DEEP

Chapter IV

Two weeks later ...

ERIKA

"Oh shit!"

Rashad moaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pressing my head down. He pushed himself deeper into my mouth and I gladly accepted the challenge. I swirled my tongue around the length of him then sucked hard, allowing the spit to run down my throat without a single gag. I looked up, watching as Rashad's head rolled back and his eyes fluttered closed. Oh yeah, my baby was getting the works. He deserved it though.

For some reason, watching his pleasure turned me on more than the actual sex. Trippy, I know, but Rashad looked so damn good when he was about to nut.

I grabbed his member and began massaging it with my hands while my tongue licked and sucked his curvy tip.

Finally, we were back to normal, and I wasn't about to let any moment of pleasure, happiness or calm pass us up. So when my man asked me over to watch a movie and hang out, I suggested something a little more fun.

"Damn, baby." Rashad looked back down at me, staring me directly in the eyes "You like that dick in your mouth?"

I nodded seductively.

"You ready to take this dick?"

I nodded again, pulling him out of my mouth slowly so that the spit left a trail all the way down. Rashad grabbed my hands and within seconds I was on top of him. Our tongues found one another and we kissed deeply—sensually. I was in the zone.

Rashad kissed my neck as his hands roamed my body, pausing over my ass to give it a nice squeeze. He settled himself at my entrance and began to push. Realizing what was about to go down, I got off of him.

"What's wrong baby?" Rashad sat up quickly.

"Do you have a condom?"

Rashad looked confused, as if I was speaking a foreign language or something.

I folded my arms, "I know you didn't think we were about to have sex without one?"

Exasperated, Rashad flopped back on the bed with his face in his hands, "Are you really serious right now babe?"

"Yes, I'm serious. No glove, no love."

"Why do we have to use a condom?"

I placed my hands on my bare hips, "So that I don't get pregnant! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" Rashad sat up again, "Do you trust me?"

"This has nothing to do with trust."

"Then why can't I just pull out?"

"Why would you pull out, which doesn't prove to be effective—might I add, when we can be 100% safe and just use a condom?" I narrowed my eyes "Are you trying to be a parent? I'm sure as hell am not!"

A moment of silence worked its way in-between us. The mood was officially dead and gone. I didn't even want to have sex anymore. There was no way I could go through with it after that stupid ass comment.

Shit.

You see, Rashad and I hadn't really had sex yet. We've messed around and gave each other head a few times, but for some reason the sex just doesn't happen. Now the one time that I'm ready to go and he's ready to go, this nigga just had to fuck it up?

"It wouldn't be that bad."

Rashad's voice brought me out of my feelings.

"What did you say?" I asked him.