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to me, looking into my eyes, running his fingers
through my hair. “It helped me put things in perspective.”
    “What’s your perspective now?”
    “On loving you from head to toe, from your
knees to your clit, to your tits to your lips. I want to make you
cum so many times you forget the last few days you had. I want to
go to sleep kissing you. I want to wake up kissing you.”
    He kissed me again. Kissed me so good I got
wet, or at least wetter than I already was.
    He eased his tongue out of my mouth, licked
tentatively over my lips, tasted what was left of my Pina Colada
flavored lip gloss along with the drink he’d bought me inside the
club. His kisses went lower. He eased down the top of my tube dress
and exposed my already hard nipples. We might’ve been in a private
garage, but anybody could still walk in, walk by. Anybody could see
me. See us. See him licking and sucking my nipples as if they were
really mocha flavored, as if I tasted the way I looked. Sweet like
coffee filled with sugar and just the right amount of cream so your
java was still strong and potent. I threw my head back, arched my
back as I angled towards him and moaned as he worked his mouth over
my 34Bs, as if he’d been waiting to do it all week since the last
time we’d made love. Made love. Fucked. Sexed one another till we
couldn’t move. It was rare when you found someone you could have
all three of those things with; rarer still when you get all of
that in one night.
    The last time we’d been together was seven
days ago and it had been one-on-one time. He’d run the tub for me
at his place, got the water nice and steamy, gave me a hot oil
massage in the tub as I soaked. After the massage he’d washed me,
soaped me down with a towel and then wiped it all away, drained the
tub, then climbed into the shower with me, held my hips as my palms
were splayed against the tiles of the shower, as he eased inside of
me and out of me too many times to count, made me scream and cum as
hot water rained down on us and the steam in the bathroom became as
thick as a heavy fog. I hadn’t felt that good in a long while.
    Then Scott had had to come along with his
bullshit and mess it all up, taking away any and all of those
residual good feelings I’d had.
    But now Chris was trying to do me a solid,
trying to erase what couldn’t be erased, but he was going to put
forth his best effort, that much I could tell. He was already
making it up to me in ways I could definitely repay him. Ways that
I was looking forward to repaying.
    He put one of his hands between my thighs,
and then I felt two of his fingers as they slid over my slit,
played with me, teased me before he eased them inside me as he
started finger fucking me. Sucking my nipples, back and forth
between the left and right one so neither got jealous, as he
slammed his fingers inside my sweet spot, the most sacred area of
my body, the one that gave pleasure and pain, sometimes both at the
same time, over and over again. He curved his fingers, found what
he was looking for and started to rub that dime-sized circle on the
inside of me that amplified the pleasure I felt times infinity as I
grabbed onto him, as I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head, as
I let myself go and let him take me nirvana in that carnal way, on
that journey the mortal body was so fond on taking, experiencing,
reveling in, enjoying…getting lost in.
    ***
    Back in the club I felt different than I had
when we’d first arrived. I felt better. Infinity times ten fold
kind of better, but I knew that feeling could improve with time.
Chris looked more relaxed as well even though he hadn’t gotten the
brand of stress relief I’d received.
    We didn’t say much to one another, but every
once in a while he’d lean over and kiss me on the lips, on the
cheeks, or on the neck, and then give me that look that almost made
me want to tell him to lets skip out on the earlier plans and go
back to one of our places, get into one of our