Chapter Twenty-One. #3
Danger held her close as he kissed her neck, trailing down to her shoulder and chest. In that moment, there was no argument or anger…
just the two of them under the warm water, seeking their way back to each other.
He took his time, cleaning every inch of her before his lips found her nipple.
She gasped softly, a sound that ignited a spark between them.
“Oooh,” Caresha’s brows knitted together. “Sss…”
“I’m hurting you or making you feel good?” Danger checked.
“B…both.” She whimpered.
He pulled back. Hurting her again was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Don’t stop.”
“You sho?”
“Yes.”
Danger’s heart raced from excitement as he lifted her other breast to please. The taste of her skin caused his dick to swell, pressing against her. He licked her nipple feverishly with the tip of his tongue while teasing the other between his fingertips, squeezing.
“Ohhhh, baby…” Caresha moaned louder as she gripped the back of his locs. “I... I missed you too.” She finally admitted, a state of bliss washing over her. “So much.”
The words sent Danger’s heart soaring as he suckled. He lifted her off her feet, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her back against the shower wall.
“Let me show you how much I missed you. I’ll be gentle.”
“Okay.” Caresha hung on to his every word, her eyes locked on his as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck at last.
The slight pain in her body and heart faded as she felt him bend his knees and enter her. The sensation of him took over, enveloping her completely. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the feeling of his dick filling her…stretching her…navigating the tightness of her walls.
“Aw, fuck.” Danger groaned, guiding her slowly up and down his length.
Beneath the showerhead, their foreheads pressed together, and they shared a passionate kiss, completely caught up in the moment.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Danger said again and again. “I was just fucked up ’cause I know I need you in my life.”
“I need you too.”
“Then prove it. Don’t leave me. Follow yo’ dreams right here…with me. You got me now. I’ll take care of you. You can quit your job, go to school here, and focus on getting your degree. I’ll cover whatever you need. What’s mine is yours.”
“Uhhhhh,” Caresha couldn’t even answer him. She was too busy saturating him with her juices. “Babyyyyyyyy. Oooooh, Deeee!”
At her cry and climax, Danger felt as if his soul had left his body.
He pumped her slowly, mindful of her injuries.
Life was torturing him. Every time they were intimate, it was shadowed by complications.
He craved to pull out and take her from behind, but her body wouldn’t allow it.
It was cool, though. Danger was overly satisfied with the pussy either way.
So much so, he was already on the verge of cumming.
“I’m ’bout to nut, ma.” He grunted, chest rising and falling. “Fuckkkk. This pussy here, dawg. I…can’t...”
No matter how hard he tried, Danger couldn’t stall his nut, couldn’t even pull out. Caresha’s kitty had him entranced. He shut his eyes, surrendering to the ecstasy of cumming inside her.
“Ree…awe, shit, baby.” Danger’s voice trembled as he filled her up, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He had to blink them bitches away. What the fuck? He thought as she milked him dry. He had never had kitty that made him cry before. This was sorcery.
When they finished in the shower, they lay in bed, his head nestled between her thighs, eating her pussy.
He didn’t give a fuck that she was still spotting from her period.
He ate her to the music playing lowly in the background on her television.
It felt as if Pandora had known his life at the moment and conspired to play the perfect love song.
“It's the Gemini in me, got split personalities.
It's Doctor Jekyll and Hyde with me, I'm a provider G.
Bills paid on the first you see, you keep a pocket full of currency.
You said you'd never leave. Now you tryna turn ya back on me.
I understand you got no trust in me but I'll change for you if you promise that you'll stay with me.
Please accept my apology.
‘My apology’ by Donell Jones told Danger’s exact thoughts as he lavished attention on Caresha’s pussy.
May 22, 1997.
Danger was a Gemini, and a switch in him often flipped.
His movements spoke volumes of his regret, though.
He wanted her to feel every ounce of his remorse, and with each flick of his tongue on her clit and gentle caress of her pussy lips, he made sure she understood just how deeply sorry he was.
It was as if he were savoring the last meal of his life, pouring everything he had into that moment until her cries of forgiveness filled the air.
“It's the Gemini in me.
Don't you leave.”
When Danger ventured lower to her backside, Caresha felt her world tilt.
Another moan escaped her lips, blending with the rhythm of the record, and Danger felt a rush.
He surfaced for air, hovered over her, and entered her.
Foreheads touching, they shared her essence in a kiss as he stroked her spot.
“B…baby, mmmmm…oooohhh…sss…oh, shit.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Danger’s concern flared as he noticed her eyes fluttering and bottom lip quivering. “You good? Am I hurting you?”
“I…I’m okay. Just feel like I gotta pee. Wait. Maybe I need to go back to the restroom.”
“You ain’t gotta pee, Ree. That pussy just about to explode. Hard. But even if I’m wrong and you do, I’m not coming out of you. Just release it. It’s all good.”
Nothing she did could ever disgust him; his admiration for her transcended that.
“Oh, Dee, babyyy.”
Overwhelmed with emotions, Caresha clawed at his back, her eyes rolling as she felt the wave building. Without warning, she exploded, and liquid surged forth, forcing Danger out of her.
“Shit,” he groaned, gazing down at the chaos. “Look at you. You a beautiful fuckin’ mess.”
A tear slipped down Caresha’s cheek as she watched him in a daze. She had never experienced anything like this before…this was far beyond just cumming. Taking deep breaths, she tightened her grip around his neck, kissing his lips.
“I want you to turn around for me. You think you can handle that?” Danger asked.
With her pain meds fully settled in her system and the high from their intimacy, Caresha felt ready to give him anything.
Slowly, she turned with his gentle guidance.
Danger positioned her, and when that arch was just right, he marveled at her chocolate-covered skin, so beautiful against the pink of her pussy.
He nearly lost his mind as he slid into her.
“Damn it,” he mumbled, gripping her hips, watching how she swallowed him.
Danger began with slow, deep strokes, gradually increasing the intensity.
Each time his pelvis met her cheeks, he lost it and a deep grunt escaped his lips.
He became so lost in ecstasy that his hand found its way to the back of Caresha’s hair, gripping the roots as his balls smacked against her.
He was rawdogging her…fucking the shit out of her.
“Hold on, Dee. Ahhh.” Her voice eventually pierced through the haze, urging him to ease up a bit.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Danger responded, brows knitting together in concentration as he slowed down. He loosened his grip, wrestling control from the beast within.
Ignoring the soreness in her neck and shoulders, Caresha turned her head slightly, locking eyes with him.
They stared at each other for a while, and she lost it again at the sight of Danger.
His upper lip curled as his abs flexed with every movement.
His bun was slightly disheveled, with a few locs hanging loose.
His dark lips, framed by his beard, and the artwork inked across his chest were too much for her to handle.
And just when she thought the sex couldn’t get any better, Danger pulled more tricks from his bag, showing her how a real nigga got down.
With one hand, he eased his thumb into her ass, while his other hand moved to the front, the tip of his middle finger teasing her clit—all while still fucking her.
That was it. Caresha came hard again, and it didn’t take long for him to follow.
“Shittttttttt, Ree, baby.” Danger gasped, releasing deep inside her.
“Hassannnnnn…” Caresha shouted, fully aware her neighbors might hear her through the thin walls. But she didn’t give a fuck. She was making amends with her nigga.