter of time before I embarrass myself again and cum—probably in the middle of dinner.
He lowers his hand, resting it at the small of my back, his eyes locked onto mine, and this all feels like a dream.
“You ready? As much as I’d love to stay right here with you.” His eyes drift over to my small, single sized bed, then back to me. “I’ve got plans for us this evening. I don’t want to waste any more time starting our life.”
Starting our life?
Again, I want to ask what he means, but it sounds so wonderful I don’t want to be disappointed by finding out it’s not what I dream it could be.
“I’m ready I guess.” I glance around the apartment and step to the efficiency kitchen to retrieve my purse, stuffing my embarrassing black flip phone in the outside pocket before setting the strap on my shoulder and grabbing my sweater from the counter next to it.
“I’m not quite ready.” Geo’s arms wrap around my shoulders as I step toward the door. “I need one thing, or I’m going to lose my mind.”
“What?”
“Your lips. On mine.”
GEO
“WAIT HERE.” I REACH out and brush a stray hair from her cheek, feeling the softness and warmth on my fingertip. My knuckles are bruised, and there’s a fresh cut on my middle finger, but I hope like hell she doesn’t ask where it came from because I don’t know if I can lie to her. “I had to park in back. I’ll pull around.”
“It’s okay. I can walk—”
“No. Stay here. I want to do this right and pick you up at the door.” I kiss the part in her hair and take a deep breath of her scent. That sweet, strawberry shampoo she uses, mingles with an air of innocence that has my cock pounding and demanding to take what we both know belongs to us now.
She nods, her eyes wide with wonder, and I realize this could be the first time anyone’s treated her like this as I jog out the front door of her apartment building—well, her former apartment building I should say, because she doesn’t know it yet, but there’s no fucking way she’s staying here another night.
Don’t get me wrong, the place is okay, it’s a rent subsidized three-story on the west side of downtown Detroit. Not bad, but now that she’s mine and I’m done perving at her through the window I can’t stand the idea of her being here alone any longer.
As I pull around and throw the Suburban into park, a growl rumbles from my chest. Red sparks outline everything as I see a man standing next to her inside the door of the building. Her arms are wrapped around her waist like she’s frozen, and the way she’s looking from him to the floor as he talks to her makes my fists ball. Within a second, I’m inside the door, just in time for him to reach over and grab her arm.