“Well, this is where you belong,” he said lovingly.
Walking to her, he grabbed her in his arms and held her close. She hugged him back, happy to be in his embrace. Tears ran down her cheek onto his white polo, and she felt his warms lips on the side of her face. She could even smell Elaine’s perfume as she dashed past both of them and slammed the door on her way out.
Chapter Seven
LaToya called in her staff to clean the rest of her houses that night. In the state that both she and Mitch were in, they both really just needed to be together. As usual, she cooked dinner for them, and they sat at the kitchen table talking.
“I think I just had a break through,” Mitch said proudly. “Before you, I would have never been able to tell that woman how I really felt. It was liberating.”
LaToya smiled. “Before you, I would have never felt more important than Angela.” She frowned then. “It only occurred to me after Byron fired me that maybe the only reason that she was so kind to me is because she never felt that I was on her level. Then at the slightest hint of me having more than her, she turned on me.” She shook her head. “And had her boyfriend fire me.”
“Now that was just plain stupid on his part.” He smiled. “I could have him fired, you know.”
“Don’t,” she warned. “I’m already a sell out.”
“What?” He looked up from his dinner. He had been in states long enough to know what that was.
“There was a huge argument about you and Byron at Angela’s house last night. She thinks that you only got the promotion, because you’re white.”
“Oh. I suppose that it could easily be misperceived here in this country.” He looked down at his dinner. “And you had to take up for me, did you?”
“Yeah,” she said sighing. “I know how hard you work.”
“Well, I’m very sorry that I came between you and your good friend.”
LaToya smiled at him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m still just as proud of you today as I was before she told me about Byron.”
“That’s the thing, LaToya. I don’t... I don’t want to work this hard for the rest of my life. I want to live, you know. I want to be there for Zach and spend more time enjoying my real life. Do you know that this house is paid for? My car is paid for.” He sighed again. “I work my ass off for stuff, but at the end of the day I was just not happy. Somewhere along the lines, I lost what I was doing all of this for. And society says that you have to keep going.”
“Society is bullshit,” she said quickly. “You decide your own destiny. If you don’t want this, why do you do it?”
“I don’t know,” he half way laughed. “I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately. I felt the most fulfilled doing non-profit work. The buildings that we designed for worthy causes always made me feel...I don’t know...more centered. I’m going to work this partnership and milk it for all it’s worth, then I’m going to leave and start my own firm where I take on good causes like building hospitals in third-world countries.” He stabbed his steak and then paused. “Why do you clean people’s houses?”
“I’m a neat freak. I can’t help myself,” she laughed. “It’s true. I actually enjoy organizing people’s lives.” She looked down at her plate. “And I guess I’m like you, because I save every penny. I plan to retire early and enjoy my life, too. And I shouldn’t have given a damn about one lousy account today, and normally I wouldn’t have, but it was because of Angela that it hurt.”
“Trust me, sister. I know a thing or two about hurt,” he reassured.
“I know,” LaToya said, looking up at him. “But it’s not your fault. What she did to you was horrible and inconsiderate.” She let the tears fall down her face again, “And I know that that kind of pain doesn’t go away quickly, but one day it will. Trust me. And you can sit across the table from a guy having dinner and see that the best of your years really aren’t behind you. And that there are good men out there who mean what they say and do what they say.”
Mitch was speechless. He cracked a grin finally. “I hope it’s not a guy that makes me feel like that, LaToya.”
They both laughed.
LaToya quickly wiped her face. “Well, you are sort of...sweet,” she said looking down.
“Well, you are, too.”
Mitch set down his fork, moved his napkin off his lap and stood up. LaToya looked up at him. He walked around the table to her and kneeled at her chair. “We’ve been doing this no sex relationship for a while, and I totally respect what you’re doing, but tonight made me realize that I’m ready to take it to the next level with you, if you’re ready.” His words were soft, barely above a whisper. They were as intimate as the action he was suggesting. “Because I am sitting across from the woman who I know is enhancing every part of my life except one.”
Her lips parted and she pushed the words out. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I haven’t had sex in so long, I’m not sure that I remember how to.” Her clever remark was lost on him.
He smirked. “I can show you. It’s very much like riding a bike, love.”
LaToya stopped smiling. “I want to make love to you, Mitch. But what if it completely ruins what we have right now?”
“How can it?”
“Sex makes things weird. You no longer open up; you become secretive.”
“Who is you? I don’t do that. I become more open with a woman after sex.” He looked her in her eyes. “If you’re afraid, I understand. But I want you to take that leap with me anyway. Trust me.”
“Leap?”
“Yes, leap?” He smiled. “Right of the cliff.”
LaToya took a deep breath and put down her napkin. Standing up, she took his hand and followed him quietly out of the kitchen.
***
LaToya had cleaned Mitch’s room a hundred times, but she had never once been in it for any other reason. It looked different now that she was a guest. The king-sized bed looked larger, warmer and more inviting under the soft lights.
Candles that she had lit earlier to freshen the room were now used to provide seductive lighting under the busy fan that made violent revolutions above them.
Mitch had a languid grin on his face as he stood in front of her, bent into the curve of her voluptuous body and looking into her deep brown eyes. He tried to read them for instruction as he rubbed her shoulders. It had been decided by him as soon as she agreed to make love that he would take this night as slow as she needed.
Zingers of wild, erotic sensations ran rapidly through her anxious body.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, eyebrows spiking.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Well, I have protection.” He dipped his head to her lightly kissed her lips.
“I’m scared, Mitch,” she whispered on his lips.
“Me too,” he assured. “But I love you, LaToya.”
She looked up into his simmering, green eyes flashing with hope and sincerity and suddenly felt at ease. Those three words made all the difference.
“I love you, too,” she said, smiling as she confessed her love. Her heart instantly exploded.
Looking down at her shirt, she pulled it slowly off, revealing the shape that she had so desperately tried to hide for so long.
Mitch felt his breath catch in his throat. He tried not to show his hidden excitement. Even the smallest reveal heightened his already thrilled senses. Her decadent, soft chocolate skin was a beautiful, uninterrupted shade of deep mahogany that reminded him of the purest silk. Her large breasts were cupped together in a black bra shaped into a perfect heart. He looked at the crease that separated them, licking his lips with anticipation of taste.
Her long torso was shapely and full. Marveling at seeing a plus size woman for the first time nearly naked, he was completely fascinated by the unmarked, unstressed perfect darkness before him like a faultless night.
Crossing her arms across her body, she tried to hide herself, but he quickly pulled them away and made her sho
w herself. Stepping into her, he felt her breast graze his chest. It was then that he realized that he was fully dressed.
Remembering his bedroom manners, he took off his shirt, snatching it from his body quickly to reveal a tanned, muscular build that defied his profession. He broad shoulders and thick muscles dwarfed her. LaToya noticed a sweet little beauty mole on his left oblique muscle. It looked delectable.
He placed her quivering hand on his chest in hopes that she would allow him the same offering. She caressed his muscles, fascinated by his perfectly carved body.
His hands softly wrapped around her, accelerating their heat as he plucked her bra straps. The garment fell to the floor between them and caused an ache in his groin. How he loved perfect breasts. LaToya’s breasts were large, full and ripe with sensual chocolate bits aroused at the tip.
He kneeled down to taste them, wrapping his wet mouth around her areola and suckling at her nipples slowly. He moaned hungrily as he tasted her, putting his hands around the full orbs for a better grip. Every time that he pulled away to look at her, the wind from the ceiling fan tickled her senses. She gasped in the silence of the room, creaming for him involuntarily between her hot thighs as she watched him taste her. It was so intoxicating to watch as he moved and tasted her with utter care.
LaToya didn’t realize that her mouth was open. The seduction of the slow passion baffled her. He had only just touched her, and yet she already wanted to explode from the outside in. Her nervousness quickly dissipated when in one strong motion, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. His muscles bulged under the pressure of her body. Veins tore out to the front of his bronze skin. Yet, he didn’t seem the least bit drained from her weight. He toted her as if she was a feather.
His intention was clear. He was not yet finished disrobing her. Going for the pants she clung to, he pulled them down slowly to see black panties that matched the discarded bra. Her large thighs were as perfect as her stomach and her shapely calf muscles astonished him. He looked at her manicured toenails and her soft feet and smiled.
“What?”she asked, uncomfortable again with him staring at her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, touching her waist.
She grabbed his hand. He wanted to take the last piece of clothing that made her safe. She looked into this eyes, begging his approval.
“LaToya, you’re fascinating. Please, don’t be shy,” he assured in a soft, deep voice. His eyes twinkled. “I think that you’re perfect.”
She didn’t believe him, but she did let go. Releasing his hand, she allowed him to pull her underwear away. His strong hands massaged her as he made his way down her legs.
For a moment, he paused with her panties still gripped in his hand as he pulled away. And in that moment, she wondered what he must think of her.
He trailed his hand back up her inner thigh brushing past the small strip of hair that hid her aching sex. Cream slicked her inner legs and soaked his fingers as he rubbed her. He slipped his finger in his mouth and tasted it. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering what it felt like to be invaded. Her body clenched tight against his fingers as he returned them.
“You next,” she taunted, opening her eyes.
He put his veined hand on his belt buckle and pulled away at the clasp all the while maintaining a naughty grin. His khaki pants were open now, showing black cotton underwear below. With a tug, he pulled them down past his elongated erection and shuffled them off along with his socks. Like a school boy, he stood in his glory breathing heavily and looking at his catch.
Only inches away from his penis, she felt her eyes lock in on him. What would he do now? She braced herself for anything. She wanted everything.
“Condom,” he said more as a reminder to himself than to her. He walked away from the bed, revealing his perfect backside as he strode over to his dresser and pulled open the first drawer.
Digging under folded clothes, he pulled out a gold foil wrapper, tore the sheath with his teeth and looked down as his hands slid on the contraceptive.
LaToya watched curiously from bed. His chrome watch glimmered under the lamp as he prepared himself carefully. He looked back at her and smiled. Finished and ready, he turned around and walked back. His muscular, hairy legs were wide and perfect from years of playing soccer. She looked for any imperfections but could find none in his form.
“Can we turn off the light?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows.
“Why?” he stopped.
“I’d feel better,” she soft softly.
Mitch walked back and turned off the light but walked to the window and opened the blinds to let the moonlight into the room. He wouldn’t let her off that easy.
The darkness made LaToya feel a little better. It was intimidating to have such a good-looking, naked man about to make love to her, knowing that if she turned the wrong way, her ample tummy might spill over. At least, if he insisted on feeling it, he didn’t have to see it.
She heard the bed creak a little as he crawled from the bottom. His eyes were focused, gleaming in the darkness as he arrived at the head of the bed. Instead of immediately invading her private space, he moved beside her and placed his elbow on the pillow. He stared in her eyes, giving her soul a moment to process the words that he would not say aloud.
“You’re even more beautiful than I am,” she said in a daze.
“Not in the least,” he said, reaching over to stroke her long braids.
“Let it be good,” she said in a whimpering voice. “Let it be better than anything that I’ve ever imagined. Please. I need it to be.”
Mitch smiled. “Talk about pressure. Alright. I’ll give you all that I have to offer. All I ask is the same from you.”
“Agreed,” she whispered against his hot skin.
LaToya felt him tug at her waist. Could it be that he wanted her on top? As heavy as she was, she found his request odd. Most men instantly went for missionary, but he seemed aroused by her thickness. He was flat on his back, muscles rippling through his stomach as he lifted his buttocks and bent his knees under her. Straddled on top of him, she leaned over and slowly kissed his lips. His hand slipped into her braids and pulled her face closer to his own. His other hand rubbed her ample bottom.
Taking a handful of her romp in his hand, he groaned and pulled her hair firmly in his hand.
“Ride me,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to be deep inside of you right now.”
She did as he said, intrigued by the fact that he could be a talker. Raising up, she felt his hand below guiding his thick, throbbing penis into her. Even wet, she was tight from years of abstinence. A painful pleasure erupted inside her as he lifted his buttocks and pushed, this time opening her body wide to his virile needs.
She didn’t have a measuring stick but at that moment, she felt that she was stretched to the brim. It was almost too much. Gasping, she tried to adjust. But then a warm thumb brushed against her clit and caused her body to quake.
Throwing her head back, she forgot about her weight and slipped down his thick shaft into the ecstasy that awaited. A titillating wave of heat and wet sex rushed down her thighs in between them as they both rocked their hips into each other.
Mitch was gentle at first. Feet planted deep into the mattress, he carried them both into a rhythmic dance, rocking her body faster, driving deeper. His strokes were powerful thrusts of love and desire. She found the heady mix exhilarating. With his hands on her breasts, he moaned as she rode him, placing her own hands in his. Their fingers locked together. Her mouth parted and she said it. “Mitch,” she whimpered. “I love you.”
“Oh, LaToya, I love you,” he answered in a growl. He pumped into her. “Do you like that?” he asked, looking up at her.
“Yes,” she answered, skin humming. Spasms electrified her body.
“You feel so good,” he said, pushing harder. “You look...” he groaned. “You look amazing.”
LaToya then realized that he could see her in the moonlight.
And he was looking at all her imperfections, all of her extra pounds. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he grabbed her by her full waist and pushed harder. Her body bucked against his thrusts, and she felt her knees shaking beside her.
He pulled her face to his again and kissed her passionately. His tongue slithered in and out of her mouth, softy then violently searching her mouth, coaxing her to give more of herself over to him.
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