GUILT

Chapter 4

Chantelle parked her car and went inside her apartment. Her place was wonderful just as she left it. She went into her bedroom and put down her purse. She put her cellphone on the charger and turned on the television in the living room. She went into the kitchen to begin making her a ham sandwich with a side of chips and her favorite juice. Her phone rang and it was Trae.

"Come open the door," he spoke.

She went to the door and opened it. Trae was dressed just like he left his suite earlier this morning. His eyes wondered over her apartment. Everything seemed to be neat and in order, just how she seemed to be in life.

"Make yourself comfortable." Chantelle walked towards the kitchen to finish making her sandwich. Trae was sitting on the couch, watching Family Matters.

"What are you in there doing?" Trae asked.

"Making a sandwich."

Trae got up and went into the kitchen. "I wanna watch," he said smiling.

"Why?" Chantelle asked.

"Because I like watching you do things."

Chantelle laughed and tried to ignore his comment but blushed anyway.

"You're cutting it wrong." Trae said.

"It's my sandwich."

"So," he laughed.

"Well, come show me how you do it."

With no hesitation, Trae walked behind her and grabbed the knife. He used his hand to guide her's while cutting it. Chantelle turned around and smiled at him. His body was pressed up against her's. Including his fellow down there, that was pressed against her cheeks. She was still dressed in his T-shirt and still didn't have on any panties. Trae licked his lips and placed his hand on her firm, rounded behind. He gently rubbed up her thigh and clutched her ass, which caused her to flinch and arch her back a little; making her ass press against him even more. 

Trae bit his lip and smiled, "Damn ma, what you got going on?" 

Chantelle tried to fight every urge in her body to not fuck the shit out of him, even though she was wet as a storm. 

"You wet as fuck right now," he said, rubbing her juices between his fingers. The way he gripped her felt too good for her to say no.

"Trae, c'mon stop messing with me." Chantelle bit her lip.

"Stop fighting it and trust me."

"Trae, I can't--"

"Can't what? Trust me?" Trae demanded an answer.

"I can't ...stop fighting--"

In seconds, Trae gripped her ass again and kissed the back of her neck softly. He gently sucked on her neck and stroked her ass with the palm of his hand. She arched her back again and tried to keep her urges to herself although she couldn't. Trae moved his hands to the front of her, touching her special place and it was soaking wet. He licked his fingers and gently massaged her pearl. Chantelle let out a soft moan and bit down on her lip. She tried to grab his arm for him to stop but it wouldn't work. She couldn't fight it no longer.

"Trae ...stop," she moaned.

He sucked on her neck and whispered in her ear, "But you want me to keep going, right?" Trae slid in one finger to see how tight she was, then another once he realized she could handle it. He used both fingers to stroke in and out of her. Chantelle's moans filled the air beautifully. Trae's manhood became harder than its been in a while. He knew she'd have to be the one to please him.

"Tell me you want me," he whispered in her ear.

"Trae--"

"So you don't want me?" He kept using his fingers to please her.

"I want you," she moaned.

"Show me then."

Chantelle moved which caused him to take his fingers out of her. She looked in his eyes and began kissing him. "Follow me," she told him. She took him by his hand and led him into her bedroom. He stood in the doorway in silence, not believing she was actually going to give him what he wanted. Chantelle laid back on the bed, taking off the T-shirt and her bra. Her naked body glowed beautifully and Trae's mouth watered. Trae unbuttoned his shirt and his pants then took off his boxers, exposing his large, chocolate manhood. He had the body of a god and she had the body of a goddess. He walked over to the bed and hovered over her, kissing all over her body. She grabbed at him while he sucked on her breast. He slowly started to insert his fellow inside of her. When he put the tip of it on her "lower lips," her wetness began to form even more. She gasped as he stroke and he grunted as he felt himself coming to his point.

"Shit ma," he said.

"Trae ...don't stop. Oh my gosh, I'm gonna cum!" Chantelle's moans became louder and louder.

"I got'cha ma."

Trae began pounding his fellow in and out of her, stroking faster and faster by the second. Chantelle let out a huge scream and exploded all over him and her sheets. Trae pulled out and put his sauce on her ass cheek.

"Damn girl," he chuckled.

Chantelle couldn't move and her body became locked. She laid there with her hands over her face and blushed as she could still feel him pounding her insides. It felt amazing to lay there and to continue to feel her body throb after he gave it to her extremely well.

"Where your towels?" Trae asked.

"Look in the first drawer in the bathroom, closer to the door."

Trae went to get the towels and Chantelle continued to lay there. He came back in her room and laughed, "You have an amazing gift."

"What do you mean?"

"Girl, you something special," he smiled. "Everything about you is perfect."

Chantelle blushed and received the towel from him to wipe up some of the wet spots on her sheets.

"Help me take the sheets off so I can wash them. Since somebody wanted to mess them up," she teased.

"I wasn't the one causing hurricanes but okay ma," he laughed.

"Whatever. You have an amazing talent."

"Really? What's that?"

"Pleasing me."

Trae smiled and finished taking the sheets off the bed. He put his clothes back on and checked his phone.

"Oh shit!"

"What, what's the matter?"

"Im supposed to be back at work."

"Would've been there, if you wouldn't have been ...nevermind." Chantelle joked and took the sheets to the laundry room.

"If I haven't been inside something so wonderful," he smiled, "But I really have to go, I'll call you when I get off." He gave her a kiss and hugged her before leaving out the door.

There's something about him that I'm starting to can't get enough of, she thought.