“Shit…” He let his breath out slowly. I could see he was amused with my fascination. He brought the joint to his lips and took another long pull, his face disappearing into another cloud of smoke, and my eyes fell back down to watch his cock swell up and dwarf that big hand of his.
I shuddered. How the fuck did he know how to do this to me?
His eyes were assaulting me – piercing me – as soon as the smoke cleared. “Show me your pussy.” He sounded dead serious.
I sucked my breath in, as I felt myself get wet. “No.”
I saw his eyes go wide in the moonlight. “No?”
“You don’t deserve to see my pussy.”
That made him laugh – in that soft sexy way of his. “I just finish fuckin’ your pussy like twenty minutes ago,” he reminded me softly, still pulling up steadily on that swollen cock of his.
I smoothed his blanket down over my hips. “I know,” I admitted. “That’s ‘cause I needed it.”
“Hmm…” He sighed softly, his smile fading, as he stared me down. “How was it?” he asked me so softly, as I watched the head of his cock swell and glisten as he slid his thumb up over the tip, polishing it with a drop of his come…
My blood rushed at the sight. “It was perfect,” I whispered. I licked my lips and nodded my chin at the body lotion resting on top of the little table next to his chair. “You should use some of that.”
He sucked his teeth at me, laughing softly yet again. “Damn, baby…”
“I’m serious,” I insisted.
He licked his lips ever so slightly. “Ya waan lie there and watch me whack off, baby?” he wanted to know, matter-of-factly.
I laughed softly. “Yes,” I admitted, seriously.
He took another long pull on his joint and then killed the roach. “An ya nah waan show mi nothin’?” he added then, slipping into that sexy patois, grabbing the bottle from the table so smoothly, and slowly squeezing a drop into the palm of his hand, keeping his eyes firmly glued on me the whole time.
My body was aching…dripping… I had never in my life been this brave with a man. I had always waited to be told what to do in bed – and in truth, that was what I loved about Ben – but it had also always been safer. But now I knew I didn’t have to be safe with Ben anymore. He would protect me no matter what…
I ran my fingers across my nipple and licked my lips for him again. “Maybe later.”
He cupped his balls with the palm of his wet hand then, massaging slowly, as he stared back at me. “What kinda man you think can sit five feet away from you, Gabby, and just play wit himself, and not come touch you?” he asked me slowly, in that deep sexy voice of his.
I thought about that. He was right. Most men wouldn’t.
“A man that wants to give me what I want,” I said finally. “For a girl who used to play with herself and orgasm on the phone to someone who could have been talking about the fucking weather…I think I may need a bit of an ego boost,” I added sweetly.
He smiled at that, his arousal giving way to a little dose of affection, and it made my heart flutter. “So you waan me to return the favour, huh?” he wanted to know, his voice just dripping sex yet again. He pulled up hard on his cock, the length becoming so slick and wet, it shone back in the moonlight.
I jumped. “Oh fuck, baby.” I sucked my breath in.
“Awright, girl, I need ya to tell me ‘bout the weather then…” he commanded softly, stroking a little faster for me.
I laughed softly, sliding my hand up between my tits as they pressed and rubbed up against each other. My nipples were so hard and swollen. “It’s getting a little hot over here, baby,” I admitted.
He smiled, keeping up the pace for me, sucking his breath in slowly. “Í hope it rains…”
“You want to see me get all wet, baby?”
“Hmm…” He sighed softly, still stroking steadily. “I cyan come unless you wet, baby…” He grabbed the lotion again and squirted a ridiculous amount all over his abs as I sucked my breath in, just watching him. He began rubbing it all over his skin, from his belly, down over his thick, hard cock and between his legs. “Y’see now I haffe try make my hand feel like your pussy,” he explained slowly, still teasing me with that deep sexy voice. He sucked his breath in as he squeezed his cock and began stroking for me again. “This is fuckin’ ridiculous, Gabby…”
I was dripping for him so badly but I did my best to keep myself composed. He really had me going. “That’s so hot, Ben…” I whispered, just staring back at him.
“Play with those titties for me, baby,” he demanded suddenly, his eyes glued tightly to my chest. “I can’t do this all by myself.”
I licked my lips. “Yes, you can,” I whispered, but cupped my breasts for him then, squeezing them and pushing up, sliding the tips of my fingers across my nipples.
“Shit…” He sighed softly, pumping his cock a little faster for me. “Stick your tongue out and lick your nipples.”
“Damn, Ben…” I moaned softly. He was getting too demanding, but I did as he asked, my nipples just reaching the tip of my tongue, and I went back and forth between them a few times, slicking them up with my wet mouth.
“Mmm…” He groaned softly, just staring me down and picking up the pace on his throbbing pole. I could hear the steady squish of that wet lotion as he kept jerking his cock for me. “That’s right, Gabriela…come over here and let me fuck those tits for a bit…”
Oh shit, he had me so wet. I nearly gave in – I wanted his body so badly I could have screamed – but I held fast. “No,” I said simply. I lay my head back down, pulling my hair back and letting it hang off the edge of his pillow as I turned my face back to watch him. “Keep going, Ben, I want to watch you explode all over yourself,” I whispered, biting my lip and reaching my hand down under the blanket and between my legs.
“Fuck…” Ben groaned, and then his eyes dropped down to watch his cock, as he picked up the pace yet again – going hard now – jerking it with so much force, I watched the muscles in his arms and chest flex and tighten, even in the semi-darkness. Then, just like that, he eased up just a bit as his eyes focused back on me again. I could see it in his expression. He was starting to lose his patience with me.
It gave me a sudden rush and I started rubbing my clit faster then, hiding it all from him under that blanket.
“I should go shove this big black cock straight down your throat, Gabby…” His kept his voice low as he growled his disapproval at me.
Oh, he had me spinning now. I squirmed. “Shit, baby…that’s right, keep going,” I urged him, my pussy on fire now. I pulled my wet fingers from between my legs and slid them teasingly across my tongue. “Tastes good…”
He narrowed his eyes, speeding up yet again. “Suck those fingers, Gabby…open ya mouth up for me, come on…” He groaned again.
I closed my lips around my two fingers and sucked slowly, then pulled them out all the way and slipped them back down between my legs. I was panting now too as I just stared back at him – at that hard, throbbing chocolate body, all wet and shining for me…his thick, stiff cock not easing up under that strong arm of his. I was so desperate for release. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
“Ohh…” I shuddered. “Oh shit, make me come, Ben…” I whispered frantically.
“Mmm…” His fingers grazed his hard slick belly as he stroked his cock faster again. I could tell he was enjoying watching me lose myself. “Ya waan see me come, baby?”
“Yesss…”
“Come on, baby…” He was breathing heavier now. “Look at me…”
I bit my lip hard. Oh fuck, I was right there… “Yes…”
“Fuck…” He let his breath out deeply. “Ya gonna come lick it all up after I finish.”
It wasn’t a question. I groaned then as I shook, exploding all over my fingers, moaning and trying desperately to catch my breath.
“Shit, baby.” He was pumping his cock so fast, just staring back
at me and watching me come, and then as I finally caught my breath again I saw his head fall back and that thick, milky white goodness just erupt from the swollen head, attacking his belly, his chest and the palm of his hand. “Ahhh…fuck, Gabriela…” He groaned so deeply.
The sight of him letting go like that – and all on his own, just from watching me – just took my breath away. I slipped out of bed so quickly and knelt down between his legs before he even let his breath out, his hand still squeezing out the last drops for me, and I just gently pushed it away and ran my tongue up the base of his cock to the head, closing my mouth around him and sucking him clean.
He sucked his breath in, still shaking as he dropped his face and stared down at me. I met his eyes then and pulled his hand back to my mouth and started licking his fingers clean too…one by one.
“Fuck…goddamn, baby…” He moaned softly, just watching me in disbelief. He tugged at my bottom lip with his fingers and ran his thumb across my tongue. Then he gasped again as I started to lick his belly clean too, not wanting to waste a drop.
I lifted my eyes to meet his and watched him wipe a bead off his chest and then bring his finger to my mouth and I sucked it off eagerly, so he did it a few more times, helping me…feeding me every last drop. And I just kept licking him up, lapping at his skin, his balls, between his legs, his cock, his belly… He had me possessed and he knew it. I loved it. I was all his.
“Mmm…” He moaned softly, still watching me so desperately. He almost looked in pain then. “Okay, baby, stop it…fuck…” He let his breath out, pulling my face up. “That shit can’t be that good for you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That never stopped you before, Ben,” I reminded him.
He sucked his teeth at me. “No, I mean this lotion…” He grabbed the bottle off the table then and attempted to study the label in the dark. “All these chemicals and toxins and shit…I coulda jus’ poison you…”
I just laughed again. “I’ll be fine. You’re just high as fuck right now and getting paranoid…it’s all good, baby.” I teased his navel with my tongue.
He stared back at me and licked his lips. “You’re such a fuckin’ nasty, dirty girl…shit…” He sighed deeply. “The real nasty ones are never this sweet an’ pretty…how’d I get so lucky?” He stroked my hair back so tenderly.
My tummy did a little flip. “I love you, Ben.”
He smiled back at me slowly. “I love you too, baby.”
Epilogue
The events of that day seem to replay in my mind in a continuous loop, even now. I wake up in the arms of the man I love. We play around in his bed. He teases me, kisses me, torments me a little. He tells me he doesn’t want me to leave. Every part of me aches at the thought of leaving but I just groan and tell him my mother is waiting. Then he clasps his hand over my mouth to shut me up. We can both hear his little girl is awake now, her soft little footsteps lingering outside the bedroom door, humming a little tune…
It’s a Saturday. My mother spends the day with me at my apartment. She hasn’t visited in over a month, even though she has been so persistent. On her last visit Ben had cooked her dinner. It had been one of the most touching gestures. My mother had smiled through the entire meal. She had been gracious. She told him he was a good man and that she could tell he made me very happy. She said she hoped she was right. When I got back home that night I cried myself to sleep in his arms…
It just rains and rains. We spend the day together, just the two of us. She’s quiet and subdued but I have learned to relax and just enjoy our time together, no matter what mood I find her in. In reality, I have much more pressing matters on my mind. She asks me why my head is in the clouds and so I tell her. I’m attending a wedding in less than two weeks. Our flight to Jamaica has just been booked…
Ben arrives at around 6 pm to give us a ride back to Pine Hollows. He insists. The idea of me paying a nearly $60 round-trip cab fare is “fucking ridiculous, Gabriela.” I guess I have to agree.
I help my mother out of the car and into her wheelchair. She asks that I help her all the way into her room and not leave her with one of the aides in the ward. I agree. Once she is settled, I start to get antsy. I want to leave. I just want to get back to Ben. Maybe I can convince him to make a quick stop at IKEA with me before he heads back to the restaurant and I can pick up those lamps I’ve been eyeing. They’ll go well with my brand new sofa…
I give her a quick kiss and tell her I’ll see her on Wednesday. She squeezes my hand. She squeezes my hand again. Bye Mama.
I miss the first three calls and they go straight to voicemail. I’m out having drinks with Tony and Matt. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. I’m looking forward to slipping into Ben’s bed drunk and horny in a few hours, but I’m not overly concerned if I don’t make it. I’m starting to think these two may just succeed in dragging my ass to Celebrities with them tonight after all. I can always fuck Ben tomorrow too. I’m sure he won’t mind too much if I just do my own thing for a change. It’s good to keep them on their toes. Tony’s advice can be pretty solid sometimes…
I only notice the missed calls once we step out of the pub and start heading up the street to the club. I’m already a little tipsy. I steady myself against the side of the building and dial the after-hours emergency line. Tony gives me a concerned look. I listen to the voice on the other end of the line as best I can over the noise of the traffic and the swarms of people crowding up the West End. I hear as much as I need to hear and then my phone slips from my shaking fingers and crashes down onto the pavement below me, shattering into a million pieces.
The funeral is the following Friday. The culprit had been the bottle of bleach in the cupboard under my kitchen sink. Her means of smuggling it out of my apartment had been a sealed Tupperware container which she stashed in her purse. She only drank the contents after she had settled in for the night. They didn’t find her for hours.
My brother, his wife and his two children are here. Teresa has been more than gracious. She took care of almost all the arrangements. My cousins are dressed awkwardly in some ill-fitting suits – maybe Uncle Fernando’s hand-me-downs. Corinne and Michelle and Tasha are sitting quietly talking in my auntie’s living room. Lena and Patrick are here too. And Adam and his girlfriend, whose name I can’t remember. They all look a little uncomfortable. I’ll have to talk to them later. Tony and Matt are helping with the food. They’ve both been amazing through all of this. I’ll need to remember to tell them how much I appreciate everything they’ve done for me. That night on the street had been a nightmare for them, I’m sure. There are some other people here too but I don’t really know who they are. Tammy and Jeannine popped their faces in to deliver some kind of weird smelling tuna casserole…
I’m in Teresa’s bedroom, just hovering on the edge of the bed, sipping on a strong cup of coffee. I look up at Ben, who’s standing with his back up against the closed door, just watching me. He hasn’t left my side. Not since Tony made that frantic call to him on the street outside the pub on Saturday night. But he also hasn’t said much, which has been a surprising comfort. He holds me when I cry. He buys me cigarettes even though he hates that I smoke. He sits with me and holds my hand while I stare at mind-numbing television. He loves me. And I love him.
I stand up slowly and make my way towards the door. He asks me if I’m okay. I nod and tell him I’m fine. I need to go back out there. He kisses my forehead softly and steps aside to let me through the door. But at the top of the stairs my legs give out. I lose my balance and fall against the wall. I feel a tingling in my arm, in my hands, in my fingers…my knees give out. Ben is beside me in a flash. But not before the cup of coffee that I’m holding slips from my fingers and goes crashing onto the linoleum, the shattering shards of the mug flying down the stairs in front of me. All I can see are tea cups. And they’re all around me...
It takes a long time for the numbing to subside, as I sit collapsed on the top step, leaning up against the w
all. Ben is sitting next to me and he has already slipped the pumps off my feet and I just stare down at my legs, and the small run that has already ruined my brand-new panty hose. These heels aren’t even that high, I think to myself.
My body and my mind are not one. I know that in the back of my head. I can feel it. It’s not just grief. There is something very, very wrong.
Ben is brushing the hair from my face, holding my shoes and looking at me with more worry and concern than I can even imagine possible. I suck the air back into my lungs and recover…slowly but surely. No. I can fall in, but there’s no way I’m staying under...
I grab his hand and let him pull me back up onto to my feet.
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The End
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