Diary of A. . . (11 page)

Theo’s body curved so I could reach up and
put my arms around his neck and run my fingers over his braids. His
tongue swirled around mine. This was some kind of soul kiss because
even my spirit was aroused.

I don’t know when or how it happened, but
his hands were moving over the front of my bodice and soon my
breasts were uncovered. Theo reluctantly broke the mouth kiss to
plant hot kisses upon my skin all the way down until he suckled my
nipples.

I was in heaven and knocked my head against
the wall, wantonly clawing his back and licking his ears and neck.
His mouth returned to mine as his hands finished exposing my upper
body. Yes, I did help a little with getting the skirt down to my
ankles along with the pantyhose, but in his desire to touch me, he
literally ripped my silken underwear off my body. I was too caught
up in the moment to really care as his hand stuffed between my
legs. There was a groan of longing from him as he felt my
wetness.

‘Say stop!’ my conscience told me, but at
the time, Theo’s tongue was finding a million and one ways to
remember the inside of my mouth and his hands were mixing my
emotions until I didn’t know which way was up.

His undershirt was off and his pants came
open. Yes, I did that – I think - because I was in a desirous fog.
My sexual senses were down to the basic. I wanted dick. I wanted to
be fucked like no tomorrow. As I reached down between Theo’s legs
and felt the large hardened lump, I knew I was going to get my
wish.

When I tried to reach into his pants to feel
what I wanted, he moved his hands behind me, spread my ass apart
and began to play in my anal area. The sensation startled me and
made me instantly wetter.

What the fuck? Do I have a sign on my
fucking head that says play with her ass?

My body rubbed and gyrated. I wondered when
he was going to suggest we find a room.

Theo licked my neck, chest and moved back
down to give my breasts a lot more TLC. Damn, I was loving it. Food
was forgotten and lust was making my world feel so good.

My moans were exciting him, but he was
drawing them out of me. I wasn’t working to excite myself. Theo was
taking care of business. Working a bitch into a serious heat.

Again I tried to reach down to grasp his
manhood, but he somehow distracted me again when his other hand
moved in front to play with my pussy yet again. He did some weird
swirling sensation with his thumb, while the index finger moved in
and out.

Oh damn! Mack who?’

Yeah, I know I told myself just a kiss from
Theo. I know I did and that’s what was going through my mind, but
damn if I could remember my name, let alone care what I promised to
Mackeroy Jackson at that moment.

Theo was a working man and he was working it
out.

I found a sweet spot on his neck, which
drove him wild.

“Dammit, woman,” he cursed, but it was in
jest because he smiled as he attacked my mouth again.

We were turning each other on with our
kisses and touches. His skin was hot and I was pheening for a big
bed to lay his giant-ass down on so I could lick every nook and
cranny.

“You got a bed?” I breathlessly whispered as
I let him drop my clothes at our feet.

We were now grinding our bodies against each
other hard in a sexual horizontal tango that cried for
gratification.

I tried again to reach between his legs
because I really just wanted to touch him. This time he pulled my
hand up again and kissed each and every finger tenderly, then
licked down my arm, up to my neck and returned to my mouth.

Why didn’t he want me to touch him?

I didn’t linger on this thought because his
kisses were so damn high-quality. It was like the more we kissed,
the better we got at it.

I could feel Theo’s sexual frustration,
because his kisses were getting more demanding and his touch was
getting rougher. He seemed to be in a quandary.

“Fuck!” Theo sneered, taking a brief
breather and stepping slightly away.

I stepped out of my pantyhose, but put back
on my heels and stood before him naked. His brown eyes were
glistening in sexual tension. He ran an aggravated hand over his
cornrows.

“I’m ready,” I whispered confidently.

A very serious look came over his face. “Are
you sure?”

I nodded eagerly, really thinking we were
doing some verbal foreplay.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” he ordered.

I wondered what game he was playing.

His hands touched his chest and then moved
down to his washboard abs. Theo was a great specimen of a man. With
his skin being a dark chocolate, there was a beautiful glow about
his body. I really appreciated God’s artwork.

I didn’t stop watching and he didn’t stop
looking at me. His thick fingers rested on the lining of his
briefs. My breath quickened in my chest as I enjoyed this visual
sex. His pants were wide open and I saw his bulge that looked
almost as if it were pulsing to get out. I noticed also that the
lump didn’t seem to be just between his legs, but… down his
thigh?

No, it was just the way the pants were
situated on his body. Right? Anything else would be impossible. Or
rather something you’d read about in a Zane book.

“You watching?” Theo asked.

Hell yes! Because I was very curious as to
why he kept me from touching him.

Firmly gripping the lining of his boxers, he
pushed them down to his ankles, taking his pants with him. Then he
slowly stood back up to reveal…

Entry Eighteen

Sorry I had to pause in my entry, but I was
on the plane to New York writing my entry and it was time to get
off.

Now I’m in my hotel room, resting
comfortably before my first meeting in a couple of hours.

When I turned on my phone, after I got off
the plane, I had e-mail messages from Cassandra, my sister, and
even one from Rick.

But I’ll call them back later. Right now,
your eyeballs are probably about to pop out your head if I don’t
finish telling you what happened with Theo.

Now where was I?

Oh yeah...

Theo stepped back, pulled down his boxers
and then stood up to reveal the motherfucking eighth wonder of the
world.

What was so odd was that as I stared at what
looked like an eleven-inch long, two-inch wide dark brown anaconda
with a light brown head between his legs, a brief realization swept
over me.

Single man, comfortable job, 35, and no kids
around? Of course there had to be something wrong with him, but it
wasn’t internally. What woman in her right mind could possibly take
what he did during the day and then have to deal with his one-eyed
monster every night? Because brother man seriously looked like he
loved to get some every night.

Theo was carrying around what was wrong with
him. Literally carrying it around! If I had a hat on, I’d turn it
around to the back to show I was ready to put the work in, because
Theo’s dick was a thing of beauty and I was going to glorify him
profusely.

Although my initial reaction was something
to be desired, he didn’t have to shock me like that.

The scream from my lips startled Theo. Hell,
it startled me. Especially since dick has never intimidated me
before. I mean, I’m no stranger to dick and I have seen more than
plenty big dicks since my college days. So what made Theo’s so
different?

This motherfucker had the nerve to curve!
Not just lean to the left, but curve damn near 180 degrees. It
looked broke. I kid you not!

“Are you done being shocked?” Theo asked
sourly. His hard on was lightening up.

Knowing I had caused him some distress, I
stepped forward and touched the base of it with one hand, yet even
that didn’t complete the circumference. Thick, long and
curved...poor baby.

I was a little unsettled because as much as
I wanted him, I didn’t know if I could take him.

“I ruined the moment, didn’t I?” I asked
solemnly.

“Yes.”

Chuckling because I knew he would say that,
I licked my lips and then asked, “You’re going to let me make it up
to you?”

His shaft tightened. “Later,” he promised
before consuming my mouth again.

I allowed his passion to make me forget the
“viper” and become swallowed up in his big arms again.

You can take it, I convinced myself. You
can’t say no now! You’ve aroused him too much. Plus you really want
some dick right now.

When I knew his neck had to be hurting from
hunching over, I was about to suggest we find a bed. But before I
could utter a word, this cornbread fed giant, cupped my ass and
lifted me – he lifted me! – off the floor, moved my legs to
straddle him as he guided his manhood to the wet spot between my
legs.

Now I know my ass weighs a good 140, 160
pounds when Aunt Dottie comes to visit due to water weight gain.
But Theo wasn’t straining or huffing and puffing at all as he
lifted me. It was so natural. As if he had been preparing his whole
life to hold me like this.

My back pressed hard against the wall. My
arms moved and locked behind his neck, but I didn’t have to hold
myself up because he was doing all the work.

With my eyes closed, I relaxed my body as I
felt him enter. I bit my lip nervously, worried about the curve. I
heard him strain because of my tightness. That sound seemed to
vibrate into my own body, instantly saturating me even more.

Theo cursed viciously and used my weight to
press all the way into me. I could listen to his sexual grunts and
groans all day. It was still a tense squeeze to move inside of me
despite the workout Rahem had given me the night before. But Theo
didn’t know that. He just looked genuinely pleased and even amazed
that I was taking so much of him.

Did it hurt? Not at all. Every inch of Theo
inside of me was pleasurable...no, beyond pleasurable.

Theo shuddered and cursed. I wanted to laugh
because all my fears had been allayed. That curve of his was
titillating me even more. Hell, if I knew it was going to be this
much fun, I’d have found a man like this a long time ago.

One couldn’t just describe in a single
sitting what I was feeling as Theo began to work himself in and out
of me. He worked my body, moved my ass and had me completely open
to his powerful thrusts.

He had risen to his full height, still using
the wall to give him the leverage he needed.

Damn, if this man knew how to work it. Theo
was a multi-tasker and scientist all at the same time. As
concentrated as he was on getting pleasured, he could still
remember to keep in mind my weight, the science of his thrusts to
bring the best satisfaction out of me, and the obvious fact that we
were standing up.

Not once did it feel awkward. Not once did I
feel like he was going to drop me.

That’s why I was mindless. I didn’t care
about consequences. Just the moment. The most arousing moment I had
ever experienced.

Theo’s shaft seemed to thicken and I cried.
Tears streamed down my face as we came to an apex together.

His hold on my ass never faltered and I
collapse on his broad bare chest, hearing his racing heartbeat in
my ear doing the same thing as mine.

There was that familiar silence between us,
but yet again it wasn’t uncomfortable.

I liked it. I liked the peace we had between
each other.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured in my ear.

I didn’t speak because I was sorry, too. Not
sorry it happened, but sorry I had lost my motherfucking mind and
not used protection.

“I don’t usually have casual sex with women
without protection,” he continued.

Dammit! He was doing that mind reading shit
again.

“I don’t either,” I said breathlessly, still
laying on his chest and oozing real emotional pleasure at the fact
that he was still holding me and still hard inside of me like he
hadn’t just gotten his rocks off. His arms didn’t shake or seemed
like they were tired at all.

“You’ve had casual sex with women?” he
questioned.

I looked up at him incredulously. There was
a glint of amusement in his eyes. I couldn’t help, but smile.

Theo was being comical. Somehow I knew this
was a rare moment for him because he didn’t look like the kind of
guy that found anything fucking funny.

“You know what I meant.” I squirmed a little
and lightly pushed on his shoulder. “Put me down.”

He leaned in and kissed me voraciously
again. I let him. I enjoyed it.

We both gasped as he dislodged his still
hardened member from my soaking wet feminine cavern. The sensation
was electric for the both of us.

Slowly, Theo eased me down, never breaking
eye contact with me. When he knew my legs were steady enough, he
released me completely and stepped back.

He started to pull up his pants.

“Wait,” I said quietly. “You’re still hard.”
I knew he had orgasm by the evidence running down between my
thighs.

“Because I still want you,” he said
obviously as he secured his pants. He stepped back again to reach
behind him and open a door on the other side of the hallway.
Something I hadn’t noticed before because of his large body.

I knew I was blushing from his
statement.

Suddenly he stiffened a bit, as if I had
done something wrong. His tone of voice became neutral as if I had
called him a bad name. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out
what I had done wrong – if I had done something wrong.

“You can wash up in the bathroom. There’s a
robe on the back door,” he said.

I stepped past him and went into the
bathroom, wondering what I had done for him to act so distant.

He kneeled to retrieve my clothes and even
picked up my overnight bag at the front door and brought it over to
me. “There are fresh washcloths in the cabinet under the sink,”
Theo instructed. “Let me know if you’ll be needing anything
else.”