27/Danielle
I was barely home an hour when Chance came knocking at my door. Dammit, I’d been having so much fun I forgot all about fixing him dinner. As soon as I opened the door, he pushed inside and started looking around the room.
“Where have you been?”
I had to turn around at that because I was sure my daddy wasn’t in the room. “I went out for ice cream with my girl and her daughter.”
He gave a laugh and flicked his nose with his thumb like he didn’t believe me. “You sure you weren’t with yo other nigga?”
I rolled my eyes and flopped back on the couch so I could catch the end of my program.
“What, cat got your tongue?”
“Nope. I’m just not answering.” I tried to keep a straight face. I love when a man is jealous.
Chance took a seat beside me on the couch and rested a hand on my knee. I just continued to sit there popping my gum.
“That’s okay if you’re seeing someone else, just tell me.”
I jerked my head around. “I’m not fucking anyone but you.”
“I told you I wasn’t sharing.”
“Would you just shut up! Damn, it was cute for the first thirty seconds, but now you’re getting on my nerves.”
Chance started laughing, pushed me back onto the cushions, and started tickling me under my armpits.
“Stop!” I screamed. “Dammit, I said stop!”
“Nope. Not until you tell me you’re still my boo.”
“Yes, yes! I’m still your boo.”
He stopped and climbed on top of me. “That’s more like it.” His tongue slid between my lips, mating with mine. Then his lips moved to trail along my cheek where he whispered, “Don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t, baby.”
I hungrily kissed him back, stuck my hands beneath his shirt, and pulled it over his head.
My lips moved across his shoulders and traveled to his flat nipples, which I licked and nibbled until he was moaning.
I reached for his belt buckle, unfastened his pants, and reached inside for my prize and squeezed.
“Damn, baby, that feels good.”
“I know what would feel even better.”
“What?”
“You being inside me,” I cooed close to his ear.
Chance rose from the couch and I quickly removed my clothes, then moved back over to the couch. Chance frowned. He took my hand and pulled me up beside him, then kissed my lips.
“Come on, baby girl. We don’t want to mess up the upholstery. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
I felt a twinge of disappointment because it took away the spontaneity that comes with trying something new.
“How about we fuck on the kitchen counter?”
He gave me a look of disgust. “Near the food? Hell nah! Now come on, I’m horny as hell.”
He took me by the hand and we raced up to my room and fell on the bed together. Chance removed his clothes and rolled on top again.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered as he started kissing me again.
I could feel his beautiful dick pulsing against my inner thigh and my pussy clenched with excitement. That belonged to me.
His lips traveled downward and my nipples tingled as they waited for the contact.
“Aaah, that feels so good.”
There were no words to explain the way I felt by the time he slid inside my body. Chance started slow, then built up his strokes until they were long and deep. His entire body slammed against me and I locked my ankles around his waist and held on for the ride.
“Baby, I’m about to come. Eeeaaahhh!” he growled.
I had no control. My hips were rocking hard and I arched off the bed and knew the exact moment he came because he shot so hard inside me I felt its impact, followed by a hot, wet feeling.
He grunted inside my mouth and stroked hard while I squeezed my thighs tightly together and milked him for everything he had.
With one final breath, he collapsed on top of me, then rolled over.
“Danielle ...” I heard him say, then his voice purposely trailed off.
Knowing the routine by now, I rose from the bed and moved into the bathroom to get two towels. One to wipe him off and the other for us to lie on.
Chance smiled, pleased that I knew what he liked without him having to tell me. As soon as I was done, I snuggled my head under his arm, resting against his chest.
A smile was on my face.
“Tell me something about you that I don’t already know.”
“Like what?” he asked, sounding like he was suspicious.
“I don’t know... anything.”
“Okay, well, let me think a second.”
He was quiet, but I could tell he was thinking.
“I like lying in bed watching Lifetime Movies on Sundays.”
“Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe that shit. A man was actually admitting to watching those crazy-ass love stories. “So do I.”
“I guess we know how to spend a Sunday together.”
I grinned. “I guess we do.”
“Your turn. Tell me something about you.”
“I’m thinking about getting breast implants.”
“Why? I love your body the way it is, especially your breasts.”
I squirmed uncomfortably. “I don’t. I never have. I’ve just learned to live with it, but I’ve never accepted having such little breasts. I’ve been saving up for the last three years to get the surgery done.”
“Damn, that’s deep. I guess I need to be honest with you.”
He drew a deep sigh and I braced myself for what he was about to say. Damn, Renee was right. I should have checked his ass out on the Internet.
“What?” I asked impatiently.
“Okay, here goes ... I’m thinking about getting a dick implant for this little-ass dick I got.”
I raised up and stared at him. He tried to keep a straight face. I tossed a pillow at his head and he broke down with laughter.
“Be serious!”
Chance embraced me and kissed my lips. I don’t know what I expected to hear, but it definitely wasn’t that. I held on tight, loving everything there was about this man, wanting to know anything and everything there was to know.
“Have you ever been arrested?” I asked.
“What black man hasn’t?”
I had to laugh at that because it was true. “What were you arrested for?”
“Stupid stuff. Never anything that I had to serve time for. What about you?”
“Yep. Writing bad checks.”
“No shit?”
I sighed, hating to even bring up that time in my life.
“Yeah, my husband and I had split up and I was struggling trying to raise Portia with almost no help. I started writing checks to buy food and got myself in a mess. I had checks bouncing all over town. The prosecuting attorney’s office only gives you thirty days, and I couldn’t pay them all in time, so I was arrested.
I only had to stay in jail overnight, thank God, but it was long enough for me to know I never ever wanted to set foot in there again. ”
He pulled me into the circle of his arms and dropped his lips to the top of my head.
“Jail ain’t no place for a woman. Especially not my woman.”
I lay there and drifted off to sleep.
I don’t think I have anything to worry about.