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“Nice to meet you as well.”He smiled and pulled me further into him.
Instead of my friend helping me, she gave me the wiggly eyebrows and smiled big.
Great, there would be no assistance there.
“Nice to meet you as well,” Alexus finally chimed in.“Maybe, I'll see you again.”
“Maybe,” he whispered in my ear as he ushered me towards the door.
“Hey Devin,” I smiled at my new friends, who were snuggled together against the bar.
“Hey, Camila,” He smiled.“You done corrupting my Alexus?”
“Oh, those trainings have just begun.”I pursed my lips and wagged my finger between the two of them.
Devin shook his head and laughed while dropping it, so their foreheads were touching.
“Have fun,” he called after us since Chris had his arm within mine as we made our way to the door.
“You too,” I yelled back as the brisk air hit my face.
Once we were outside of the noisy bar, I exhaled and turned to look at the man whose arm was interlocked with mine.
His eyes were low but full of wonder as that silly smirk rose on his face.
“You're going to be a handful, aren't you?”He finally asked although the question was rhetorical.
“Hmm,” I murmured.
The man did not lie, he was literally three blocks away from the bar, so it didn’t take us long before we reached his place.There was no chance to get a good look at anything because Chris pounced on me as soon as the door closed.
I don’t know what the hell they taught him at hippie school, if there was such a thing, but he sure in the hell knew how to kiss.His kisses had my body on fire, and my panties were so wet that it felt like I was drowning in the Red Sea.
First, he had me up against the very door, he just closed with his foot.That tongue of his had invaded my mouth and damn if I wasn’t fighting for domination.Chris won but he was also a worthy opponent, especially when I felt his elongated member against my thigh.
Holy shit.
My leg wrapped around his waist so I could feel more of his hard cock, right where I needed it.Chris did not disappoint when he wrapped his arm around my thigh, hoisting my entire body up against him.This led us to the bedroom, which resulted in us getting naked, and after that long and thick weapon of his was covered with protection; he rocked into me what seemed like the entire night.
Three orgasms later, one water break and one stretch to prevent a cramp in my calf, we both fell on the bed, completely exhausted.The man was an excellent lover and those skills were not what I wanted to become addicted to at this point in life.
I just couldn’t.
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I didn't claim the walk of shame anymore.Shit, it was the walk of fame.In my head, I’d like to think I put it on him so bad, he was still knocked out while I was leaving.All I needed was a red carpet, and it was hence, the walk of fame.
With my heels in hand, I strode out the room, down the staircase of his second floor condo, and out into the cool morning as the sun began to show its rays.
It was breathe-taking and utterly beautiful.That was another reason I coined it the walk of fame.The morning dew glistening on the green grass, the orange sky awaiting what has been held for the day, and the reminder that my lack of producing is a small minute thing in the grand spectrum of the universe.Sometimes, that realization helped me center my goals and other times, it makes me cry.
There was no one on the BSL bus, and since my place was only fifteen minutes away, the solitude was enough.Doing my usual “the morning after” routine, I let a tear fall and went to clean off the residue of the night before but stopped when my mind went back to my time with Chris.It wasn't anything that I felt before.The intimacy was off the charts, and I was more of a “wham, bam, thank you sir” type of person.There was some merit to what the man said.It was totally different after having an engaging conversation and hot as hell.We were in tune and that most definitely never happened.Not even with my ex-husband when I was in love.
We tried and tried to have kids and soon, sex was less about the euphoric feeling and more of a duty.It never got back to that good loving all the songs spoke about.Sex even grew to be nonexistent, when we realized that I was the one that couldn't have the kids.
I knew some people wanted me to get over it and not flippantly throw it in the conversation like a wet towel, but what people did not know was that I was hurting.More than I could ever express to anyone.Shit, more than I would admit to my own damn self.
