by Angel Rose
his daughter. When he’s loving you, he’s taking that little piece of your heart that only belongs to me…and I can’t deal with that.” He looked up at me, his eyes lustrous and his beautiful heart-
shaped lips tightened into a straight line. I wanted to jump across the table, grab him, and kiss him hard. “I’m sorry baby, this has to be love because I can’t let anyone get in our way…not even
Dave.” I leaned over the table and kissed him gently on the lips. He kissed me back, holding my face in his hands, looking at me with pure love in his eyes, and then slowly, he parted his lips and
gently slid his tongue in my mouth, swirling his tongue with mine. Oh, how delicious he is. I could swirl my tongue in his mouth forever.
“Michael…I don’t know what to say,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Say that you love me, too, that you’re mine. I want to hear that you are only mine, and that no one will ever come between us. Say it baby, I need to hear you say it.” He gazed into my eyes and I fell under his spell.
“I’m yours Michael and no one will ever come between us…ever.” I smiled at him and kissed the palm of his hand. I even forgot we were sitting in a diner. I lost all sense of time. I didn’t care who was staring and what they were whispering about. He loved me and that’s all that mattered.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
We walked hand in hand down 68th and park straight to central park. I felt him telling me that he loved me made our relationship official and I wanted to share everything with him. Everything.
***
Michael and I met up with an old buddy of his, Eddie, and his girlfriend, Tilly, for dinner that night. I guess he wanted me to meet the people in his life that were important to him. Though he didn’t mention it, it seemed as if Eddie and Tilly were his only friends. I found that hard to believe.
He was a lawyer and had contact with people of all the time. I guess its true when they say you can count on one hand all of your true friends and he couldn’t stop talking about Eddie.
We met at a quaint restaurant in the village. It was cozy and quite dark. We walked towards the back of the restaurant and Michael stopped at a table near the kitchen.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Michael said as he stood in front of this handsome man. “I didn’t think you would show up,” he said jokingly. “I’m sorry I’ve been out of the loop bro…we’ve been really busy with the business and everything.” I assumed that was Eddie and he reached out and
grabbed Michael’s hand, then stood up and gave him a chest to chest hug. Michael then looked over at, I presumed, was Tilly.
“Michael, it’s so good to see you again, it’s been a while,” Tilly said in her British accent as she kissed him on the cheek. Her beauty blew me away. She had long golden shiny locks of hair that
were softly curled and fell around her shoulders. Her light blue eyes sparkled in the dim light and she had a perfect body to match. I never met such a beautiful woman before besides Dr. Logan, and I have to say I was a little intimidated by her good looks and her accent.
“Tilly, Eddie, this is Jenesis…my future wife,” he said proudly as he placed his arm around my waist kissing my nose.
“Nice to meet you Jenesis. Eddie did you call Margaret? Michael tells me you know Margaret.” She extended her hand out to me. I glanced over at Michael. How does she know Margaret? That means she knows Dave as well.
“Michael, she’s beautiful,” I heard her whisper.
“Yeah...I did and Margaret and her new boyfriend are supposed to show up” He said as he looked at his cell phone. “She is beautiful. Where did you find her? She’s definitely not someone I’m used
to seeing you with. She seems…nice…not your type at all.” Eddie’s eyes met mine and he winked at me. I glanced over at Michael whose face was serious.
“Eddie, that’s extremely impolite. Where are your manners?” she scolded him in front of us. “I’ve known Margaret for years, since I was a little girl. She lived in England for a while. She was a
neighbor to my Aunt Abigail in Cambridge. It’s a small world isn’t it, Michael?” Tilly said as she motioned with her hand for us to join them at the table. She waved to get the waiters attention.
“Yes it is…and Eddie…I found Jenesis in a place where you weren’t looking.” Michael laughed and sat near Eddie.
“Wine?” Tilly asked me.
“A glass of white zinfandel, please,” I said staring at her beautiful face.
She ordered our drinks and ordered two Coronas for Eddie and Michael. They sat and talked about high school, college, and anything else they could remember. It was nice seeing Michael
comfortable and happy around his friends. He looked so beautiful sitting across from me and while he spoke to Eddie, he glanced at me from time to time with those stunning eyes, sending me
messages and making my mind race, thinking about what’s to come. He didn’t have to say a word to me, I knew what he was thinking, and I wanted the same.
Tilly ordered the last round of drinks. I was feeling tipsy and I was ready to go home. Michael practically lived in my apartment. Funny thing is, it’s been a couple of months, and I’ve never been to his apartment. It just never came up and he never invited me.
“It was a good thing Margaret didn’t show up,” I said softly to Tilly.
“Why is that?” she asked curiously.
“Because her boyfriend is my boss and my best friend and… Michael hates him,” I sighed.
“Oh my…however do you keep your friendship with Margaret and Dave?” she asked sipping on her drink and shaking her head.
“It’s hard. I’ve been trying to keep the peace.” I smiled but deep down inside it hurt that I needed to even say that to her.
“Well, I’m sure Eddie and I can help you. I think Eddie knows
Dave…Eddie don’t you know Dave?” She turned to Eddie and Michaels face dropped.
“Yeah, I know him. I don’t particularly like him, though,” Eddie said as he faced Michael.
“See, I’m not the only one.” Michael nodded his head.
“Anyway, cheers! To new love and old ones…and to new friendships.” She stood up and raised her glass, we all clanked our glasses together and then Tilly walked up to Eddie and kissed him on the lips.
Michael grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his lap. “Give me that little nose” I leaned in and he kissed my nose then looked at me,
“What?” I whispered.
“Thanks for loving me Jenesis. It’s been a long time since I’ve been happy…I mean really happy with someone.” He smiled and winked at me.
“There’s more to come.” I kissed him on the lips.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.
We got up and gathered our things and Michael called the waiter over to pay the tab.
“It was so nice seeing you again, Tilly. You should make a date to meet with Jenesis and Margaret.” Michael kissed her on her cheek goodbye. I was jealous and just seeing his lips touch
her cheek infuriated me. I could feel the green-eyed monster in me coming out as she smiled at him.
“Will do, Jenesis, let’s exchange numbers. I’ll call Margaret and set up a brunch date for next week,” Tilly said. We grabbed our cell phones and exchanged numbers.
“Oh wait, it’s perfect. We could all have brunch together on Sundays. We can start our own little tradition,” I said happily.
“Perfect!” she shouted. We left the restaurant, hailed a cab, and went back to my apartment. I wanted to make this night special for him. I wanted to open a new door for us and I wanted to give him the best present ever.
We entered the apartment and I walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne that I had in the fridge and plenty of ice to cool us off. I asked him to open the bottle as I went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I wanted him to see me in a different
light. I wanted to
seduce him and make him want me, beg for me. I was so nervous though. Michael is older than me and so experienced. I could tell by his kiss and the way that he touches me every
time we’re together, he makes me feel like I’m floating in the heavens and he’s the only man that can bring me back down to Earth.
Michael opened the bottle of champagne as I changed into a beautiful black-laced teddy with a matching lace thong underneath with my slinky silver pumps I wore that night at the gallery. I could hear the cork pop and drop onto the kitchen floor tiles. I looked at myself in the mirror that
hung behind the closet door. I stared at myself, wearing a sheer laced black teddy with a sheer lace thong. My breasts were round and full and my nipples stood in attention as I imagined pressing
my body against his. I placed my hands over my breasts palming them gently then sliding my hand across my flat abs. I turned to look at my perfectly round bottom and the lace that nestled in
between both cheeks. I felt beautiful and sexy, but I also felt ashamed. A memory of my father flashed before me.
“You look like a whore!” That’s what my father said to me the day I was getting ready for prom. I remember wearing a skin-tight black lace sleeveless dress with ruffles on the bottom. My mother yelled at him, “How could you say that to her!” and My father turned around and smacked the
camera right out of her hand then, back smacked her across the mouth causing her to bleed and fall against the living room table.
“What the fuck are you looking at? Get the fuck outta my house!” he yelled at my prom date, Allen, who ran towards the door as fast as he could. He tripped in the foyer as my father kicked
him right in the ass as he struggled to get up from the floor. My father pushed him out of the house and he ran for his life. He was nowhere to be found. I sat with my mother on the floor as I picked
up the camera that broke into pieces, and then I helped her walk to the bathroom and locked the door. I took some toilet paper and wiped her mouth. Then ran cold water over a washcloth and
held it against her bloody lip. She was crying, not because she was hurt, but because she knew he ruined my prom. I looked at her as if “mom its okay don’t worry” but she knew better. Then we
heard a bang on the door. “No prom for you bitch! Go to your room, whore!” He yelled at me as I cried and cursed him to die underneath my breath.
“Baby, are you coming out of there any time soon?” Michael knocked on the door. I was startled and turned quickly towards the door covering my body with my hands. My heart began to race. I didn’t answer him.
I quickly was brought back to the present and tried hard to bury that memory far in the back of my mind. I needed to be with Michael, fully, completely…calmly. I’m not a whore, I’m not a whore, I chanted to myself. I opened the bedroom door and walked towards the living room. As he poured
a glass of champagne, I strolled over to him…slowly. I picked up the glass from the table and whispered seductively in his ear,
“Here’s to making it official…I love you.”
He was stunned when he saw me; his face blushed as he stared at me up and down concentrating on my breasts with a seductive smirk on his face.
His blue-green eyes burned with desire…for me. I was nervous, really nervous. This was it. There was no turning back. He pulled me down gently to the couch staring directly in my eyes. I already felt the heated passion between us, I lifted my eyes to him, and before I could speak he said,
“I love you, Jen. I loved you the moment I saw you in the elevator, I loved you more when you slammed into my chest. I wanted to hold you that day and never let you go.” The sincerity in his
voice penetrated right through my soul. My heart danced and I felt like my life just started at the very moment he told me he loved me.
“I love you, more.” The words rolled off my tongue flawlessly. I loved him wholeheartedly, with every part of my body and soul.
His eyes always made me blush, they were so intense and so beautiful, and I was hypnotized. He took me by the hand and placed the throw blanket and pillow from the couch onto the floor. We
kneeled in front of each other and he said, “You can’t imagine how I feel…I’ve never felt this way before…Jenesis…I need you in my life, I need to make love to you and show you how I feel.”
I smiled seductively at him and as he stood up slowly, I sat back against the couch to watch the strip tease show begin. He undressed himself deliberately slowly…unbuttoning each button on his
silk light gray shirt and pulling it gradually out of his pants. He kept his blue-green eyes locked on me, spreading apart those heart- shaped lips, giving a slight exhale of air as he removed his shirt.
I couldn’t move. For the very first time I felt special…I felt loved…I felt wanted. I meant something to someone. The heat in my body ignited as I watched him take off his shirt. His
mouthwatering tight chest was exposed and my breathing increased to a rapid pace. I could imagine his hard tense body against mine as my warm skin pressed firmly on his chest. Michael had the
body of a Greek God. His chiseled physique boasted a powerful blow to my imagination and all kinds of dirty thoughts were running through my mind. He was perfect and he knew it; the way he
stood tall, hovering over my body; the way he watched me before sliding his hands down his chest and over his six pack which was magnificently sculptured. His chest and shoulders were molded
statuesquely. My mouth watered as he slid his hands on the sides of his boxers and gently pushed it down below his knees as his erection sprung into my presence, shocking my eyes with his huge manhood in my face. I couldn’t resist and I leaned forward to take a taste of it. It was warm against
my lips, solid to the touch, and I sucked on him gently as I stroked him up and down with my hand from his tip to his shaft. He placed his hand on my head, pushing my hair back as I continued to
suck on him firmly, swirling my tongue in little circles over his tip, tasting his salty precum and sliding my tongue up and down his shaft; my head moving up and down as he guided me with his
hand, then he pushed himself into my mouth, deep until he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed hard. He tasted so good. I continued rolling my tongue around his tip again and again, gliding up
and down, and then down to his sac. He was moaning in pleasure and panting from the excitement. His beautiful eyes were closed, and he used his hips to shift his warm, solid manhood in and out
of my mouth. He slowly pulled out leaving me begging for more, and then he gently lifted my chin with his hand. He kneeled down before me and whispered,
“You look so beautiful. I want you Jenesis, I want you now.”
He laid me on the throw blanket on the floor near the couch. He cupped my face into his hands and licked my lips with his tongue before slowly pushing his way into my mouth, swirling his
tongue wrapping it around mine. It was the most sensual kiss I ever had and he didn’t care that I had his pre-cum in my mouth. We kissed passionately as he slowly slid the straps of my black-
laced teddy off of my shoulders letting it slip down past my breasts. He released my lips and leaned over me, pushing me back slightly, gently caressing my breasts. He then grabbed them, pushing
them together, sliding his tongue over both nipples while sucking on them softly. My nipples hardened as he sucked and tugged on them tenderly.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted nothing more than to give myself to him and yet, I felt I still wasn’t ready. My head fell back and my hair swung in
the air as I arched my back and I pushed up against him. My hand slowly stroking him up and down, his juices flowing onto my hand making him slide up and down between my fingers. My
heart was pounding against my chest, I felt like I could barely breathe from the excitement. I stared at him as his head went down nuzzling his nose into my belly button licking it and s
wirling his
tongue in tiny circles and I began to tremble. My heart was beating hard as he gently removed my thong squeezing my ass with his hands at the same time. Oh my God! I’m going to explode.
“It’s ok, I’ll go slowly, I promise. I won’t hurt you,” he said as the heat from his body radiated onto mine. He slowly touched me between my legs, pressing the palm of his hand against my wet love; he then took his fingers and slid them across his lips.
“Hmmm…you taste so good.” I thought I would have a heart attack. I pushed up against him, sliding my wet love against his hard manhood.
“Lay down, baby. I want to taste you…to feel you…to love you…all of you,” he said as he pressed his hands against my shoulders.
He slid his finger inside of me, gently, slowly. I was tight, and he felt it.
He pulled out his finger slowly and licked his way down to my thighs between my legs. I cringed as his mouth met my moist flesh and I pushed gently against his mouth. The flickering of his soft
tongue against me released more moisture into his mouth. He gently used his lips and tongue to suck and lick me until he could feel me starting to come apart. I never felt pleasure like this. His
tongue was like a weapon of mass destruction and I was ready to detonate on contact. I moved my body away from him; he looked up at me and smiled,
“Don’t let go yet, baby. Hold on…” He leaned over my body and I looked up at him with fear. I was so nervous. I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t know what to do or what to expect. He leaned
over me and kissed me gently tugging on my bottom lip. I reached up to touch his face, he grabbed my hands gently and pinned them softly against the floor.
“I need to be inside of you…right now Jenesis…are you ready, baby?” I was so turned on I closed my eyes in delight. He made me feel so wanted…so loved. I still had my slinky silver pumps on
my feet and the heat from my body began to turn up. My flesh was throbbing for him. The blood flowing in all of the right places and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was breathing hard as he