Shades of Sepia

VIII

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles
June 16th
Houston, Texas

I was elated just to get to her, hanging half way out of the limo, talking to Solange. There were three of her and I was only hearing half of what she was saying. I was no longer interested. The moment Onika told me yes, I was no longer interested. It took every fiber of my being not to take her into some empty bathroom and have my way with her.

I held onto her thigh rough enough to keep her where she was, sure that she wouldn't move while I spoke to my sister.

"You are never listening man."

"I heard enough," I slurred some.

I barely heard anything and was comprehending a lot less. My emotions heightened with the four mixed drinks in my system, and Onika was the only person on my mind. I could hear her voice, feel her fingers in mine. Solange might as well get out of my face.

"Girl I will see you in the morning," She waved me off.

I climbed into the limo beside Onika and pulled her closer. I rolled down the window and Sierra peeked her head inside, dragging my sister by her fingers.

These women really had a hold on us that I could not explain.

"You gonna be at home tonight?"

"She'll be with me," I answered for her.

Onika completely ignored me, "We're headed to the house now."

"Be careful," She grinned and Solange pulled her away.

I rolled the window back up and snatched her closer to me, "Damn you must want to be punished."

"Because I told Sierra we're headed to the house? Are we not?"

"You'll learn how to only answer what's asked of you. I don't want to punish you this early, I want us to enjoy ourselves."

"You can't punish me. I haven't signed anything yet."

I went back and forth with Onika a lot, but tonight was not the night. I rested my face in the crook of her neck, inching my fingers between her thighs. I kissed her neck, my kisses slowing each time my lips touched her until kisses turned to sweet sucks, her thighs shutting in on my hand.

I was used to this, and Onika had already told me that she hadn't had sex in years. Her comfort was all dependent upon me.

I felt her hand on top of mine, her breathing speeding with every slow suck. I ensured that she was marked by me. Whoever wanted her, whoever thought they would be as persistent as me would see that she belonged to me.

It was all over for them.

I pulled away and she came at my lips, her thirst just as intense as mine.

She wanted this too, and she couldn't deny it.

When she could no longer breathe, she pulled away from me again. My eyes opened from the trance I was stuck in, and there were so many of her. They were all beautiful.

"It's been years. I wasn't lying about that."

"I've never doubted you. Take your panties off."

My door opened. Swiftly, I slammed it shut and locked it.

"We're already here. I can take them off in the house."

"Or you can listen like you're supposed to. Take them off."

She sat back against the seat and spread her legs, "You do it."

I did not approve of her going against me every chance she got, but this girl lit fire in my loins. I caressed her from her thighs to her feet as I fell to my knees, burrowing my head underneath her dress. Her body arched toward me as I breathed against her sensitive skin. I dragged my tongue up, feeling her dampening the fabric until my teeth took ahold of her thong, pulling it down and then off. I dropped them off in her lap then hopped right out, handing Darius a c-note for that disrespectful door slamming I just did.