Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale (9 page)

Dontae was correct. I did have his first child, and everyone knew it. His current lady would always come second to me, even if he was playing house with her. I’d been so stressed throughout the whole pregnancy that I forced the child to arrive prematurely. He was born four months early. Dontae’s parents and my mother were there for the delivery. Dontae arrived after the fact. Our son lived for three months in an incubator before he was called home.

“How you figure I ruined you?” he asked.

“You were my first love, Dontae. You fucked my head up, had me waiting on you, trying to replenish what you used to provide. I blamed myself for years for running you off. Regretted being away at school, thought I should have kept my ass at home and maybe I’d still have my man.”

“Don’t take the blame for my mistakes. You never did anything wrong. It was me thinking with my dick who screwed up. You deserve better than what I could ever offer.”

I dipped the last of my nachos in the cheese, placed them in my mouth, and swallowed the past. It was perfect timing. His sister skated over to where we sat, bringing his daughter with her. He introduced me to the child, but it was too painful to sit there pretending I wasn’t troubled, I politely excused myself.

Kendra, my cousins, and I left the skating rink. I dropped the girls off at home and swung by my mother’s house. She wasn’t home so I let myself in. I opened the freezer, grabbed some chocolate ice cream, sprinkled peanuts on top, grabbed the remote to the television, and plopped on her sofa. It wasn’t long before I dozed off.

• • •

I felt something pressing down on me. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. I was glad to open my eyes and see my mother standing there, covering me with a wool throw blanket.

“Hi, Ma. How long have you been home?” I asked.

“I just got home, baby.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay. I recognized you were in here when I heard you talking.”

I must have rolled over on the remote, turning the television off because she said it wasn’t on when she came in, and my mother always told me I talked in my sleep.

“What was I saying this time?” I asked.

“Girl, I couldn’t understand that foreign language you speak in your sleep.” She laughed. “Where’ve you been?”

“I took Kendra and the girls roller-skating.”

“Oh, you guys have a good time?”

“They did. I ran into Dontae again.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“What’s bothering you, love?”

“Nothing, Mom. How come you asked?”

“Girl, I know you better than you know yourself. Something’s up.”

My mother was so funny. She did know me the best. I wasn’t in a talkative mood though. I just chilled and popped in
Pitch Black,
her favorite movie staring Vin Diesel and a group of space travelers who land on what appeared to be a lifeless planet.

Chapter 9|

Troy’s arrival was perfect timing. I had made an appointment for us at a spa to kick back and relax in the Jacuzzi. I figured it would be a nice way to wind down after the flight, and it would give us time to enjoy each other.

“You look good, girlfriend,” Troy said as we hugged and kissed at the airport.

“Thank you, baby. So do you. I’m so glad to see you,” I said with a big Joker smile on my face. “How was your flight?”

“It was decent. Much shorter than I expected.”

“I’m glad.”

We talked and laughed as I drove to the Oasis Spa. I loved that place. The Jacuzzi suites had their own themes. Ours was on the Island of Oahu in Hawaii where we would experience tropical paradise. The whispering waters flowed down a volcanic waterfall while colorful birds and pineapple palms completed the Pacific island theme.

When we arrived, I handed the clerk my Kemistry CD. It was an eclectic array of soul, flavor, and sensuality. As we entered, our motion activated the music, and the themed room went into action. The Jacuzzi filled, and beautiful aromatic scents saturated the air. There was also a bed in the suite—if we made it that far.

I slid out of my little black dress and stood with my v-string panties from Victoria’s Secret and no bra. My body was svelte. I have 36DD breasts and tight-ass abs. I sashayed over to Troy and slowly undressed him. He joined me as I stepped into the Jacuzzi.

“I missed you,” he said.

“I missed you too,” I said, kissing him.

Our kiss was explosive and passionate. A few months apart seemed like forever. His hands were about my breasts, massaging them. The water was hot, but my pussy was hotter. I sucked in his bottom lip and enjoyed it in my mouth for a moment, savoring his taste.

Troy kissed down my chin, slowly encircling a nipple with his tongue before landing in that wet spot between my legs. He sucked and sucked, then his fingers loitered in my pussy, causing me to arch my back and sweetly exhale. I had been waiting for this.

I moved up and down on his hand, kissed, and fervently bit his neck as he reacquainted himself with my love. He lifted me so that my waist was just above the water. He dove into my pussy, and he sucked, nibbled, and licked it deliciously. Then he did some booty-licking shit where his tongue flickered like a butterfly in and out of my ass. He licked his lips, rinsed, and devoured me.

While his tongue engaged me, his hands explored my body, looking for his lost treasure. Troy struck platinum as his dick found its way into my pussy hole. The water was causing a pleasurable friction between us. He penetrated deeper into me, had me begging for more. I felt like I had hydraulics, the way Troy was hitting switches. I was biting his shoulder, attempting not to scream too loudly, respecting the spa’s policy, which stated no sex allowed. It was an odd policy because I’m sure everyone ignored it.

Troy lifted us from the water, his body still connected to mine. We landed on the bed where he flipped me over on my stomach. I loved how he controlled the motion. Even when he flipped me, we didn’t break stride. I was on my stomach, receiving him from the back. Not in the ass. Troy’s dick was too big to enter my anal cavity, and he never made the mistake of trying to slip it in the wrong hole like some niggas out there.

I raised up on my knees. Troy loved when I backed my ass into him, forcing his dick to reach the deeper depths of my pussy. My hips moved in a circular motion while he smacked me. His balls slammed into me as he moved in and out of my pussy. We flipped over. I reached back and massaged his balls while riding his dick until our skin was sore. When he came inside me, there was no barrier between us.

We were lying in the bed, enjoying the scent of good loving when we were startled by the intercom system.

“Would you like to extend your time?” the clerk asked.

“No,” I replied. “We’re leaving now.”

Troy and I quickly showered and left. We were hungry after that workout. We grabbed a bite to eat before heading to my place.

I didn’t have to worry about a thing while in Troy’s company. Money was never a factor. He had enough to give me everything I thought I wanted. I had my own money though, so it never influenced our relationship. Still, it was comforting to know he was financially secure.

Troy fell in love with my place. He thought my décor was nice.

“I love what you’ve done in your house,” he said, complimenting my style.

“Thanks.”

“The artwork is very nice, I especially like that picture,” he commented.

“Thank you. My mom picked that out for me. We have great taste,” I said, laughing. The portrait was set in the middle of the safari with beautiful elephants, giraffes, zebras, and cheetahs.

“You do,” he replied and pulled me in close for a hug.

“Let me show you the rest of the place.”

I gave Troy a tour of my house, showing him where the necessities—the bedroom and bathroom—were.

“Will I be sleeping in the living room?” he asked.

“You can’t be serious. We can sleep all over this place as long as we do it together.”

He smiled. “Of course, girlfriend.”

Both of us were tired and decided to take a quick nap before we enjoyed each other some more.

The week was to be filled with lovemaking and fucking. Troy had purchased two boxes of Durex condoms, and I intended to make him use every one. I had a huge king-size bed that was accompanied by mini-steps leading into the center. Troy climbed up on the bed and opened his arms for me to join him. I did. I thought I was dreaming, feeling Troy lying next to me. I kept reaching out to see if he was real. When I felt his toned body pressed against mine, I knew I wasn’t dreaming.

I rubbed against him slightly. His dick was partially erect. I had a remedy for that. While he slept, I disappeared under the sheets and wrapped my warm mouth around him. I loved how he tasted and felt inside me. I swallowed him like a vacuum, taking him halfway inside my mouth. As he stiffened, I swirled my tongue around his dick in a circular motion, setting the rhythm for his stride.

Troy was the first man with whom I’d been who wasn’t circumcised. Unlike in America, circumcision isn’t customary for West Indian males. Troy kept his dick clean, and I thought it was sexy how that extra layer of skin shielded what I cherished.

My oral massage ignited Troy, and he became rock hard. It was time to put in work. I climbed on top of him, slowly descending on his dick. My hips swayed back and forth, grinding him. Troy and I made love. It felt so sweet.

“The vibe feels different, right?” Troy asked.

“It does.”

“Do you think you can love me?” he asked.

“I do.”

For a moment, we just gazed as we stroked each other.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why could I love you?” I repeated, seeking clarity.

“Yes.”

“You’re a wonderful man, Troy. I enjoy spending time with you. I feel safe and protected when I’m around you. I love how you make me feel, and I share some of the visions that you have. I could see myself waking up to you and one day having your kids.”

Troy was listening to me, rubbing my face while I spoke.

“I could go on about why I can love you, but words can’t express the ecstasy you make me feel when you give your love to me.”

“I feel the same about you. It just seems strange because our relationship sparked from the pain of another.”

“Are you talking about Dallas?”

“Yeah.”

“Please. What happened between Dallas and me had nothing to do with you. Her pain was self-inflicted so the ultimate decision is will you get stuck in the past about how we met, or live for the future with me?”

Our intimate words sparked another rump session. Luckily, I stocked up on Guinness and Snickers. Something about the caffeine and sugar sent a rapture of energy to Troy’s dick. I learned from our first encounter to always have those two items on hand just in case Troy was around. That combination was tougher than Viagra.

• • •

The next morning, I prepared breakfast, serving Troy in bed. He had shown me nothing but love from the day we met. He was a hardworking brother, worthy of a nice home-cooked meal.

I preferred to dine out, but could cook my ass off. It was funny, I didn’t eat eggs but could make a mean omelet. I put cheese, diced tomatoes, onions, green peppers, and breakfast turkey in Troy’s and served it with hash browns, moist rolls, and a tall glass of orange juice.

Troy was appreciative of the meal and cleaned his plate.

Afterward, we bathe each other and ventured out. Troy wasn’t interested in sightseeing, but had done such a marvelous job showing me around New York, I felt compelled to at least show him some parts of Detroit.

We hung out on Detroit’s promenade down in Hart Plaza, looking over into Canada before driving to Belle Isle. I loved being by the water. I’d prepared a nice picnic basket full of deli-style sandwiches. We enjoyed lunch in the midst of each other’s presence, watching motorists out on their boats and jet skis.

Later that evening, Troy got an urgent phone call. Something happened on one of his job sites, and he had to get back, cutting his seven-day trip with me into a short three-day visit. It was down to the last twenty-four hours before Troy would be heading back to New York. I didn’t want him to leave and was already beginning to feel depressed.

When we returned to my house, I started preparing our dinner. Troy helped me set the table and peeled the potatoes. I was cooking red snapper marinated in scotch bonnet and fresh garlic with jerk shrimp, mashed potatoes, wild rice, veggies, plantain, and a cheesecake with cherry topping for dessert.

While the food cooked, we started a game of Scrabble, accompanied by a bottle of red wine. I didn’t have anyone with whom to play board games, so this was new to me. Troy was teaching me the concept of the game. I didn’t think it would be difficult. I could think of several words that I could create to beat Troy.

“This should be easy for you,” he said.

“Why is that?”

“Well, you’re the doctor. You know more words than I do,” he said and smiled.

I’d never been sure if my education bothered Troy. I had been to college, had my doctorate, and Troy hadn’t even graduated from high school.

“That doesn’t have anything to do with this game right here.” I laughed.

“Does it bother you?” Troy asked.

“What’s that?”

“That I didn’t finish high school,” he said.

“No. Does it concern you?”

“Sometimes. I’ve come so far with my business and all. I just feel like I don’t need a diploma or it doesn’t make sense to go back now.”

“The decision is yours, sweetie. I’m an advocate of education, so I would argue that it’s never too late to continue. You have to want it.”

His lack of credentials didn’t alarm me at this stage of my life. It wasn’t that I had settled, merely just grown and adapted my thought process to what was reality. Truthfully, a lot of decent men out there were overlooked because they didn’t have Harvard degrees. I wasn’t about to second-guess Troy. He knew how to treat me, and I respected him. He definitely wasn’t an ignorant man. He had created an empire with his business and was making it happen.