Raymond 'Rooster' Jones is a 21 year old man who didn't come from money and is from the other side of the tracks. Raised by his aunt and uncle. Rooster who should be enjoying life as any 21 year old kid should be doing. But Rooster's life is not abo...
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JADA
I was wrapped in his arms kissing him. Feeling him want me as much as I want him and feeling him need me as much as I needed him.
"Jada." He said as his hands came up to cup my face. I tried to ignore the pounding of my heart, the thrill and nervousness of having him so close, and the strange fear bubbling inside me.
"Yes" I said looking at him wanting to just kiss him and forget about everything that went wrong.
"I want you in my life, Jada Williams," he breathed, lifting my face up to his. "You make me feel things I'd thought I'd never feel again. You give me hope, like there is still something to look forward to, something to live for." He pressed his lips on my forehead, and my eyes dropped close at the warmth coursing through my body. "I don't want to lose you."
"Where did you get that?" I asked, looking up at him and thinking how sexy he looked. "You're not going to lose me. I'm right here."
He traced the curve of my neck, before tucking my hair behind my ear, and claiming my lips again. I melted, like a lump of butter on toast, allowing his hands to caress my body. He found my breasts and softly squeezed them. His hands trailed lower and relished the feel of the smooth skin of my small waist, while his lips fought for dominance over mine he caressed my neck, the sides of my face, and my earlobes with his mouth, making me let out a small squeak of pleasure when his teeth scraped across my jawline.
The low giggle that suddenly escaped from my throat made him withdraw.
"What was that?" he looked down at my face, his hands on either side of my body. I covered my mouth with a hand, laughing.
"I spent a whole day with you, and yet you didn't say a word to me or nothing barely looked my way," I said, holding him by his hips. "And then you tell me you need me and about to make love to me."
Raymond moved away from me, and clasped his hands between his legs, looking serious all of a sudden.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, giving me a brief look. "It's not as easy for me as it used to be."
I knew what he was talking about, and in a lot of ways, I related to it. I had a lot of soul searching to do and a lot of growing up to do and realize where I should be and how I should be. The thought of being with someone again would seem too risky to me even till a few weeks ago.
With Raymond, I found my fears evaporating. He wasn't perfect, but then, I wasn't perfect either even tho I thought I was at one point. And after dreaming of so-called ideal men and relationships for years, I had finally come to know and accept that you didn't have to be perfect. You just had to be right for each other.
"I understand." I said as I sat up and moved close to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "And I want you to know I'm not trying to replace Tianza."
