“No. It’s not you. You’re perfect.” Oh.
“I don’t know about perfect. But I am open to all questions.”
“We can talk later, baby. Let’s get some sleep. Ok?” I hesitate, a bit confused. Doesn't he want to know about me? “I promise, baby, there is nothing wrong. Well not with you. It’s just there is much to tell you and right now, I would rather hold you. You might not want to be near me after you hear it. So please, for now, just let me hold you.” looking down at his hand, my heart begins to patter. His eyes say so much. I can read an apology in them, for what I don't know. But I also read no regret, possessiveness and determination. Funny enough, nothing but the apology scares me. For that reason, I take his hand and follow him to bed. He pulls the sheets back and we lay, face to face, with me snuggled under his neck. I should be on alert. I know this. But right now, all I feel is what I have felt since I met him. Safe and protected. Maybe sleep is a good idea.“Are you awake, baby?” the words I hear that are followed by kisses all over my face waking me.
“Mmm. I am now.” I say stretching my arms above my head. “Curtis.” I gasp as his mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue making it rise. I didn’t realize he had unbuttoned his shirt I was wearing.
“Good morning baby. You looked so delicious laying here, I couldn't resist. I don’t normally have dessert first thing in the morning, but fuck, when Krispy Kreme is offering a special creme filled pastry, what do you do?” Oh my. His mouth leaves my nipples and he shoulders his way between my legs. “Mmm. Look at her, baby. She’s already making creme for me.” He slurps and my back arches off the bed. Oh God. The sound is so obscene, yet it is so hot. He licks over and over from hole to nub. Every time his face lifts it’s wetter and wetter, covered in my juices. Why is this so hot? This happens to me moaning, him drinking, me screaming, him drinking. My hands in his hair pulling it seem to turn him on. I have no idea how long this lasts. No idea how many times I come before it is all too much.
“Curtis I can’t. Too much. I can’t.” I tell him my body feels like I am recovering from an X party. I keep shaking and jumping trying to come down from the high he has me on. He comes up, and I notice his cock is hanging out. Jesus. I really want that in my mouth.
“I want it in your mouth too, Lil Bit, but your pussy is already swollen, and you won’t get the first choke out before I am going to have to pull it from your mouth to slam it inside of you. Let’s wait, baby.” Oh, my goodness. I said that out loud?! Great. Just great Yvette. “Come on baby. Let’s go eat breakfast.”
I sit and watch him as he scurries around the kitchen making pancakes and sausage. Eh finally finishes and we sit. “Do you work today, baby?”
“Mmm no. I am off for the next two days.” I answer trying not to talk with my mouth full. “What about you?”
“As a matter of fact, I do have to work in a couple of hours. I was hoping you could come with me and then after we could spend the day together.”
“That sounds great. I just need to go home and get some clothes. I can’t just walk around in your shirt everywhere.” I say smiling trying to joke. Only .... The look on his face doesn’t say it is funny. In fact, it says the exact opposite.
“You definitely cannot. Something like that would take me from you before we have begun.” Well...ok then. Time to change the subject.
“So, your turn to ask me a bunch of questions.” I say putting some more of the delicious pancakes in my mouth. I look up at him, waiting for him to hit me with the hard stuff, but once again he looks...unsure.
“Hey why don’t we go to your house right now and get your clothes.” he says getting up and taking his plate. Now I know something is not right. Before I get deeper in, I need to know what he is hiding. Done with the lying, I push my chair back and stand up.
“You're married, aren’t you? Oh God! You lied about being a virgin. I think I am going to be sick.'' I grab my stomach trying to stop the vomiting from happening. How could I be this stupid? How did I let myself?
“NO! Yvette. I did not lie to you. I am not married...yet. I have no kids and yes, I was a virgin. Just like you.”