Write About Me

Chapter Thirty-One: Publishing

July 29th, 2011 - Bridgetown, Barbados

Phabiola Fenty.

"You know what today's date is?" I murmured upon his lips.

Chris sustained his making love to my lips, embedded between my legs resting above me. The vehemence streaming between one another as the sultriness of our bodies pressed together became something addicting. My arms by impulse, were caged around his neck. His hands never discriminated me, roaming any pinch of skin they could feel. The intensity of this entity was felt on both behalves. I knew it, as well as Chris did, too.

"July twenty-nineth." His answered delayed due to our previous lip locking.

I chuckled softly, nodding so. This day, around this exact time of the morning something significant and momentous occurred between us two. The twelve, almost one in the morning aura of this, leaving me to my thoughts. A stray giggle escaped my lips.

"Exactly. You know what happened this day?" I raised a brow although I knew the moonlit room wouldn't do justice for his vision of me doing so.

"Mhm, how could I forget?" His lips presence left mine, causing a short lived sadness within me.

His face hovering mine, his pupils ogling into my eyes. Left hand reaching up to caress the right of my face. His hitchhiker thumb strumming it softly. Chris inclined his head to mine once more, so that his lips teasingly rest millimeters away.

"Seven years ago today.. I touched you for the first time." Chris let a smirk possess his lips.

Gnawing at my bottom lip, I felt a blush creep onto my light cheeks.

"Is that so?" I quizzed sarcastically.

A deep chuckle released itself from within him.

"C'mon, I wanna show you somethin'.." His voice trailed.

Sitting up from me, he stood with an awaiting hand for me to grasp. Once I took the bid, he led me into his bathroom. Flicking the light switch on without a care, he directed me in front of him. Where I stood; gazing at the reflecting image of myself with Chris in the rear of me. As I let my eyes wander, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu.

"Did you ever think you'd be here, seven years ago? As a means of where you are with your life." Chris mumbled onto the small of my neck.

"I knew I'd be in Barbados. But, what I'm doing..who I'm with, no. This is all a huge blessing. To have a loving family, and a loving boyfriend by my side. What more could I ask for?"

His palms caressed my waist, his eyes locking with mine in an intense stare. Dropping his gaze, those voluptuous lips of his were found against my neck. They suckling; ploddingly massaging with a warm pleasure. The tongue of he, skimmed lightly across my light melanin tone. This was all familiar. It reminded me of that dream I had several years ago. The palms of Chris caressed their rightful place without a second mind. They belonged there. The breathing, the heat, it was all an inebriating feeling. Just like if I were to inhale the most potent sinsemilla or cannabis there were known to mankind. Soft sounds not of a distinct language murmured from me. My digits gripped the sink counter before me.

"Chris.." I softly spoke.

Vibrations against the niddick of my neck as he prolonged his assault. Dear lord, please don't stop this.

"You like it?" His voice murmured on the skin of my neck.

My lips tucked in as I nodded, seeing as my voice ran off to neverland.