• VI •

FLASHBACK•

  "Will you just put the movie on and stop devouring me with those eyes?"

And my Melanie skin glimmer and glitter even with the little light coming from the night that was dawdling through the windows.

     His hair cut was nicely done giving more light to its wave. The ripped jeans he wore was a faded blue with a White shirt that had 'RAW' printed at the front in all cap with a lighter shade of brown. His sneakers matched his shirt but the color was much darker.

He sat on the sofa above me, with me between his legs as the movie got started. About like 30 minutes into the movie, my attention shifted to him.

     I bit hard on my upper lip my teeth sinking deep into the flesh mesmerizing on this piece of heavenly creation before my eyes. He wasn't even doing anything but I could feel my insides tightening just by his physique.

     "Why did you stop looking?" His voice pierced my thoughts. "Why did you stop looking? He repeated. "I want you to look at me like that again." He said after I went mute. I smile and chuckle realizing that all this while, his eyes too were on me.

He laughed, then smile. Opening his mouth to say something but he ended up speechless. "Come on talk to me." I pushed.

     He was wearing a frown. I knew I was getting on his nerves but so what?

     My tongue slide in his mouth looking for the hidden treasure.

     Not uttering a word, the place dead silent, only the sound of the movie being heard ,he stood up, with me as I wrapped my legs tightly around his torso and hands on his neck like my life depended on it. And my life did depend on it. What if I slip and fall? I can't imagine any better way of that ending. Don't blame me for being an over thinker. I felt myself being lowered and lowered till my clothes came in contact with the white couch, my body falling in next. I lay on the couch and he stood in all his glory above me and then he bend over.

     Coming on me fully, he press his hands at my hips feeling them, squeezing at my butt and then my breast. Licking his lips seductively, he roll my nipples having full access to them since I wasn't wearing a bra. "Mhm" I moan. That was not intentional trust me. He knelt before me rolling off the upper part of my jumpsuit, stopping it below my tits, he had full view of my breast now. He was doing all the movements today, though I felt out of control, it felt nice.

     He placed his tongue that was dripping with saliva on my titties rolling the nipples in his mouth and sucking hard on them. One of his hands was squeezing on the left breast and his mouth was on the other one making me go insane. My eyes closed midway and my breathing became abnormal. I held tight on the sofa pulling the life out of it. His other hand that was not occupy, made its way between my legs as he started rubbing me down there. I swear I could literally feel myself being on cloud nine.

     Bring my hands to mouth, I press my teeth on it, doing anything that will keep me sane. This time around, a loud moan left my mouth and I bet that turned him on more as he started to do times two of all what he was doing earlier. I swear my soul was literally being snatch and my legs started to shake from all the pleasure that was coming at once. "Pa..trick..."I moan out his name again forgetting what I had wanted to say in the first place. He didn't bothered pulling off the entire Jump suit off my skin, instead he slip his fingers underneath. One, two, three, fingers were going in and out of me. "Ahhh!" I scream looking for an escape. I uplifted myself and instead of moving away totally, he place me in a sitting position holding me down and shutting me with his lips. I responded to the kiss hungrily as that only increased my torture. His fingers started to move again but this time harder than before and I was unable to move due to the strong hands that were holding me down.

     I kept bouncing and shaking on his fingers, the sound of my moans and pleasure vibrating through the walls. And then I came dripping all the way down. My juices dripped on his fingers. Making sure I had my eyes on him, he licked his fingers right along with my sweetness on them. And the way he did it, had me grasping but enjoying it. This was crazy and I was still burning up mane. He came up kissing me and all I tasted was me right on his mouth and tongue. I wanted more, so I intensified the kiss. I was about to undo his belt and he stop me with his hands.

     I questioned him with my eyes and he said, "Let's just stick to watching the movie." I furrow my brows in confusion, the hell is he saying? I didn't push it anyway, I give him his space on the couch both of us sitting at the far end. Looking at the movie I wasn't understanding shit!

    "What do you want Patrick?" I asked and honestly I myself didn't know why he was here anymore. He was confusing me at this whole thing, why was he changing the game?

     He went dead mute not uttering another word. "So you're mute now? Patrick tell me! "What the fuck do you want?"

"What do you want?" He interrupted me, standing up then coming back at me.

     "Listen Yeadeh." He came at my level squatting before me as he said, "When I say I want you, I don't necessarily mean sex. Is that all you think men are able to provide? Well if that's so, not me. I'm not here because of the sex I'm here because I see something in you, something beautiful, something different and something indescribable."

   "There's always something there, you just need the right person to help you see through it. In here-" pointing at my chest where I had early pointed, he said "there's always more."

     He wasn't saying anything, and it was getting really awkward standing in the silence. I expected him to jump at this offer, instead he was quite.

     "Is that how you see marriage, as a one sided thing?"

     "Growing up as a child I didn't have much, but my needs were provided by my parents. Or should I say by mama?"—