by Lula Woods
“That would be fine. I’ll watch just about anything, but I draw the line at horror.”
“Come on! You have to watch at least one of those movies with me.”
“No way.” She stood to help me clean up the kitchen. “I don’t need that stuff running around my head at night. My imagination is too lively for that.” She stacked a plate in the dishwasher. “All of a sudden, there will be a bloody skeleton coming toward me in the dark, and it will freak me out.”
“I promise to protect you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please.”
We bickered like that until we retired to the entertainment center I had created in one room. Also, we had brownies and milk for dessert. She chuckled when she saw that, but admitted that it was one of her favorite snacks. We cuddled on the leather sofa and watched Wonder Woman.
“That woman can kick my ass anytime,” I murmured against her cheek.
“She is pretty badass.”
When the movie was over, I led the way to my bedroom. “No pressure. If you want to just sleepover or go home, I’m not going to…mmph.” Danita kissed me and proceeded to strip herself—and me—in record time before pushing me back onto the mattress. “I guess you’re staying,” I said around a groan as she sat on my lap and rubbed her butt against my quickly hardening cock. “Damn, woman. Zero to a million in ten seconds.”
I rolled us over, so she was beneath me. Man, she felt good. Between licks, bites and groping, we drove each other a little closer to the edge. “Let me fuck you, baby. I’ve wanted that ass for months.”
“Have at it,” she replied as she rubbed her hands over my pecks and abs, biting her lower lip as her eyes widened with pleasure. “Your body is a work of art, you know that?” she murmured as she stroked my skin.
“Thank you, love.” I pulled a condom from the drawer of the nightstand and quickly prepared my cock. Her fingers were moving rhythmically at her pussy as she rubbed and fucked herself, preparing for me. “Ready?” I asked as I positioned myself.
She nodded, and I took her in one long stroke. Damn, she was tight. “Fuck, Danita. Fuck.” I couldn’t help but move, and I knew it would be short and embarrassing, but she had that effect on me. We moved together, her fingers rubbing her clit while I fucked her hard until I yelled her name and she whispered mine on a long moan of completion.
When I rolled away and lay flat on my back, I said, “That. We need to do more of that.”
“Ditto.”
Epilogue
Danita
Saul won first place in his bodybuilding competition, and I was so proud. I was in the crowd, cheering him on, of course. We celebrated that night in spectacular fashion, and I think the neighbors might be slightly scandalized, but we didn’t care.
The article about the gym was published the day after the competition and yielded a lot of interest and even some prospective sponsors. The video interview seemed to have touched many people from the comments I had read and the emails I received, which outweighed the few negative responses we received. The photoshoot included me doing a workout on the dance pole. I hoped that what I was doing with the gym would open more eyes regarding fitness and just being yourself, and the best self that you can be.
My friends were happy for me, and I was happy, too, to finally have someone in my life I could trust, saw me as I was, took me at face value and that was okay. We weren’t moving in together anytime soon, but we were comfortable with the way things were and had a future that seemed bright.
I was okay with that.