Sweet Love

by Lolah Lace

  “I know you. You’re not yourself.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “No, you’re not fine. I heard you. I know what happened.”

  “It’s nothing. I’m just, I’m just so disappointed. Like, I just, I feel like a dummy.” I was getting my words jumbled up.

  “First, you’re not a dummy. You can’t blame yourself when someone is being deceptive. Your ex is the arse.”

  “I agree. He is an ass.”

  “He let you go. He’s more than an arsehole. Believe me, he will one day regret it. People would die to have the loyalty and commitment that he took for granted. He’s not worth your anger or your sorrow.”

  “Yes, all that’s great and all that’s cool. I want to go to bed and wake up to a sunny brand new day.”

  “I can put you to bed.” He grinned mischievously.

  “Haha, right.” I wasn’t in the mood for any of his jokes.

  “Seriously.”

  He was too close to ignore. I couldn’t step around him. I didn’t have a choice. I had to look up at him.

  “Jason, come on. I’m not in the mood.”

  “That’s not a problem. I can get you in the mood.”

  I refrained from rolling my eyes. I was trying to cut back. “See you tomorrow. I had a long day. I’m trying to be in a deep sleep within thirty minutes to an hour. Lock up, set the alarm, be safe on the road. Tomorrow I’ll be back to normal.”

  I put my hand on his chest, my subtle way of saying step aside. Without any reluctance, Jason just took a step back and I was able to walk around him and up the stairs.

  I decided to take a shower instead of a bath. My plan was simple, get in bed with my wine and watch some random reality show until I was out for the count. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t wait to wrap my big lips around the wine bottle.

  I peeled my clothes off in the living room and headed for the warmth of the shower. I let the water cleanse me of my self-doubt.

  Fuck Erik! Why the hell did I backtrack and fuck him a year ago? I wish I wouldn’t have done that. I’m so stupid. No, I’m not. He’s stupid. Fuck him!

  I used the hot water to feel better. The bottle of red wine would make me soon forget the foolishness. I toweled off and put my satin bathrobe on. I went straight into the kitchen for the wine. I grabbed the chilled bottle out of the fridge, uncorked it and poured myself a full glass. I took a huge gulp before I grabbed the entire bottle. I was practically skipping to my bedroom. I entered the doorway and Jason was standing inside my bedroom with his back to me. He was on the other side of my room looking down at something.

  “What the fuck, Jason? What are you doing in here?” I didn’t drop the wine but I almost jumped out of my clean and fresh smelling skin.

  He slowly turned to face me. “Do you want me to tell you?”

  Jason’s eyes roamed my body and then I remembered my robe was hanging wide open and I was completely naked underneath it. With a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, I couldn’t close the goddamn robe. I was exposed.

  “Jason!” I scolded him with my best motherly tone. A tone he disregarded because he didn’t even look me in my eyes.

  “You’re completely shaved down there.” He muttered that fact right before he licked lips. His prying eyes quickly scanned in between my legs. Then he was back to gazing into my eyes. I took note that he wasn’t smiling. Jason smiled all the time but right now his jaw was clenched.

  “Kat, have another drink.”

  I heard what he said but I felt like I had cement blocks on my feet. I couldn’t move even though my brain said back out of the room, fool. Instead of moving I tilted my wine glass up to my lips and drank what was left in the glass.

  I wished he would stop looking at me like he’s never seen me before. It was clear he wasn’t going to do what I said. He was just going to stand over there looking super tall and in a state of nonchalance. Honestly, I didn’t know what he was going to do. He was interrupting my me-time. I didn’t like the intrusion but I didn’t have any fight left in me. The three-year-old daughter Erik had while we were still married, was like a punch in the gut from Laila Ali.

  I held my empty glass in front of me and poured more wine in my glass. My hands shook but I still managed to get the wine in the glass without spilling any on the carpet. Red wine and carpet didn’t mix. I was so proud of my pouring skills I took another long swig.

  “Slow down.” He stopped gawking to finally say something to me. I ignored him.

  He took a single step toward me. All of a sudden my feet started working. I took two steps to the side because I was blocking the open doorway. He needed the door to exit the room and I was on board with that idea.

  I was close enough to my bedside table to place the wine bottle down. I did. I had a free hand and I used it to gather my robe together. No more sneak peeks for Jason. I didn’t care if he enjoyed the view. He had crossed the line and he could enjoy looking for another job.

  “Leave, please.” I sort of waved my wine glass toward the door.

  Jason smirked like this entire thing was funny to him. But he started toward the door and I breathed in an inner sigh of relief. His beeline for the door didn’t take long because his legs were like stilts.

  He didn’t walk out the door. He closed it and turned to face me. Innocent and unassuming was the face he was giving me. It was a ruse.

  Shit! Now what? My angry Black woman should work to get him out and on his way.

  “Jason! Get the fuck out!”

  As if my words were in a foreign language he ignored me. Jason marched over to me. He was close but not touching me. I could throw this wine in his face but it was red wine, and there was carpet below my feet, and that was just stupid. Wine wouldn’t burn his skin. It might burn his eyes but then the carpet would still be ruined. I didn’t throw the wine. I decided to drink it instead. With one swift raise of the glass, it was all gone. I placed the glass on the table right by the almost empty wine bottle. Now I had two hands to hold my robe together in front.

  “Whatever you’re trying to do— don’t try it, little boy.”

  He snickered. “What am I trying to do?”

  He stepped so close to me my butt went down on the bed. I was sitting instead of standing. I hated looking up at him. It made me feel small.

  “Jason, no. Enough.”

  “What are you saying no to? I haven’t even touched you.”

  Sure all of that was true but he was looking at me like he was going to touch me. I knew I was supposed to feel some fear. I hadn’t had enough alcohol to be afraid. I wasn’t frightened. I was just confused.

  I couldn't see anything sinister on his face. That was probably because he was so goddamn handsome. Minus his smile, he looked the same as he always did. He knelt on one knee. I leaned back because it happened so fast. His hasty movement startled me.

  “Stop!”

  “Stop what? I haven’t started going yet. Let me smell your shaved pussy.”

  What the fuck?!

  Jason was looking in my eyes when he asked. Like that was a legitimate question. My heart was beating so fast it felt like a panic attack. I didn’t want to be turned on by his random request but I couldn’t help it. My nipples were hard as nails but I had an ironclad grip on the front of my robe. Men didn’t talk to me like this. I was a respectable soccer mom without the soccer kid.

  Jason’s hands went on my knees. I had them tightly clamped together. He eagerly pulled them apart without breaking eye contact. At least my breasts were still covered up.

  “No,” I whispered and then he kissed me on the lips. “I said no.”

  “I didn’t hear that.” He kissed me again, this time with his tongue. He pulled away right when I was on the verge of— I don’t know. “Say yes.” He mumbled.

  “Ah, this is wrong.”

  “Katrina, stop acting like a child. I’m the one that should have to give consent. Say yes.”

  His calming wet tongue was on my neck. My mouth hun
g open while he gently licked and sucked at that sensitive space right above my collarbone.

  The fear hit me instantly. I was afraid he would put his hand in between my legs and feel my wetness. Maybe I could resist his charms if he wasn’t so perfect. Did I want to resist?

  With my legs open he decided to look down. He didn’t look for long. He decided to face dive down into my pussy. I was embarrassing wet and instead of slapping the sides of his face, my legs opened wider. The space was enough for his mouth to find my private spot. His lips were on my lower lips. His face was forcing me to lean back. I shaved my pussy yesterday. It felt better in the summertime heat.

  I leaned back on my arms and looked down at the top of his head. The warmth was rushing down to my spot. I was in pain because it had been so long. The inner throbbing felt like hardcore cramps.

  Jason’s tongue licked at my clit. He flicked his tongue over it and washed it with his mouth. He carefully sucked on my clit and I couldn’t keep my composure. I went flat on my back and closed my eyes. I could have an orgasm like this. Maybe I wanted to have it like this. This was embarrassing but it felt so damn good.

  Jason's tongue entered me. I could felt him munching into my hot box. At first, he was going slowly. In seconds he started ramming his face into me and ferociously eating my pussy. My hand went down into his hair. Instead of pushing him away, I opened my legs wider. I clawed a huge piece of his hair and pushed his face into my heated pussy.

  It was too late. He had already flipped my switch. I was turned all the way up. I wanted him to make me come. I hoped I wouldn’t have to beg for it. I needed it so badly. I craved the joy of release.

  He stopped licking and I refused to open my eyes to see what he was doing. I cracked them open a bit to see through my lashes. His shirt was gone. His jeans were gone along with his underwear. His body was better than the young man from back in my day. Every muscle was sleek, curved and positioned in the right places. His body was sent from up above.

  I had to open my eyes to see his dick. I wanted to see it. Jason was so cocky. I wanted to know if he had a good reason to be. Or was it just his youth that caused so much bravado? My eyes went from his smoldering eyes down the span of his body. His entire torso was just unreal, chiseled, perfect, tanned. A huge tattoo of a snake was on his right pec. The cobra's face was on the pec but the rest of this reptile wrapped around to his back. That meant he had something tatted on his back. I’d never seen this tattoo. I didn’t have any tattoos. I was normally against them but Jason’s seemed sexy and dangerous. This part of him didn’t match the guy that I’d known all this time. Jason was the guy that rode a bike to work.

  I got the courage to look from his tattoo down to his dick. I blinked and quickly looked back up at his face. Shit! That part didn’t match either. I looked back down at his huge dick just to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. He was so big my mouth fell open. I was too old to be amazed by a dick but his was truly a wonder. He had ample length and abundant girth. I just didn’t know how he got so blessed.

  He was grinning at me as a scooted back on the bed. I wasn’t a coward. I wanted to try it. He took off his clothes for a reason. Jason climbed into bed with me. His face was different. He looked like a man that knew what he was doing. He slapped my legs open and was hovering above me.

  In slow motion, he pinned one of my arms above my head and then he pinned the other. He leaned down to kiss me. Oh my, his kisses were delicious and sweet. I moaned in his mouth because I couldn’t help it. He released my hands and trailed his lips from my mouth to my neck. I wanted to touch him but I didn’t want to disrupt his routine. I'd never experienced him before and I didn’t know what move came after what move. This was all new and exciting to me.

  He didn’t nibble. He sucked. He used his mouth to pull the skin from my body. His lips lifted me off the mattress. I was so sloppily wet. I yearned to be filled with him. My legs twisted in agony. I wanted to feel him now and deal with the consequences later.

  The head of his dick would brush against my bare pussy. Jason’s mouth found my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and my body arched to meet him. After he took turns savoring my breasts he licked his way back to my mouth. He danced in my mouth and glided his lips to my neck.

  His dick was sitting at the door of my waiting pussy and I didn’t want to wait anymore.

  “Jason.” He didn’t stop pulling at my skin. Maybe he didn’t hear me. “Jason.”

  “Kat.”

  “Do you have a condom?” I felt his dick trying to enter me without help from his hands. “Jason.”

  “Yes.”

  “Get it, a condom.”

  “Really?” He frowned.

  “Get a condom.”

  He pulled up and looked like he was thinking it over. He slowly rose off the bed. I followed his impeccably toned naked ass walk across the room to his backpack. I hadn’t noticed the bag on the floor in the corner. He knelt and I heard him quickly unzip the bag. I closed my eyes and he was back on the bed when I opened them.

  He ripped the foil wrapping open. We looked into each other’s eyes as his huge hands put the condom on his king-sized dick. I was ready and my pussy said, she ready!

  Jason hovered over me. He took one hand to push some loose hair off my forehead. He did a push up over me and kissed my forehead. I looked from his eyes to his forearms. I’m sure he knew how impressive his body was to me. He could snap me in half with those biceps.

  Seeing his bare chest in combination with his body was so outright sexy. Jason bent closer to my body. I could feel the head of his dick graze my glistening pussy lips. I stifled the urge to reach down and push the tip of his dick inside me. Why was he taking his sweet time? How could he just take his time? His will power was unmatched. I craved feeling him deep inside me. I longed to have him enter me. If anyone could push past the cobwebs it was this young man.

  I firmly planted my feet on the bed and spread my legs wide. His eyes moved to my knees then to my eyes. He chuckled exposing his teeth.

  He grabbed the underside of my thighs and lifted them off the bed. My butt rocked off the bed and he took that opportunity to split me open. No warning. He rammed his oversized dick inside me and knocked the breath out of my body. No adjustment, just hard vigorous thrusting. He was inside me digging in deeper and deeper. The fit was tight. I could only take it because I was pouring wet. I was juicy and relaxed. I couldn’t grip him with my insides because the fit was so tight.

  I bit at my lip to hold in my screams. I couldn’t move. He had me caught up in his rapture. My legs were suspended in mid-air. Shockwaves of his powerful stabs penetrated my flesh. I tried to catch my breath. I tried to raise my limp arms off the bed. I couldn’t do it. So instead, my fingertips clawed at the bed sheets. I was a floppy ragdoll and my pussy was getting the ultimate workout. He hit angles that I forgot existed. I crumbled and cried out whenever he hit my walls. A loud moan escaped my lips and bounced off the walls of my bedroom.

  Jason lowered his face to my neck.

  “Ohh!” I yelled out as he bit into my collarbone. He bits.

  Jason rocked into me and I felt tremors hit my spine. I was being pounded to orgasm. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was letting it happen. It had been so long since I was fucked that I really couldn’t control how my body was reacting. This was a completely new experience with a totally new guy. I was turned up to a level I didn’t know existed.

  Jason's large hands clawed at my thighs. His fingers twisted my skin until it burned. His hands were soft and warm but still rough and ragged. He worked the left side of my kitty until I felt like he was going to pop my leg out of the socket.

  I’d been moaning all along. I was trying to hold on to the sensations without letting them take me over. My chest filled with tears for no reason I could think of. This man’s sex was beyond reproach. He rocked the missionary position in ways I didn’t think were possible. His teeth grazed my jawbone. My eyes were so wet my
lashes had fused together.

  Jason licked my chin and I opened my eyes. He was gazing down at me. His fuck face was engaging, focused and obviously handsome.

  “Don’t cry. It’s almost over.” He whispered into my ear and the bass of his voice sent a chill down my body.

  Jason lifted up and pressed his body into mine until he couldn’t go any further. My body arched off the bed.

  “Ohh, ahh!”I moaned. His face lowered and he licked my tears off my face. It was weird and nasty and I was turned on by it.

  “You taste so sweet.” He groaned into my earlobe.

  He lifted again and slammed his enormous dick deep into me. His dick was so big I could felt every single movement he made. He punched my insides with every stroke. The routine varied but the hits were real, jab, hook, cross, uppercut. My featherweight pussy was in the ring with his heavyweight dick.

  He hammered into me and it felt too good to describe. His balls bounced on my ass as his dick ripped me open over and over again. He was quick and precise and every time he hit the sides of my walls I wanted to curl up in a ball.

  This young man could fuck. His energy, passion and sex skills terrified me. Tonight I loved being afraid. My body hadn’t had this much live-action in forever. My pussy lips were becoming more sensitive and I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm. I had to come. I was going to come and when Jason pressed one of my legs flat on the mattress I couldn’t hold on even longer. A fierce orgasm rippled through my body and burned a gaping hole in my heart. This dick was so good it was too much.

  Jason dropped my other leg. My pussy wasn’t done with him. My insides contracted and held him in my darkest tunnel. Jason twitched every time my pussy shuddered around him. Six contractions later Jason collapsed on top of me. I thought I could feel his cum ooze into my body but it was all probably my imagination. His sweat drenched me and it smelled like lemon tea. I couldn’t help myself I licked his neck. I liked tea.

  Chapter 12

  KATRINA

  That wasn’t a dream. I couldn’t even dream of sex that magically delicious. Before I could open my eyes my brain did a little recap of the previous night. There was sex, lots of sex. I wasn’t ready for all the sex. Good was an understatement. He made my body come to life. My libido was resurrected. I didn’t remember sex ever being like that and I had a few dicks in my life. Jason’s sex was far better than what I got when I was married.