Authors: Ambrielle Kirk
“You belong to me, Lissa. How can I convince you of that? What do you want me to do? I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it tak
es to have you
. When will you realize
that
your fiancé doesn’t deserve you?”
“And when will you realize that if we continue in this way, we both are in danger of being caught?” Michael suspected too much. He realized that something was different about her. The more time she spent with Quinton, the less time she was occupied trying to please Michael.
“I’m not the one who wants to hide our relationship, Lissa? I want this. I want you.”
“Quinton, please…I need time to think. Time away from everything. Don’t attempt to come here. I will see you in a couple days at closing.”
Julissa hung up the phone.
**
“How is everything going?” Christina asked
Julissa had just stepped out of the shower on Thursday night, when Christina called her on the cell phone.
“Okay.”
“
Just o
kay? You don’t sound as if everything is okay.”
She knew Christina would try to get
her to talk. The truth was, she really did
n’t want to talk to any
one
at all
for that matter.
She just wasn’t in the mood.
“
Everything is okay.” Julissa
wrapped herself in a bathrobe before entering the bedroom, taking her body cream with her.
“Come on, Li
ssa. You know very well what I’
m talking about? Is Michael there or something?”
Michael was not home yet from
work, but he would soon be
. “Nothing has changed about my situation, if that’s what you want to know.
”
“Does that mean
you’re still sleeping with Quinton?”
Her tone of voice became harsh.
Julissa sat on the edge of bed.
“Not really. I mean, no, we decided that we would stop earlier this week. After he closes on his home, I doubt that we will be seei
ng much of each other anymore.”
“You doubt?”
“Like I said, after our work relationship is over, it will be easier to separate myself from him. Before, I couldn’t do that.”
“You couldn’t?”
She frowned.
“Christina! Why are you r
epeating after everything I say
? Do you think that I’m lying?”
A friend was supposed to support her, not doubt her.
“I just feel that you’ve been neglecting Michael this whole entire time.
What has gotten into you? This is so not like you, Lissa.
”
“
W
hose
side are you on, anyway?” Phone cradled between her shoulder and ears, Julissa began applying body cream to her arms and legs.
“Yours. That’s why I’m kind of warning you. Why haven’t you guys started planning for your wedding? Have you put th
at on the back burner
,
to
o,
so
you could continue your affair?”
“What? Christina, I don’t need this from you.”
“Look, all I’m saying is that if you didn’t want to marry Michael, you shouldn’t have said yes, knowing you were going to sleep with Quinton. Do you even want to be with Michael?”
Julissa couldn’t believe that her best friend was disciplining her. She was an adult. She could make her own decisions. “Yes, I want to be with Michael.”
“Then
you should start doing whatever you can so that he is aware of that. Because, righ
t now, girl…
you’
re slippin’. Don’t you want to
get
married?”
“Okay, I made a few mistakes.” Julissa opened up her robe and applied the cream to her torso. “But, I’ve told you that those mistakes will not happen again.”
“So
you want your relationship to work with Michael?”
“Yes, I do. I w
ant the real Michael back. The one that I met across the street from the café so long ago.
I haven’t told you this before, but over the past year or so things have really changed about Michael.
”
“Great. You two will work this out, I’m sure.
” Christina seemed satisfied.
Julissa wasn’t sure why she was so concerned about her
and Michael’s relationship.
She’d never been this worried before. Perhaps it was because she was worried about signing her own marriage license over the past year
that she didn’t have time to talk about Julissa’s love life
.
“I
—
,” Before Julissa could continue, she heard steps. Michael’s steps. And then the door opened to their bedroom.
“You what?” Christina asked.
“What is this talk about me? I heard
my name coming up the stairs?”
he asked.
“Is that Michael?”
“Yes, Christina, it’s Michael. He just got home.” Julissa wrapped the robe tightly around her naked body.
Michael joined her at the
bed
side
and pushed his hands down into the opening
of the robe
and smoothed his palm against her neck.
Julissa stiffened.
“Ask Christina how the married life is?”
Christina must have heard Michael because she responded. “Tell him that I said it’s great.
Lots
of excitement. And
lots
of sex.”
“She said it’s great.”
His fingers had also moved further down to her breasts.
“That’s not all I s
aid. Tell him,” Christina urged
.
“She said lots of excitement,” Julissa mumbled.
“And?
” Christina pressed some more.
“And she said
lots
of sex.”
Michael smiled. “Well, perhaps, if she were to let you off the pho
ne the
n we can get a head start righ
t now on the excitement and sex.” H
e pressed his lips to her neck.
“Oooo,” Christina replied.
“
I see you have no problems in the bedroom. Enjoy! Bye-bye, girl, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Christina hung up the phone, leaving her to face Michael alone.
“You smell good,” Michael said, moving the tip of his nose across her skin. It was cold.
“It’s my lotion.” Julissa held up the jar of body cream out to him, hoping to increase the space between them.
“I see that.” Michael took the jar out of her hand and placed it on the
nightstand. H
e pushed her robe off her shoulders and onto
the bed to reveal her
naked
body
except for a pair of satin bikini panties.
He groaned aloud, taking in an eyeful
.
Julissa had always had that effect on Michael, so it was no surprise. It was the frequency of taking out time to have sex with each other that had decreas
ed.
He tweaked both her nipples with his thumb and
fingers. His fingers were chilly
and they peaked right up. Michael had not approached her since that night he slapped her and had his way with her
body
. He either slept on the couch or slipped into the bed so late in the night that she didn’t even notice until she woke up beside him.
Maybe he was sorry for what he’d done, but he’d never so much as uttered a verbal apology.
“Julissa, how would you like me to fuck you tonight?”
“Michael…”
Not another night like before.
He managed to part her legs.
“Answer my question.” He undressed himself. First, his shirt, and then his pants and briefs.
“I don’t want…” Julissa didn’t finish.
“Don’t say that
you don’t want it, Julissa. Because
you do. It was you who said that you want me to come home and fuck you. Do you remember that?” Michael pulled her panties down her legs.
“Yes.”
“Then
why are you trying to deny it? How do you want it?” Michael stroked himself with his right hand, fingering her clit with his left. “Has cat got your tongue now? All of a sudden, you can’t speak?” Michael bent his head and suckled her nipple int
o this mouth. His touch felt foreign and
unfamiliar. With both arms, he pulled her forward, until her ass was rested on the edge of the bed, and placed the head of his dick on her pussy.
He kissed her. “I love you, Juliss
a.”
Julissa only half wished that she could erase the last couple of months. But, that would mean she would have to give up her engagement to Michael.
It would also mean she would have never met Quinton.
Quinton’s face was a clear vision in her head, like a
memory that would not go away, even while with her fiancé.
How could she even think about him?
Julissa flinched and bit her bottom lip when Michael tried to enter her. Her barrier would not allow it. She was not aroused. Her pussy was dry.
But, i
f Michael wanted to enter her, he could. He had proven that a few nights ago.
Michael looked into her eyes. “You won’t let me in?” He almost looked pitiful. “I know what you need.” He dipped his head and buried his face between her legs. The strokes of his tongue were long and slow as he licked from her opening to her clit. “Mmmmm, babe, this is the best tasting pussy ever.”
When Michael wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck, she closed her eyes, and laid back on the bed.
Michael moaned into her pussy, as he sucked and licked her.
I
t still wasn’t enough to make her cum. The rhythm was a little off and licks were too hard. Julissa rubbed the top of his head with her hands. Before long, she was moving his head the way that she wanted him to lick her and he was catching on pretty quickly. With her hands she pushed him back just a little. “Lick it just like that. Softer,” she instructed.
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned, between licks. “You’re so sweet, babe.”
Julissa moved her pelvis, thrusting herself at him. At the same time, she kept her hand on the top of his head, so
he would not lose the
tempo. She closed her eyes and imagined what she really needed. What she needed was to be fucked.
The reality was that Michael was right.
What she wanted was a big thick dick pummeling her pussy from all diffe
rent angles and at many different
speeds
.
Oh, what she wouldn’t give to have his dick fill her pussy right now. Where was he when she really needed him? She needed him now more than ever. “Ooooo. Rig
ht there, right there. Q. Mmmm
.”
Julissa’s eyes flew open and she lifted herself up. She didn’t just say his name.
“What’s wrong?” Michael looked up at her, startled. His lips were glistening wet with her pussy juices.
“Nothing.” Julissa shook her head. “I…nothing. Just fuck me.” Julissa lifted her legs up onto his shoulders.
The smile on Michael’s face spread wider at her invitation. He threw his head back in pleasure as he entered her juicy wet canal. Michael pounded her quickly, intensely, as if he was sex deprived. He came moments later, landing on top of her.
“You’re squishing me,
”
she said, and slid out from under him.
“Mr. Brennan. Congratulations. You just bought yourself a house.” The closing attorney handed Quinton a set of keys from across the table.
“Thank
you.”
Quinton took the keys in his palm and smiled.
“
I appreciate your
help with the closing.”
After shaking hands and gathering up their belongings, Quinton followed Julissa outside in the parking lot.
“I’m happy for you.” She leaned against her, smiling at him.
“Since this could not have been possible without your help, would you like to assist me in celebrating with a
little champagne in my new home?
”
Julissa looked at the time on her cell phone. “I would love to. I can only stay for a little bit. I’ll follow you.” Not that she would have said no.
Quinton helped her into the
car.
She followed him the twenty miles or so to his beautiful new home. When they pulled up in the circular driveway, Julissa thought the home looked just as extravagant as it had been when she first saw it. Leaving her bags and cell phone behind, she got out of the car and walked with Quinton to the front door.