Aleigha and Mitchell made their way to the bedroom where she asked Mitchell to sit on the bed and wait for her. Aleigha was in her bathroom pacing in a navy-blue teddy and thong she changed into. She had the water running to mask the footsteps.
Oh God, please forgive me. It's been like 3 months and Steve Harvey said 90 days, so this is good. I know he's not a serial killer so that's the important part, right?
Aleigha points to herself in the mirror "you look so sexy right now it's not even funny! You got this girl! Black girl magic...Yeah, Black girl magic". Aleigha unwrapped her scarf and fluffed her hair repeating affirmations to herself.
She wasn't scared of the sex, no. She was scared of intimacy. The feelings. Half of her torn between being ready or not.
She took another look at herself and opened her bathroom door.
Mitchell went from playing with his fingers nervously to tucking them under himself in an effort to hide the fact that he, himself, was just as nervous.
-Mitchell's Eyes-
She's not ready, you're moving way too fast... She's been in there for 20 minutes now, maybe I should say something? Why are your hands sweating? Just breathe. She's probably nervous too. Chill.
I was feeling the palms of my hands as her bathroom door opened. I tucked them under my legs like an idiot.
Didn't I just say chill?
I saw were her fudge-colored legs, then her thighs, she had on this blue blackish colored nice dress, transparent enough for me to see nothing but a thin string. Even with virtually nothing on, she was like a supermodel.
"I'm sorry I took so long; I couldn't figure out if you'd like this or purple better."
"Men don't care about the color of a thong Le, a thong is a thong."
She started giggling and walked towards me.
You couldn't think of anything else? Don't be stupid.
"You are sooooo cute. Did you know that?" She teased.
"It never hurts to hear it from a beautiful woman though."
These were the most passionate kisses I'd ever had.
I gently peeled the straps of her teddy down and she didn't hesitate to slide it down to the floor. I took her into my arms and laid her onto the bed and took a minute to look at her. To see her.
Despite her living so close to the city it was like the moon, and everything under it stopped just to embrace her beautiful existence. The world stopped to hear the sounds of love we were about to make.
"Are you okay?" I snapped out of my thought - she was talking to me.
"Are you okay?" She nodded her head with a slight smile. "Then so am I."
I took her breasts into my palms and massaged them running my thumbs over her nipples. Kissing everywhere I could fit my lips; I could feel her deep breaths underneath me.
I slipped my hand into her panties, and I could feel she was as ready for me as I was for her. As I slid two fingers inside of her I heard a small gasp, then felt a wave of wetness.
