Come Share My Love

chapter Fourteen





They made it to Zackary’s house in mere seconds. He opened the door for her and escorted her into the house. They walked hand in hand to his bedroom. Once inside they didn’t wait for the clothes to come off or the door to fully close, they went at each other like two jackrabbits in heat. He backed her into the wall shoveling his tongue down her throat. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. She began yanking his shirt out of his pants she wanted him naked, now. She succeeded in getting his shirt out but her fingers were all thumbs when it came to getting the buttons opened.

“Here,” Zackary said breathlessly. “Let me help you with that.” He pulled the tails of his shirt at the bottom snatching it opened and buttons hitting the floor and the wall. “Now that’s how you get a man out of his shirt.”

“I’d say so.” She pulled her shirt out of her pants and did the same thing, ripping it open. “And that’s the way you get a woman out of hers.”

Zackary laughed. “Come here you,” he pulled her back into his arms devouring her lips and divesting them both of the rest of their clothes. They finally ended up in bed. They didn’t talk, for words could not express what they were feeling. The first time only lasted a few minutes. They were so hot that upon insertion Shyla could only last but a minute and Zackary was right behind her.

“I’m sorry baby,” Zackary said as he finally caught his breath.

“So am I. It’s been a very long time for me.”

“For me as well.” They both laughed. I didn’t mean to come so quick, it was just that you were so tight wrapped around me and hot like a furnace and I couldn’t hold on I needed to release. I’ve been holding on to this moment for so long I don’t know what I would have done had you changed your mind.”

Shyla shook her head, her eyes still closed and mind still spinning from after effects of the first orgasm she’s had in years. “I wouldn’t have changed my mind. I wanted it just as much as you and I couldn’t fight it any longer.”

He kissed the side of her face and them her lips. “I’m so glad to hear that. What would you say to taking another stab at it but going just a little bit slower?” he asked kissing down her body.

“I’d like that. Mmm,” she moaned as he took one luscious brown nipple into his mouth.

“Good. Because I am going to love watching you come.”

“Ooh, you are so nasty, Mr. Trellis.”

“Not yet, but I will be before we’re done.” He bit down on the other nipple and had her scrambling up the bed. “Come back here,” he said pulling her back down into the bed. “What’s your favorite position?”

She shook her head stating that she didn’t have one.

“I’m not very experienced with all of this.” She looked into his eyes looking for what he was thinking or some kind of negative response but saw none. He only said that he hadn’t thought she was. She got a little embarrassed and titled her head to the ceiling. He moved back up her body and tilted her head back to him.

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with your performance baby, because trust me there is no way you can improve on perfection.” She blushed. “I just noticed that you’re very tight almost like it was your first time,” he smiled. “So don’t be hurt or embarrassed. I am enjoying myself and your body immensely.” Another blush. “You’re alright?” he asked.

“I’m better than alright.”

“Sore?”

“Some.”

“You want to wait awhile?”

“Hell no,” she rushed. “I don’t think I can wait another minute and I don’t want to.”

“Good answer. Before the night is over we will have done just about everything you can think imaginable and then maybe you can tell me, no, show me what you like best.”

“Right now I’m aching to have you inside of me.”

“We’ll get back to that in a minute. What about foreplay?”

“Foreplay?”

“Umm huh,” he said while tracing his tongue down her wet body.”

“Do whatever you want to do, take your time just do me right.”

“Ooh. I think I got a tiger on my hands. You are so bad.”

“I do have a bad side.”

“You can show me that, too, later. I’m going to show you my bad side, but first I want to taste that mouth again. His kisses made her weak. It was a good thing that she wasn’t standing because she would have sure hit the ground by now.

He kissed down her neck, her chest. He watched her watching him ravish one nipple after the other. Her eyes were a little glassy. He could only imagine what they were going to look like each time she came apart in his arms. He was looking forward to each orgasm that spilled out of her body.

Zackary moved down her body with his mouth but kept his hands massaging her breast until he came across the sweet smelling nectar of her womanhood. He slid his hand down her stomach over her navel and down through the soft patch of curly hair that hid her womanly folds. He couldn’t wait to taste her. He nudged at her legs and she let them fall away giving him unlimited access to her very essence. He inserted one finger, and then two. She jumped. It felt too good to be true. She was there, again, at the brink of eruption. She wanted to hold on, and she would for as long as she felt it necessary to satisfy the man she loved. Yes she loved Zackary.

“Open up for me.” She did. “Wider” She did that, too. “That’s better.” He had way more leverage this way.

“You’re wetter than before.”

She moaned her approval as he drove his fingers in and out, in and out.

“And you are so milky.”

“Milky?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said approvingly.” Before she could get another word out his mouth took possession where his fingers withdrew from. Again she went scrambling up the bed, but she didn’t get very far because his hold on her was stronger than her will to get away.

“You like that?”

“Yes. Oh yes.” Her body was prematurely oozing with her feminine juices and he loved the very taste of it. He licked and sucked on the lips several times before thrusting his lengthy tongue deep inside, letting it settle there before gliding it in and out, out and in, repeating the process a few move times before telling her to watch him pleasure her.

She watched in utter amazement as his head bobbed up and down tasting her, pleasing her, getting her ready for the big release.

For added pleasure she held the back of his head in place. He got more pleasure from watching her watching him and trying to keep her control, it was a losing battle. Zackary eased off the bed but not off her, pulling her to the edge with him.

“Oh Zackary,” Shyla yelped. “This is torture.”

He lifted his eyebrows and smile but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Then she felt him do something different. Was he making letters down there? He was really working her over.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Mmm, ooh, ooh, yes. Oh yyyeeessss.”

He spread her legs wider but kept her legs in the position like she was settled in stirrups. He continued on with his assault.

“Zack? Zack, baby?”

Her body began to quiver and her grip on his head began to loosen. She felt her entire control crashing.

Zackary stuck his tongue in her center, feeling her contraction at his very tip. He watched in complete fascination as her eyes turned from walnut to a deep mahogany to pure black pearls. It was gorgeous.

He jumped up while she was still in the thorough of her climax and slipped his manhood inside feeling her body come alive once again around him. He pounded savagely until his seed spilled like wild flowers inside of her.

“Mine, mine, mine. Yes, Mmm, yes,” he groaned himself.

Shyla continued to rotate her lower body and he welcomed it. They were both again at a place where they could share in an overwhelmingly clash of orgasmic pleasure. And there it happened, she said, “I love you, Zack, I love you.”

He lifted her off the bed, still deeply embedded inside her and took their pleasure to greater heights. This time when his body exploded into hers he had her in his arms and in his heart.

“I love you Shyla. Only you.”

He stood holding on for as long as his legs could carry them and then they fell unceremoniously onto the bed.

He looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips. Sweat dipped from their bodies but mostly from his. She wiped the sweat from his forehead, then around his neck and down his chest. Shyla loved the feel of his body wet with hers. They looked once again into each other’s eyes then laughed, and kissed.

“Now that workout beats a gym workout any day. Woo,” he shouted.

“That’s what I’m talking about. That was too, too good. You taste so damn good, girl. I think I want some more of that.”

Shyla chuckled. “I think we should wait awhile. I don’t think I can come like that again even if I tried too. That was so…woo…I don’t know…intense.”

He nuzzled her neck. “You’re sure? I don’t mind especially the way you respond to me.”

“I’m sure, baby. Just let me rest a few minutes and I’ll probably be good to go. How about you just lay here with me for a few minutes? You don’t have to pull out or move just lay here with me. After several seconds she said, “I can feel you growing inside me.”

“Umm huh. Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Oh yes, real good.”

“You can say that again. Mmm,” Zackary never felt like this before, never wanting to leave the comfort of her body.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” Shyla asked, but was the one to yawn.

“Definitely not. It’s just a little snug in here, warm, cozy all over.”

“You are so silly,” she said moving her hips up and then down.

“Ooh, baby. Don’t move. I just want to feel your warmth around me a little while.” He patted her thigh. “Put your legs down and close them for me.” She did ask he asked. “Mmm. Feel that?”

“Feels wonderful, but Zackary, I don’t think I can just lay here without moving.”

“Try it just for a few minutes. I promise you’ll like the feel of it.”

“I’ll try.” She laid there for thirty seconds feeling the pulsing of his manhood and the contracting of her uterus. She could feel her heartbeat racing. “Zackary!”

“Don’t move.” He snuggled deeper inside. “Yes, baby. Stay…just…like that.” He rose up on one elbow, taking one breast into his mouth.

“You’re really, really making this hard,” she said breathlessly.

“It’s supposed to be hard,” he said deliberately misunderstanding her meaning. He continued to suck on her nipple, he could feel the moment she latched onto him, completely. She was ready.

“Zack, baby. Please do something. Now!” she urged.

“Okay, okay.” He slowly eased out of her a quarter of the way then eased back in. He was hooked. He eased her legs apart, sinking deeper and deeper into her body.

Shyla took all she could take, she couldn’t take any more. She matched Zackary stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, and moan for moan. She threw her legs behind his back linking them together like a pair of scissors. He was going to pay for making her wait.

He raised his body up over hers, throwing her legs upon his chest as he rammed his body into hers triple time. He was like a jockey riding his horse to the finish line. He pumped and pumped, faster and faster. He watched as her breast jumped and bounced back and forth.

She grabbed her breast, pushing them together, squeezing and teasing the nipple. She was losing it, freefalling away from herself. She couldn’t hold on any longer.

He pulled her arms up over her head, holding them there, kissing her with hunger and passion.

“I’m coming, baby. I’m com…oh shit,” he said and stopped, his body shuddered and skyrocketed out of control as he spilled deep into her. Shyla continued thrusting and soon came too.

She fell a thousand times over, draining him of all his manly fluids. He pressed soft, gingerly kisses on her as her body relaxed. He didn’t speak until the last jolt left her body.

“You’re alright?”

“Mmm hmm,” she whimpered.

“You were, amazing, you know that?” He licked at her neck.

All she could do was smile. There was more sweat on their bodies than the previous time. It required more than just hands to get them dry.

“I’ll get us a towel.” As he pulled out he felt a powerful shock to his system. It was like a meltdown. His body went limp, all of his body, all of his energy zapped away. It took him more than five minutes to gain his strength and go for that towel. When he stood up he had to hold on to the wall. He’s never had a reaction like that before. He got back to the bed and sat down alongside her frame and gently wiped her from head to toe, she in turn did the same.

“You were not supposed to move,” he whispered.

“That’s easy for you to say. You let me on top and see how long you can keep still while I’m working my feminine wiles on you,” she said a little stronger than she intended.

“Wow. I think I’d like that,” he kissed her jaw. “I do like it. You want something to eat or drink?”

“Maybe some water, iced with lots of ice. My throat is parched and I just love eating on ice.”

“Have you ever been diagnosed with anemia? You do know that that’s a sign of iron deficiency?”

“Yes I’ve heard that but I haven’t been told that before from a doctor.”

“Well get it checked again, just to be on the safe side. I don’t want anything to happen to my baby.” He kissed her again before getting up on now steady legs to go get her water.

“You think anyone heard us? You were pretty vocal there.”

“No baby. I’d say you were the vocal one tonight. And does it really matter if anyone heard us?”

“Not at the moment,” she wiggled her eyes.

“Good. Because as far as I’m concerned, they should be trying to get them some nookie, too,” he kissed her forehead. “Be right back.” He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed off to the kitchen.

Shyla laid there weak and out of control. She couldn’t contain her excitement. She had thought being with Zackary was a waste of her time. He was successful, good looking and had a great body. She knew he dated when she first met him and none of the women he brought around looked anything like her. He was into the small types, the beautiful types. She was cute at best, she always felt that she was just average. He told her that he loved her. Granted it was while he was releasing himself but he said it just the same. She’d let it pass for now, if he said it again she’d believe it.

Zackary came back with a pitcher of ice water with plenty of ice, a glass of extra ice, two small cups and a bowl of juicy red Bing Cherries. There was nothing better than California Bing Cherries in the summertime.

Shyla held her eyes closed. She looked serene. Zackary sat everything down on the night stand.

“Now it’s my turn to ask. You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” He took a piece of ice from the glass and let it drip between her breasts.

“Oh, that’s cold. And no I was just resting my eyes until you came back with my ice water, with extra ice.”

He poured her a glass of water and threatened to pour it on her.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sure I would.”

“But I don’t want you to.”

“What will you give me in return?”

“I don’t know Mr. Trellis. What is it that you want?”

“I sense that’s a trick question because you already know what I want, but I’ll settle for a kiss for starters and decide on what else I want and collect later. Now will I get that kiss or do you get drenched?”

“I kind of like the idea of getting drenched.” He held the glass over her head. “But, but…not with ice water. So I’ll give you that kiss.”

“And you’ll pay up later when I make my decision?” he still held the water over her head.

“Yes. Now come here so that I can give you that kiss.” She took the glass from his hand and placed it back on the nightstand. She then straddled his body and gave him one alluring kiss.

“You like that?”

“Can I get more?”

“Is it one of your requests?”

“Yes. Now let me have it.”

She let him have it, and it turned into more and more and before he knew it he was craving some ice. Her kisses sapped all the breath from his body.



“How about watching some television?” Zackary asked as they finished off the cherries.

“If you like,” Shyla responded with a sultry voice and the graceful stretching of her body.

“Instead of that sounding like you wanted to watch television it sounded more like a challenge of some sort. Or better yet an invite. Didn’t you get enough?”

“Obviously not if what you thought you heard was a challenge or an invite. So what are you going to do about it?”

Zackary threw the remote across the king size bed. “Since I think I heard an invite I’m going to except and take you some places where you’ve never been before.”

“Is that right?” she threw the sheet from her body.

“Yes. I think,” he said parting her legs and pulling her in line with his erection, “you’re going to love this.” He slipped right inside her feeling instant gratification. “Oh baby, you’re going to kill me before this night is over,” he said while tongue kissing her neck.

They made love the rest of the night until they were exhausted with sleep. As promised they had tried every position Shyla had ever heard of and at least twenty more that she hadn’t. She had never been exposed to this much love making. It did her in but she loved every minute of it.

Zackary had fell asleep feeling on top of the world. He had made love all night to the woman that he had secretly loved for several years, and now they slept in each other’s arm. He didn’t know why it took so long but his vow was to never let her get away. Zackary would have continued sleeping if a nagging dream hadn’t forced him awake to take a look at their action from the nights events. No contraception.

Zackary bolted from the bed and began pacing the floor. He said a few expletives aloud jarring Shyla awake.

“Zack! What’s wrong? What happened?”

He continued to pacing. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispered. “We can talk about it in the morning.” The look on his face said that something was seriously wrong and it caused her concern.

“Zackary, what is it? You’re scaring me pacing like that. Come sit and let’s talk.”

“Will you please just go back to sleep,” he snapped. “There’s nothing that can be done about it tonight. Damn.” He snatched his robe from the foot of the bed and pulled it on.

Shyla jumped up from the bed and grabbed her clothes. Why had he snapped at her? Whatever the problem was could easily be figured out had he confided in her what it was.

She started pass him to the bathroom before he realized what was happening. Pausing, he realized how he must have sounded coming at her the way he did.

“Stop,” he grabbed her by her waist and turned her back to the bed. “Hold up,” he took the clothes from her hands. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I messed up,” he flopped down on the bed, ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at her and shook his head. “We messed up.”

“What?” she tried covering up her nude body but it wouldn’t have made things any different.

He was stunned by her reaction. “Don’t,” he shook his head. “There is no need to cover up. I have seen, touched and tasted every inch of you. None of that is going to change and I don’t mean messed up that way. Come sit down.”

She walked the few steps to the bed.

“Baby I have something I need to ask you.”

“What is it?” He still looked like he had something major on his mind. Was he now regretting what they’d done? She really hoped not because it would kill her if he had.

“Shyla by any chance, are you currently taking the pill?” She shook her head. “Sponge IUD or any kind of birth control?”

“No. I haven’t been actively having sex for several years now, and I didn’t have any reason to believe that we would fall into bed this weekend, in fact I wanted to avoid that at all cost, so I didn’t see the need to do so.”

He wouldn’t even touch that remark with a response. “Well, baby. We have been tempting fate all night long.” Her body stiffened.

“You mean-” she covered her mouth with her hands and looked as though she would cry.

“Yes. We have been making love all night without protection. No pills, no condoms, no damn protection, at all.” He sounded angry but wasn’t sure what he felt. It was a surprise.

“Oh Zackary. What have-What if-oh my god, what have we done?”

Zackary pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “Don’t worry about it. Everything will be alright. We will deal with this tomorrow and if anything or anyone results from what we’ve done we’ll deal with that, too.”

“What do you mean?” she asked shocked.

“I mean that there is nothing that we can change about what’s happened here tonight, so there’s no need to beat ourselves over the head with a wooden stick.” He was saying one thing but feeling another.

‘I am really tripping. The first time I can understand, it was in the heat of the moment, but after slowing down, what were we thinking. We should have realized that we could be changing our lives.’



“So, if a baby resulted from our actions tonight, would you be terribly upset about it?’ Shyla asked him, holding his hands just a little too tight. “Do you regret what we’ve shared here tonight?” she looked at the unmade bed.

“Baby are you serious?” she nodded her head yes. He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. “Nothing about tonight I regret. Do you understand that? Not any of it. No I didn’t plan this and yes after we slowed things up I should have realized what we were doing.”

“I should have too.”

He shook his head. “It wasn’t your responsibility,” he tapped his chest. “It was mine.”

She didn’t know how she felt about that. He was saying all the right things. Most men felt it was the woman’s responsibility to provide the protection and if she got pregnant the child was her responsibility.

“And no, I would not be upset if this resulted in a pregnancy. We’d just have to make a few changes in our lives sooner than later.”

Shyla didn’t ask what those changes were. She massaged his neck with her hand not realizing that that was causing some stirring on in other places in his body, he shook it off.

“When I said I loved you I meant it. It wasn’t because I was covered inside of you.” The tears were there but they didn’t fall. “I’ve loved you for a long time Shyla Wilkes and I would definitely love you even more if we’ve made a baby.”

One tear dropped and then another.

“I love you, too, Zackary.”

He smiled and nodded, “I know. You’ve been fighting it a long time.” She hid her face in his neck. “But there’s no more fighting it, right?”

She raised her head and said, “No. No more fighting it.”

A few minutes of silence passed. All they did was held on to one another.

“So what do we do now?” Shyla asked.

“Now we try to get some sleep. I think I heard Felt and Ess come in a few minutes ago.”

Shyla agreed. She had heard someone moving around a little while ago as well.

“Get in bed. We can finish this later.”

“I’ll make a doctor’s appointment when I get home.”

“Okay. And I’ll stock up and some condoms tomorrow,” he half smiled.

“You don’t look too happy about that idea.”

Zackary pulled Shyla in his arms. “That’s because getting condoms tomorrow isn’t helping my current situation.”

“And that would be?”

Zackary pulled her even closer to his body; she immediately felt something poking her in the area leading to her hot box.

“Oh.”

“Yes oh. I want you so bad right now.”

“I want you, too.” They fell into a heated kiss. That kiss ignited the sheets, and set their bodies afire. They explored each other’s body while united in their kiss. Places were touched, feelings were aroused, and things had happened that hadn’t earlier. Once again they found themselves in a compromising position. This time with Shyla straddled his body and his member inches from her opening.

“Baby we can’t do this,” Zackary said pulling out of the kiss. His head was spinning but at least now he had sense enough to know when to quit.

“I know, I know. Damn. And it was feeling so, so good.” Her head dropped to his chest, her hand balled in fist hitting the pillows surrounding his head.

He tried not to laugh because he understood what she felt. But it was hard, seeing her out of control. “You know Felton might-”

“Felton? We’ve just shared a beautiful, intimate moment and you bring up Felton. I know the two of you are best buds but this is really not the time or place baby. Maybe you need to seek a little help if you are thinking-”

Zackary put his hand over her mouth. “Don’t finish that phrase. Please. I was saying that maybe he had some condoms.”

Shyla gasped.

“Stupid idea?” he asked.

“Yes it was. And even if he did have some, which I doubt, they’ve been married too long.”

“I can tell you one thing baby some married couples prefer to use condoms whether it’s to prevent pregnancy or other reasons. I’m living proof of that.”

“Really? Was it her idea or yours?”

“It was hers at first. She didn’t want to get pregnant and she didn’t want to ruin her health with any of the different contraceptives that were out there. The pill could give her heart problems and a stroke, the hormones from the shot would leave her bald, her skin was too sensitive for the sponge and the foams and this and that. Hell after a while I agreed with her.”

“But she didn’t have a problem with the latex?”

“She never complained about it. Always said it felt like the real thing. That’s enough talk about my ex-wife and her hang-ups about contraceptives. We need to find a solution for tonight. I’m still hot and while you’re sitting in the position you’re sitting I’m getting even hotter.”

Shyla was straddled his lap, her legs parted, right on his member and it was like it was pulling him in.

“Okay, what do you suggest?”

“If not Felton then maybe Braxton or Bren-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Shyla said in a feisty Italian accent.

“Okay, okay. So you don’t think Essence will carry any in her purse just for occasions like this?”

“You know what Zackary Trellis you are doing too much. I have never asked my cousin for a condom and I’m not going to start. Now calm down. We will find a way.”

Zackary picked up his cell phone from the night stand. “Maybe my dad…” his words trailed off. He had a crazy look in his eyes and when he turned to Shyla she had an even crazier one. She knew he had lost his mind.

“What?” Shyla shook her head and rolled her eyes moving from his lap. He grabbed her and began laughing.

“I’m just kidding. I would never ask my father for a condom. Not in this day and age, anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had them because he always made sure we were safe but I wouldn’t ask him for any. Now Uncle Alonzo is a different story. I bet he came here with a glove compartment full.”

“You just won’t quit, will you?”

“What? Unc has some I’m telling you. We can get enough until morning.”

“We’ll never have enough. But you keep on till you figure something out. I’m going to pleasure myself.”

“Whoa-”

Before he could finish the word she went down on him, quicker than he saw it coming. Shyla caught the tip of him in her mouth and twirled it around her tongue. He was much bigger than she had originally thought. His shaft was long and thick and had a slight curve in it but for the unnoticeable eye it was straight. He had been circumcised so the head was bigger and smoother to the touch. It gave him more sensation as she glided her mouth over the many nerves and down the base. Shyla sat in Indian style, one of her favorite positions. She moved her hands to either side of his body and planted them just on the side of the bed. She was very flexible. When she performed these maneuvers she didn’t use her hands just her mouth. And that had him jumping to her every move. When she bobbed her head up and down, readying him for the next wave of pleasure he almost came off the bed. He held her head in his hand lightly. He didn’t want her to go too far down and choke herself or gag. He wanted to stop her but it was feeling just too damn good. Oral sex had never made him feel this mesmerized. He bent his legs so that she wouldn’t have to bend so far down to get to him and it made for deeper mouth action on her part. When he thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. She moved her hands over his thighs and down his scrotum cupping his sack in her hand, twirling it around like massage balls. She then pulled his shaft out of her mouth and replacing them with his balls. Another moved that had him feeling vulnerable. She continued massaging his length while juggling the rest of him in her mouth.

“B-baby you need to…to c-come up. Stop!” Was that his voice squeaking like that? It was. “Shyla, baby,” he held her hair in his fist but not to the scalp.

“You’re going to make me come.”

“Umm hmm,” she agreed not coming up for air. “That’s the grand idea.” When she did and he thought she was done, she wasn’t. She glided her tongue back up his shaft, licking every inch. He let his hand fall from her head. When she reached the head of his penis her mouth closed back around it and slid back down taking him all in. She moved back up over him, his hands at his sides on the bed. She held her hands over his, they both grasping at the sheet. She felt his penis throb bigger and then it exploded. He released one hell of a yelp, damn near deafening her and himself. As he did her earlier she made sure that every morsel was indeed gone and that his orgasm had subsided before she let up. It was only fair, she thought.

When he opened his eyes she was sitting up smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. She then began to laugh. “What’s so funny? And what did you just do?”

“You taste like chocolate chips.”

He shook his head. “I thought you said you were going to pleasure yourself.”

“I did. That give me immense pleasure,” she smiled and leaned over and kissed his lips.

“Well next time, give me fair warning before you do that again.”

“Why?”

“So that I can stop you before you get started.”

“You, you didn’t like it?” she was confused.

“Baby I loved it. Maybe a little too much. I never enjoyed oral sex being performed on me and I guess it’s because I never had a willing partner that hadn’t felt it was a dirty deed. It was a sin for a woman to defile her body that way.”

“Tell me you didn’t believe that.”

“Of course I didn’t believe it but I could never force a woman to do that much anything else. It would be wrong. But you, you made it seem like an art of some kind and while I enjoyed it immensely,” he kissed her lips tasting him on them, “these lips are for kissing. This mouth is for kissing and talking dirty to me.” They chuckled while he put his hands under her bottom and flipped her onto her back parting her legs in the process. “Now these lips,” he parted them with his fingers and explored every nook and cranny. “These lips were made for kissing,” which he did, “and sucking,” which he sampled, “and driving a man wild,” which he proceeded to show her. He made love to her in the most intimate way he knew how and then they explored it together. Holding nothing back, they gave themselves over to one another. And tonight they made an informal commitment to one another forever.