“What… What is it?” I asked, out of breath but slightly concerned.
Shio shook his head. “Don’t make no sense how good you taste. How wet you are… You shouldn’t be this fuckin’ wet.”
“Why not? Maybe I am just different from the others.” I sassed. I didn’t know anything about how the vagina worked and what different vaginas had from woman to woman.
Instead of replying, he kissed me down there again, and I jumped.
“Aite, baby. I’m done.”
He stood, but I grabbed his hand. “Shio. Do not go. I want to… I want to do this.”
“Nah. You ain’t ready, Solana. Save that shit for the nigga you marry.”
“I do not care about him. Whoever he is… If I even marry. I care about right now, and right now I want this.”
He ran his hand down his face as I grabbed at the hem of his shirt. He dropped his hands and pulled his shirt over his head, causing my hands to graze his lower abs.
Dark chocolate.
Eight pack.
Biceps.
Triceps.
Tattoos. So many tattoos.
“If we do this shit, it won’t feel like the other shit. It’s not going to feel good to you. As a matter of fact, it’s going to hurt. Even if we go more than one round, it still may hurt. It could be days, weeks, or months before you can appreciate how it feels. Plus, as fucked up as it sounds, Solana, baby… This won’t change anything between us. We…”
He paused as he sighed and rubbed his hand down his face. “We just not ready for each other.”
We weren’t. As much as I wanted us to be, we were not ready to be anything more to one another. As put-together as Shio seemed—both how he appeared and how he felt—he hadunresolved issues just like I did. My focus needed to be on organizing my life now that I’d kicked the drug addiction. But us not being ready for something permanent didn’t mean I couldn’t satisfy the part of my body that had been craving this. I had been yearning for this since the day I walked out of the bathroom and saw Uriah pleasuring him. Us having sex now would be no different than us doing it the night he caught me in the closet. I had plans to give it to him and then move on with my life. I could still do the same thing now.
“Will it feel good to you?”
His eyes lowered. His lips were moist with my juices, and he made no attempt to clean my cum from his mouth. “Hell yeah.”
“Well, that is all that matters. You have made me feel good. It is your turn. Come, please.” I patted the bed.
I knew what I was asking for. I knew it would hurt, especially because of Shio’s size. When we were in the tub, when he was blind, and in the shower when he came over, I had seen how massive his penis was. I tried to block it out, knowing I may never have the opportunity to feel him, but now that I could, I was as prepared as I could be for the feeling I would have when he entered me.
I watched as his hands lowered to his waistband. I closed my eyes right before his fingers hooked inside the basketball shorts. I even kept them closed as the bed dipped under his weight, and he climbed up my body, pushing me back onto the bed.
“Solana…”
He grabbed my hands and pushed them above my head. My eyes sprang open, coming face to face with the handsome Shio. He hovered over me, nose to nose, and our lips were only inches from each other.
“Don’t beg, baby. Lesson number five. You ain’t ever, ever gotta beg for shit when it comes to me.”
“It doesn’t feel that way,” I whispered.
He searched my eyes for something. I didn’t know what it was, but I returned the look. “Lesson number nine. Always say what’s on your mind. And pair that shit with lesson number four and say it confidently.”
“Is it not a little too late for lessons? You’vebeenasking me what’s on my mind.”
“Yeah, but not like this.” His breath tickled my face. I could smell myself on him, and instead of it grossing me out, it turned me on.
“Okay. I think I am about to start my period.”
