Erika smiled placidly. Was she an airhead or something?
“And you, missy,” Wendy continued. “Are you and Shirez over with? That was a pretty bad breakup less than a year ago. You know, Stenton is over thirty. He’s probably thinking with his head up here.” She pointed to her head near her brows. The audience agreed with their raucous applauses. “What was the last thing you said to Mr. Rogers?”
Seriously?
I don’t know why that question stabbed me in the gut. In fact, the longer this conversation went on, the more anxious I became. Stenton and I had a glorious two days together and although we were not solid and had no plans on extending it, I didn’t want the bliss to end.
“Well, I told him when we do get together, I want to see how far down his tattoos go and that I’m nearsighted.”
The room went up in a roar far more than at any previous point during the interview. My belly lurched and my arms wrapped around my waist. I found myself staring straight into Erika’s brown eyes, feeling vindictive. My eyes squinted and nose flared.
“All right! On that note, we’ll be right back with Erika Erceg, talking about her new makeup line!” Wendy announced as the theme music began to play, alerting of the commercial break. Wendy turned and double high-five’d Erika as she giggled like a sexy vixen.
My stomach was now rolling over with nervous energy. I knew it was a direct reaction to my rare case of jealousy. I wanted to wake Stenton up to ask about his relationship with this exotic socialite. I wanted to ask him if he called her before or after he called me the night before he arrived at my apartment. I wanted to ask him what his feelings were for her. If he found her just as sexy as every other man on this planet seemed to. I wanted to know if he believed all of his praises of my postpartum body, which he seemed to be infatuated with and if they came close to how he perceived hers.
The most lewd curiosity was if she could make him lose control like I did. If he would claw her hips, shoulders or the back of her head the way that he did mine when I drove him crazy between my thighs or in my mouth.
Suddenly, I needed to recall myself.
I clicked off the television with the remote and turned toward Stenton, straddling his muscular frame. Creating a trail down his torso with my tongue, I shuffled down past his belly button and then his wiry bush of hairs until I hit the base of his penis. I felt him stir beneath me, even heard a moan. That incited my need to arouse him, to drive him crazy in the area Erika was so curious about.
I twirled my tongue around the bulbous head of his penis, loving the feeling of it swelling in my mouth. The smooth and thin skin encasing his steely erection felt superb against my tongue. As my hands wrapped around the base of him, the tip of my tongue probed at the opening of him, tasting the first discharge of his pre-essence. The creamy taste of his viscid fluid that I spread around him before swallowing drove me wild.
“Fuck, Zo,” Stenton stretched out, awakening from his reposed state.
His big hands curved around my bobbing head. And when a groan escaped him, I suctioned harder, sheathed my teeth even more. I worked him further in with each dip I took.
“Zo,” he cried out again and I felt supreme. It was petty of me, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel that I wasn’t a young amateur who seduced him and became an unexpected dependent by carelessly getting pregnant, changing his life forever. I wanted to be a skillful lover worthy of him being in my bed, so I took my time pleasuring him.
“I’m going to come, Zo. Come here,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
“Unn-unn!” I moaned. Then I pulled his wide crest from my mouth. “I want it here.” I countered and quickly took him in again, working him even more.