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Chris escorted Angela into his new home. It definitely had a woman’s touch. And that woman was no doubt Mama Van. As she walked through, she noticed a large portrait of Mama Van above the fireplace. In no way did Angela want to hurt Mama Van. ‘But sometimes, the good had to suffer with the bad’ she thought.
Chris walked up behind her and gently put his arms around her waist. She resisted but quickly thought of her plan.
“Chris, I don’t think this is appropriate.” She turned around to face him. He was looked so innocent and harmless. She wondered how so much insecurity lived inside a man who exemplified so much confidence.
“I never realized how much I hurt you until tonight. I am guilty of the charges brought against me. I don’t want to be acquitted—just forgiven.”
Before she could answer, he kissed her gently on her lips, then her chin, her nose, her left cheek, and her right cheek. ‘Damn, this man is good’ she thought. He checked for signs of resistance or displeasure. Without any, he proceeded to kiss her neck. His hand cupped her soft bottom while his other hand massaged the small of her back. She pulled away. He nibbled on her ear and whispered, “Don’t leave. This night was meant to be.”
She allowed herself to be led to his bedroom. He sat down on the bed. Standing between his legs, she removed his shirt and allowed him to remove her dress. He relished the body before him—-taking his time to explore all her parts. He covered her body with sensual kisses. Straddling his lap, she allowed him to suckle on her breasts. He teased her nipples with his tongue and massaged her back with his hands.
She whispered, “WE shouldn’t do this. I’m here to talk.”
He teased her left nipple, which was at full attention. “Your body is saying all I need to hear.”
She playfully pushed him away. “Seriously, Chris, this is not why I came here.”
He looked into her eyes and pleaded, “Just this one night.”
Acting as if she was succumbing to her passion, “One night is all we need.”
In one fluid motion, he lifted her up and laid her onto the bed. He began sucking her toes and massaging her legs. He moved up inch by inch until he found her true pleasure. Once there, he spent what seemed like an eternity in her middle. His warm tongue massaged her lips and her spot. She arched her back in pure pleasure. He finally penetrated her lips with his long tongue. She always loved it when he did that. She groaned with anticipation of what was to come. He continued stroking her with his tongue until she screamed out in orgasmic pleasure.
Then he stood up and removed his pants. She had forgotten how beautiful his body was and how bountiful his penis was. Considering her inactivity, she was doubtful she would accommodate him. He must have seen the apprehension on her face because he flashed a smile of comfort.
“Don’t worry. I am not as impatient as I used to be. You can handle it. I promise.”
He continued his simulation with his fingers while he kissed, licked, and sucked all over her upper body. He motioned to see if he was still welcome. She replied by spreading her legs. He positioned himself on top of her. He showered her with kisses to her tummy and chest. He kissed her neck and whispered, “Whenever you’re ready.” It was Chris’s custom to let the woman decide when he invade her territory.
“I’m waiting.” Angela nervously stated.
Chris glided himself inside her. He felt her tightness and slowly rocked back and forth until he could completely insert himself. Angela moaned in sexual gratification almost forgetting why she was there. This wasn’t personal. It was business.
Chris supported himself on his elbows and lifted Angela’s pelvis with his thighs. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back and crossed her ankles. She grabbed the headboard to hang on for dear life. His thrusts became deeper and more frequent. She moaned with each thrust. She eventually lifted both legs until they rested upon his shoulders. Forget business. This was personal.
He slowed his motion when he felt her insides tremble. She begged him not to stop. He continued his penetration. A tear fell down her cheek with each thrust. They were tears mixed with pleasure and pain, guilt and shame, and most of all—revenge. Now he was losing his control. Chris grunted with his thrusts. Angela scratched his back in ecstasy. Simultaneously, Angela screamed with pleasure and Chris exploded inside her. Angela felt his warmth spray inside her and wished she felt warm outside.
Chris relaxed and rested his head in Angela’s breasts. She squeezed him tightly. She secretly desired he could have been more of a man two years ago. Yet, she knew he still wasn’t a man today. Her tears clouded her view of the ceiling. He kissed her tears away. For the first time, she felt his compassion. She saw his capacity to love.
She rolled him over and began to kiss his chest and stomach. As she worked to peak his arousal, her emotions turned to anger. She thought how her life had changed since their break-up; how she allowed this man to fault her for his insecurities.
She mounted him. “I hope you enjoy the ride.”
She slid onto his penis. He let out a loud, sensual sigh. She moved up and down and squeezed her pelvis with each motion. Chris moaned with each squeeze. With each squeeze, Angela smiled with revenge.
Deep down, she didn’t think Chris deserved such a fate, but neither did she. She closed her eyes and thought about how different their lives would be had Chris been man enough to love her. She rested her hands on his chest and was tempted to strangle him. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and began to match her stroke-for-stroke. She tilted her body forward and curved her back. Each stroke hit that one spot. She felt her body tingle with ecstasy. He gripped her ass in an attempt to slow things down but it was too late. Chris felt his ejaculation flow inside her. He was totally exhausted. Angela collapsed across his chest. Each of them had their reason for tonight. His was reconciliation. Hers was retaliation. Only one of them would get their wish.
Chris awoke to an empty bed. Angela had left in the wee hours of the night. He noticed his computer was on. He got up to read the screen.
It’s time you stop making truth out of a lie. But that is your problem. Trust that I have my own. Feel me when I say I will never be the same. Now, neither will you. Isn’t it poetic justice that a bastard should be treated like one; especially when he doesn’t even know it. I have Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. Now, exactly, where were those condoms last night? They damn sure weren’t being used in me.
Chris stared at his computer for what seemed like hours. His heart raced. His insides burned. He stumbled into the table and fell onto the floor. A litany of messages sang from his machine.
“Hi Chris. This is Wanda. I hadn’t heard from you and.....”
“Lover, this is Stacey. I need my fix...”
“I called you yesterday. Where you been? I was hoping...”
“I miss you boy. Call me when...”
“I texted you. Why didn’t you text...”
The different voices blended together. It was all a big blur. He was short of breath and his head was throbbing. Then he heard the last message. Angela’s voice was distinct.
“Welcome to my world. A world where you can’t right the wrongs. A world where your fate will be worse than your death.”
The tear that streamed down Chris’ face blended with the raindrops that rolled down his window.