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The Call
The phone woke me up, and I wondered who would
be calling me so late. It seemed I had just
fallen asleep and now I was thrown out of my
dreams by the damn phone.
I looked at the clock. It read 2:00am.
"Jesus!" I said, more than a little annoyed.
I was going to ignore it, but it kept ringing,
and my answering machine wasn't picking up for
some reason - I'd have to get a knew one soon.
I rolled over and picked up the receiver,
"Hello?" I said, the irritation apparent in my
tone. But the voice on the other line melted all
of my annoyance with just four words.
"Can I come over?" the voice said. It was low
and husky, and it made me shudder.
"Yeah." I said, no longer upset about the hour.
"Good. Open the door." The voice said in such a
deep creamy tone, that it took me a second to
realize what was asked.
I bolted upright, and hopped out of my bed. I
was at my front door in two seconds. I knew who
would be behind the door when I opened it, and I
didn't want to waste anytime letting her in.
I opened the door and melted, feeling wetness
between my legs instantly. She was like sex
incarnate. She stood there, leaning against the
door jam with that sexy little smirk on her
face. Her smirk widened into a smile as I opened
the door. Damn, that smile could make me do
things I should be ashamed of, things I wouldn't
think of doing normally, things that I would
only do for her.
She was so damn sexy. She was five feet, ten
inches of smooth caramel skin on top of rock
solid muscle. She had on a thick Coogi jacket,
but I knew that the arms underneath were rippled
with muscle. The black beater she had on did
little to hide the eight pack it covered. Her
dreadlocked hair was hanging loose, and her ears
held two diamond studs. I looked over her face,
taking in her lips, the lips I knew where soft
as pillows. I looked at her hazel eyes, deep and
mysterious. I could smell her cologne - Curve -
the scent familiar to me. Yes, she was sexy, and
there was no denying it.
I stepped back, letting her into the apartment.
She came in, walking with that swagger that made
my knees weak. She stood just inside the
apartment, leaning against the wall. She looked
me up and down as I stood about four feet away,
watching me like a lion watches a gazelle. Every
nerve in my body was on high alert, and she
hadn't even touched me yet!
She looked me in my eye and spoke. "Why you all
the way over there? Come here, ma."
I walked over to her without hesitation.
Normally, I would have been upset at a pet name
like 'ma.' I make it a practice of ignoring
women, and men, when they call me something
that. But coming from her, I didn't mind; she
could have called me Mufasa for all I cared.
I got close to her, and she wrapped her hands
around my waist, sliding them up and down my
back, making me shiver. Her hands were like
electricity, and I wanted to feel them all over
me.
"Can I get a kiss?" she said, smiling that
mesmerizing smile. Of course she could, she
could get whatever she wanted from me just so
long as she made me feel the way only she could.
I leaned up to her, knowing that what awaited me
would be nothing short of mind-numbing. When her
lips met mine, they were soft and warm. She
pressed lightly into me, making me moan. Her
hands had left my waist, and were know cupping
my behind as she pulled me in against her body.
I reached up and ran my hands through her hair,
loving the feel of it in my fingers.
The kiss was deepening, and I couldn't help but
grind myself against her pelvis. When I did, I
was met with something solid; I moaned, knowing
that soon it would be inside of me. Soon, she
would take me like I wanted to be taken. Soon, I
would be screaming her name.
She left my lips and started her trail across my
cheek and past my ear to my neck and collarbone,
the whole time eliciting little moans of
pleasure from my lips. Her hands, her tongue,
her lips, her hips, everything was taking me
over. I couldn't think straight anymore.
Suddenly, she picked me up, wrapping my legs
around her waist. She smiled at the surprise
that registered on my face and started toward my
bedroom. I didn't have to tell her where to go.
She had been there many times before; she knew
it well.
We got to the room, and she began undressing me.
She didn't have much to take off, because I only
had on a tank top and panties, a fact I think
she enjoyed. She kissed each shoulder as she
slid the straps of my shirt off, following the
fabric with her tongue as she slid it down my
body. She tucked her fingers into my panties,
and kissed around the waistband. She pulled them
down painfully slow while I felt the chill of
cool air come in contact with my skin. She
finished undressing me, and gently pushed me
onto the bed. I laid back, waiting for her.
She began undressing for me, giving my eyes
something to worship. I watched as her heavy
jacket came off, revealing the tone, taught
muscles of her arms. I thought about how strong
those arms where and how many times they had
picked me up into such wonderful positions. I
watched her peel of her beater, and marveled at
the muscles that covered her stomach. I wanted
nothing more than to run my tongue between them
taste the saltiness of her skin. She started
unbuckling her belt, and I had to bite my lip to
stop the moan that wanted to come out of my
mouth. She undid her belt, her button, and then
the zipper. When she let the pants fall and
stepped out of them, standing before me with
nothing but boxers and a pronounced bulge, I was
so ready for her. I knew I must have been
dripping. She took off the only thing that was
separating me from that beautiful thing between
her legs, and walked up to the bed.
She grabbed me by my waist and jerked me toward
the edge of the bed, placing herself between my
legs, pointing herself at my opening. She put
her hands on my knees, and I opened my legs wide
for her, wanting her to know that she could have
me, that I wanted her, needed her. She bent at
the waist and kissed me, her phallus rubbing up
against me, making me thrust up, trying to feel
more. When she broke the kiss, and I looked into
her eyes, I noticed how much darker they were
than before. She was just as turned on as I was.
Without a word, she pushed it in, sighing as she
did. I screamed. I felt so good, so good I
couldn't help but scream. She slowly eased the
rest in until she was pressed up against me.
Then she leaned over once again. This time, her
kiss made me want to cry it felt so good. Her
lips seared into me, making my blood boil. She
always had that affect on me, and no matter what
happened I knew she always would.
Slowly, smoothly, she began a rhythm. She held
my hips as she slid it in and out, over and over
again. Soon my head was spinning and I just let
myself go. She started to pick up pace, and I
could hear her breathing hard. I had one hand
full of my sheets, and the other full of her
hair.
She was slamming into me now, her hips moving
unbelievably fast. I had stopped trying to stay
quiet, I let the screams flow from me freely. I
knew anyone passing my door would hear me, and
probably think I was being murdered, but I
didn't care. She was making me feel wonderful,
and I had to let her know it.
Suddenly, she pulled out, and flipped me over,
pushing me up on my hands and knees. I stuck my
ass out, wanting her to fill me up again. She
did. Her hips her moving like pistons, driving
me crazy. She held my hips and drove into me. I
could hear little moans and grunts coming from
her lips, and I knew she was feeling just as
good as I was.
She was still pumping into me when she reached
around my waist to strum at my clit. That was
too much for me, and I exploded.
"I'm...oh God...I'm cumming baby! Don't stop!" I
was screaming "Fuck me baby! Fuck...aahh!" I
collapsed onto the bed, my entire body super
sensitive. She kept going, holding my waist.
Again, I came, the second just as good as the
first. Then, I could hear her breath catch and
feel her grip on me tighten. She was close.
I pushed myself back, meeting her thrust for
thrust, wanting her to cum for me, on top of me,
with me. She let out a moan that sounded almost
like a growl, then she fell over onto me,
kissing my shoulders. We lay there like that for
a while, her on top of me, she hadn't pulled out
yet. I laid there, loving the feeling of her on
top of me, the fullness inside of me.
After a few minutes, she pulled out, stepped out
of her harness, and climbed into bed with me.
She pulled me into her arms and kissed my
forehead, running her fingers through my hair.
She made me feel beautiful. We fell asleep
cuddled together.
*
I woke when I felt movement in the bed next to
me, and opened my eyes to see her sitting on the
edge of my bed. She was fully dressed and
stringing up her shoes. She heard me stir and
looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.
Seeing that smile almost made up for the fact
that she was leaving, almost. I always hated
this part. She'd come over, fuck my brains out,
and then just leave.
She stood, and walked out of the room. I threw
on a robe and followed her into the living room.
Just as she was walking out of the door, she
turned, lifted my chin with her hand, and gave
me one last kiss that shook me to my core.
"I'll call you," was all she said, and with
that, she turned and walked out the door.
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes
remembering what had happened just a few hours
before, still feeling a warm tingle. I walked
back to my room and laid in my bed. I couldn't
wait for her next call.
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