“That’s the nicest shit you’ve ever said to me, Bee.”
Snickering, I leaned down and kissed his lips. “I’ve told you I love you.”
“I love you is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me. Otherwise, that mouth can be mean as fuck.”
This time, I threw my head back and laughed. He used that opportunity to attack my neck. I squealed as we tipped over on the carpet. Laying on top of him, I sought his lips out again, then tipped my glass to pour the rest of my drink into his mouth. He swallowed it, then licked his luscious lips. I sat my glass aside and placed his glass next to mine.
His dick was hard against my abdomen, and the way I felt, I wanted to provide him some relief. Trailing my hands down his chest, I sat up, positioned myself between his thighs and tugged at the waist band of his lounge shorts. The front door openingand closing signaled that the chef had seen himself out to give us some privacy.
Antonias’s eyes darkened as I slowly removed his lounge shorts. His dick jutted up and curved nicely to the right. He removed his shirt as the fire in his eyes intensified. Palming his thick, long dick, I became familiar with his soft skin and each vein that protruded from it. I’d never had sex before. Neither had I ever given a man head. And somehow, I wasn’t nervous or afraid to learn my man and what he liked. I would do anything for him.
“Will you direct me, Antonias?”
As I stroked him, the first signs of his body’s flavor seeped from the tip of his bulging, round head. He nodded and his lids lowered dangerously as I bent to have my first taste of him.
His body jerked as I slowly swiped my tongue over him. I expected him to taste just as good as he looked, and I wasn’t disappointed. He hissed as my tongue explored him, to learn where any of his sensitive spots were. I didn’t get far. He tugged my hair and groaned as I put him out of his misery.
Wrapping my mouth around him, I watched his facial expressions to determine if I was pleasing him correctly. I sucked up and down and used my hand to assist me. The deeper he groaned, the wetter I made his dick.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbled.
His teeth caught his bottom lip, and he snarled as I sucked, then swirled my tongue around the base of his head. One of his spots were tucked there. My tongue touched it again, causing his head to fall back against the carpet.
His fingers pushed through my hair to move the strands out of my eyes. He lifted his head up to look into my eyes.
“You wanna taste some more of me, baby?”
Slurping and suctioning him more, that was exactly what I wanted. His hands cupped my face as he relaxed his head again.
“Deep throat me,” he demanded.
Removing my hand, I did what he asked, taking his dick to the back of my throat. Gagging on it didn’t stop me. Especially when he nearly came out of his skin.
“Ooh, shit!” he exclaimed. Sweat dotted the muscles and tattoos all over his chest, and all I could think was that I was making him this hot. Encouraged, I stroked and gagged on him until my saliva pooled around his dick.
“Taste me, Bee,” he panted. Seconds later, his dick jerked in my hand. Drinking from him was easier than I thought. Surprised that I was able to keep it up, I mentally patted myself on the back.
Later that evening, Antonias and I were back on the balcony, watching the sunset. Finally, he opened up about Shyah.
“I’ve never really stopped to think that everything happens for a reason. However, this situation has taught me some shit. If we weren’t what we are now, I would’ve never confronted my past. Freeing Uriah allowed me to learn that Shyah exists. She looked timid but healthy. I can’t go off what I went through to save her. She’s older than I was and seemed…okay.”
“But?”
“Shelookedhealthy, but her eyes and the fact that she didn’t write my number down makes me feel some type of way.”
I asked, “What should we do?”
He sighed heavily and pulled me closer. “Hope she calls.”
We stayed on the balcony until the sun fully set. Watching the fireworks light up the sky as New Year’s approached was how we spent the rest of our night.
February…
Entering Dr. Bell & Associates holding the hand of my first and only love took away some of the anxiety I felt about seeing Dr. Cartright for my post-surgical visit. Seven weeks ago, I experienced the worst night of my life. The fear of death touched me in a way that made me apprehensive to even enter the very place I’d worked at for years. I helped save lives, and now here I was, shaking like a leaf walking inside here.
Everyone clapped and hugged me as if they hadn’t seen me at the Christmas party. Still, I hugged each one of them tightly. As apprehensive as I was about stepping through those doors, I was happy to be here and around people who genuinely cared for me.
My office looked untouched but there wasn’t a speck of dust in sight. The drapery covering the floor-to-ceiling window was pulled back to allow natural lighting to come in, and there were at least ten dozen bouquets of flowers stuffed inside the large space.
