“Well, why wouldn’t I want to get serious about you? I’m dig-gin’ the hell out of you. You’re a good girl. You’re fine, smart, driven, and independent, not a gold digger. You’re a little stuck up, but I can handle that. You want me to continue?”
“Please do.”
And let’s not forget that first impression you gave me.” “Mmmm.” She moaned at the thought. “My instincts were right. Those kisses ... I’ll never forget those.”
“You ain’t a ho. I like the way you call me Kaylin. I can’t wait to make love to you real good,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“Really? I bet you make real good love to all those other fe-males you got blowing up your pager and cell.”
“No, can’t say that I do.”
“Kaylin please don’t insult my intelligence.”
“I don’t; I just fuck them. There is a difference.”
“Trifling. That sounds like you think we ain’t shit, just a fuck.”
“That’s what most of y’all say y’all want. Not all, but most.
Tell me you didn’t want to fuck me when you first saw me.”
“Nigga I did not want to fuck you at first sight!”
“Yes you did!”
“No I didn’t.” She punched his arm. I just told you I wanted to see what you were about first! And second, I wanted to kiss you and then after we kissed you had it like that, that’s when I wanted to fuck.
“See. What I tell you!” He teased.
“Kaylin that was after the fact. Not on first sight.”
“Same thing.”
“No it’s not.” She had to laugh.
Angel shook her head in disbelief at that statement.
“Tell me your definition of fucking versus making love.”
“Simple. When I fuck a female, the only goal for me is to ride it until I’m tired of it and then bust a nut. Making love is more mental than it is physical. When I make love, that shit has mean-ing. When you make love to your woman it takes skill. Every kiss, touch, feel, hug, stroke means something when it’s your other half. I can take my time and make sure my woman is satisfied before busting a nut, but I gotta rock her world.”
“I see. So Kaylin, tell me the last time you made love?” “With my son’s mama ... when he was about two months old. That was the last time.”
“How old is he now?”
“He’ll be two in December.”
“What’s his name?”
“Malik.”
“That’s cute. And the mom?”
“She ain’t nobody you got to worry about.”
“I would hope not.”
“It’s been over between us for almost a year and a half.”
“So you mean to tell me you’ve been fuckin’ around all this time?”
“Yeah, I guess so if you want to look at it like that.”
“That is so trifling.”
“It’s all part of the game. You see how we’re always on the go. I wasn’t trying to get a relationship going like that. If I had run across somebody that I wanted to lock down then it would have been another story. Females like you be hidin’ from a nigga.”
“That’s because we’re somewhere handling our business.”
“I’ve slowed down a lot in the last two months, especially since you had me using my free time chasing you.”
“You didn’t have to chase me.”
“A nigga’s gotta do what a nigga’s got to do. So when was the last time you made love?”
“About eleven months ago.”
“When was the last time you got fucked?”
“Angel doesn’t get fucked. I pick niggas that will make love to me.”
“I feel you. Is that why I haven’t been blessed to hit it yet? You think I just wanna fuck you?”
“I’m not sure. I’m still checking you out. What’s the rush?”
“What’s the rush? The rush is I’m really diggin’ you. I ain’t gonna front. I love me some pussy. I love gettin’ up in it. I love the way it smells, the way it tastes, the way it sings when it’s juicy, the way”
“Okay, Okay I get the picture Kaylin.” Angel was laughing at him.
I’m a pussy fiend. I can’t help being anxious and impatient.” He poured them both a glass of Cristal and lit his blunt. Angel took a few sips. They sat in silence while R. Kelly crooned through the speakers, neither of them paying attention. They were both in deep thought until he began massaging her shoulders.
“You’re a little tense, ma.” She closed her eyes, not saying a word, as he massaged her shoulders for a good ten minutes.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, finally breaking her train of thought.
“Why?”
“Because I want to know.”
“Just some things we females think about when we get our-selves in situations like this.”
“You wanna be more specific?”
She sat in silence for a few more minutes.
“Where are your CDs? I keep hearing this song in my head.”
“Slide that door back,” he said, pointing to the entertainment center. She got up and thumbed through the CDs until she came across The Heat by Toni Braxton. She pressed play, and sat back down.
“Please continue. That felt good,” she said, closing her eyes. They listened to the song Maybe in silence as he massaged her shoulders and neck more.
Females. Kaylin told himself. He knew Angel wanted him to listen to the words of the song. There was a message for him. The only thing interfering was Toni singing faster than Twista rapped. But overall he was able to pick up some key sentences. He watched her point the remote and hit repeat. Toni was hinting to Angel to think about it and maybe even slow her roll. Fuck that! Kay said to himself.
“Red.” He continued to knead the kinks out of her neck and shoulders.
“Hmmm.” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Kaylin.”
“Are you listening to me ma?”
“Mmmm.” she moaned again. “I’m listening.”
Kaylin began to interpret Toni’s lyrics. “You’re wondering if a brother can be true. Yes I can. Will I make you hot, hit your spot and love you a lot! Baby I’m your man. Will I leave you hanging, lonely and desperate? Will I go and tell all my friends that we did it again and again? Hell no to all of that.” He leaned over, and put his lips to her ear and whispered, “should you give me some?” He kissed her ear and began running light kisses behind her ear and slowly down and around her neck. Then he put his lips back to her ear and whispered. “Yeah. If you say yes, I’ll love you like a baby, so later for maybe. So Red, tell this nigga. Yeah.”
“Kay you know I’m not looking to get fucked. I’m looking for love and trust in a lifelong partner. I want you to belong to me, and I gotta be number one. Furthermore, I want to be treated like a queen, to be loved, pampered, spoiled ... all that stuff that I deserve and need.”
“I’m your man Red.”
“That may be. But right now I gotta get some sleep Kaylin.” What! Kaylin and his dick both reacted in silence.
“Thank you so much for the massage.” She figured she may as well leave while she had the chance so she got up to do just that.
He grabbed her hand. “Can I get a kiss before you go and leave us hanging?” He pulled her back down onto the couch and tongued her down. She backed up.
“Baby, it’s almost 1:30. I really gotta get some sleep.”
He reached over and lifted her up and positioned her right on top of his dick.
“Let me make love to you Red.” He began kissing her.
“Kaylin,” she said, breathing heavily now, “I said we wasn’t going to do anything.”
“What are we doing?” he mumbled, unbuttoning her pajama top and sucking on one of her nipples. His dick was now rock hard as he started moving her faster. She was now grinding on her own.
“Kaylin this ... I can’t ... Oh ... ” He was caressing up and down her back, and their bodies were moving as one. “Kay,” she called.
“What? We’re not doing anything.”
“Then why am I getting ready to cum?” He lifted her off his lap.
“Kaylin,” she whined, trying to climb back on top of him. He reached in his back pocket, pulled out a condom, and gave it to her.
“Open this,” he said, pulling down her pajama pants and sliding his sweats down to his ankles. He pulled her back onto his lap.
“Nigga if you try to play me, I’m catchin’ a case. Just lettin’ you know,” she warned as she put his condom on.
“That goes both ways Red,” he said, lifting her up, putting only the head of his penis in. She let out a moan and then kissed him hard, as her juices slid down his penis. He grabbed her booty with both hands and pulled her all the way down on him.
“Kaaaaay,” she moaned as she held on tight. It felt like he was ripping her a new pussy. “Kay,” she kept saying as their bodies moved in sync. “Oh my ... shit ... How bbbig are ... you?”
He dug in as deep as he could, hitting her G-spot. “Oh, yeah!” he mumbled. After he hit that spot repeatedly Angel got to cumming, hollering and crying all at the same time. He held her tight and kissed her on her neck and breasts as she got herself together. He pulled off his T-shirt and wiped her face with it. Then he lifted her up, turned her around, and had her bend over, her elbows resting on the back of the sofa.
“Kay I can’t cum again,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Yes, you can,” he said as he penetrated her. “You ain’t been fucked in eleven months. I’m gettin’ ready to show you what this pussy can do. This pussy belongs to Kaylin now.” He was going in as deep as he could, trying to find her G-spot. He reached around and started massaging her clit. After a few strokes he was able to feel her G-spot again and she began to moan and groan.
“Kay ... I ... cum ... oh shit ... only once ... baby ... Ohhh.” And she started cumming again and crying.
He kept hitting that G-spot and wouldn’t stop until she begged, “Please Kay. Kay, please.” She was exhausted and couldn’t move as he kept showering her with soft kisses.
“I like the way you feel Red,” he whispered in her ear. They were resting, Kaylin ready for another round, still inside her.
“Let me go Kay,” she was barely audible as she tried to assert herself.
“Oh, so you forgot all that shit you was talkin’ about me being a one-minute man with a small dick and not being able to find your spot? You forgot?”
“I was only playin’,” she said, still out of breath.
“Let me go Kaylin, please.” He pulled out of her, pulled off the latex, and pulled up his sweatpants.
“Shit.”
She flopped back onto the couch and lay motionless looking up at him for a good five minutes. “What?” he asked.
“I can’t remember ever cumming that hard and long before. This pajama top is drenched,” she said, pulling it off. “Help me up. I gotta take a shower.”
He lifted her up, looking at her sweaty, naked body. She kissed him on the lips. “You didn’t disappoint me at all Kaylin,” she said as she made her way up the stairs.
“Don’t get in the shower yet. I’ll be up there.”
“No Kay. Our rendezvous is over. I can’t come again,” she said, looking at his erect dick. She went on upstairs, washed her face and the kitty cat, and brushed her teeth. She then went back into the bedroom, pulled the comforter back, and slid between the cool silk sheets.
He came into the bedroom butt naked and hard, throwing a condom pack on the night table next to the bed. He pulled all of the covers off the bed and crawled between her thighs, kissing and sucking on her breasts.
“Can I feel you without the latex?”
“No Kaylin.”
“Please, just for one minute. You can even time me.”
“No Kaylin,” she said, reaching for the condom. He was already rubbing the head of his penis on her clit. Then he put it all the way in and just held it there as they kissed a long and pas-sionate kiss.
“Damn you feel good Red,” he said, grinding real slow. “Oh you’re so wet baby. Open the latex.” He pulled out, took it from her, put it on and went in as deep as he could.
“Oh Kay,” she said, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe how good he felt inside her and how good it felt to have his strong body on top of hers. “Kay,” she said to him.
“What?” he answered, not missing a stroke.
“Are you making love now?”
He moaned, sucking on her nipples. “Baby I’m making love and don’t want to stop.” He put both of her legs up over his shoulders. She began to tremble and holler, filled with ecstasy as he dug in deep.
“Oh shit! Kay that’s my spot again. Wait!” she yelled. “Baby I feel it. Damn! You feel good.”
“Kay!” she screamed as she climaxed. He kept grinding and humping as the contractions of her pussy muscles squeezed his dick, pulling it in even deeper. They came together, he not being able to hold out any longer. He licked the tears off her face, then planted soft kisses all over her body as she recovered.
“So, what do you think? Was that fuckin’ or lovemaking?” “Lovemaking,” she said, running her hands through his braids. “Where have you been hiding all this time? Kaylin really likes
this.”
“Oh, does he?”
“Mm hmm.”
“So now that you’ve hit it, and the chase is over, now what?”
“I’ma keep on hittin’ it. You’re special.” He rolled over. “Let’s get into a dry bed.” He swooped her up and carried her into the master bedroom, giving her one of his pajama tops to put on be-fore climbing in bed naked.
Angel had set the alarm clock for 5:30, and it was already 3:40. He snuggled up and wrapped his arms around her.
“I like you a lot Red.”
“I like you a lot, too, Kaylin.”
Chapter 12
Later that morning at work, Angel pulled some files and made photocopies until about eight o’clock, which was when she had planned to call Tasha at her job.
“Physical therapy. This is Denise.”
“Hey Denise, is Roz around? This is Angel.”
“What’s up, girl? Your friend played hooky this morning.”
“I see. I’ll call her on her cell phone. Thanks.” Then she quickly dialed Tasha’s cell.
“Hello,” Angel heard a ton of screams.
“Girl, where are you? It’s 8:00 in the morning.”
“Aaah!” Tasha screamed into the phone.
“Jaheim is about to hit the stage! I’m at the Apollo. I told y’all that Doug Banks was going to be broadcasting live this morning. Angel, girl, you missin’ it.”
“Who else is there?”
“Jaheim, Case, 112, Koffee Brown, and Jesse Powell. Jive-ass Mystical was supposed to be here with his fine ass, but he’s a no-show.”
“Dayum!” Angel whined.
“Don’t cry now, baby. I gots to go.”
“Hey Angel!” Trina yelled into the phone.
“Wait!” Angel yelled. “Guess what?”
“What?” Tasha was anxious to hang up.
“I got my world rocked!” she said, letting out a loud, happy sigh of relief.
“By who?” asked Tasha.
“Kaylin.”
“Kay?” She sounded surprised.
“Yup, I spent the night at his house last night.”
“You’re lying.”
“Swear to God.”
“Oh shit! Angel finally got some. I don’t believe it. So how was he?”
“Off the chain!”
“Off the chain because you ain’t had none in a decade or ’cause the brotha got skills?”
“Skills, baby.”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
“Twelve! Nigga had me crying and shit.”
“Oh my God! I don’t believe what I’m hearing. I am so glad you finally got some. Where are you?”
“At work.”
“Y
ou ain’t right. Najee is gonna look at you and be able to tell. Just watch.”
“No, he’s not.”
“Watch, I gotta go. Call me at home tonight.”
“A’ight.”
“Peace.”
About half an hour after she spoke to Roz, Angel’s phone rang. “This is Ms. Smith.”
“Good morning, beautiful.” She was turned on by Kay’s deep voice, which she always found to be very sexy.
“Good morning Kaylin.”
“How’d you get to work?” he asked, still sounding half-asleep. “I took a taxi.”
“You talkin’ ’bout me leavin’ you lonely. You left me lonely. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Because you were sleeping so peacefully. Besides, if I woke you up I doubt if I would have made it to work.”
“Sounds like you feel how I’m feelin’.”
“I enjoyed myself last night, a little embarrassed about the crying though. I’ve never done that before. That must have been eleven months of anxiety that you were breaking down.”
“I’m ready to break it down some more. What time is your lunch?”
“Any time I decide to take it. Why? What do you have in mind?” she asked. She was biting down on her bottom lip at the thought of cumming like she did the night before, repeatedly and with intensity.
“I wanna break down some more of that anxiety. What time can I come pick you up?”
“Twelve will be fine.”
“I’ll be out front with bells on.”
“Bye Kay. ”
Angel got busy again, doing research on the computer and re-turning some phone calls.
Around 10:30, Kisha called her into the lobby. “This delivery is for you,” she said, smiling and pointing at the big basket filled with luscious fresh fruit and all kinds of muffins, croissants, and bagels. There was also a huge floral arrangement with a card attached. Angel opened it up to read it,
Red, I loved making love to you. K She smiled as she recalled last night.
“Must be nice to have it like that,” Kisha teased.
“Sure is. Take some of this fruit and muffins. This is enough to feed the entire office,” said Angel before taking the basket and floral arrangement to her office.
At ten minutes before noon, Kay, dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt, baggy shorts hanging off his butt, you could see his boxers, unlaced Timberland boots, and no socks, was double-parked out front. He got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and started dialing on his cell.
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