She's Got Me{ON HOLD}

.4.

Four: Flashbacks Are A Bitch.

Malaria

Flashback to the night of "It".

I gyrated toward Dallas ogling him while he keenly watched the reruns of Martin.

It gave me a minute to take in his glorifying beauty. To say he was beautiful was an understatement. He was like a god. A prepossessing manufactured man created from the limbs of the man above.

Without warning to myself nor Dallas I grabbed his face smashing our lips together.

Our tongues fought for dominance and ofcourse the dominant Puerto Ricans tongue had ruled the battle his.

I had enough of the burning sensation for sex between my legs, I craved this.

The hot, tension in the room built suspense in which I found comfort in.

Within a second his fingernail had unsnapped my bra and it fell into his lap.

Classic move punk.

I wanted to have his soft erection inside of my warm mouth but that would've been taking it a little too far.

My mind must've drifted to somewhere else because I didn't even notice we were in his room until I opened my eyelids while he planted soft Puerto Rican smooches all over my neck.

Oh lord god knew what I wanted to do but that would just have to be kept between me, and the man above.

His soft fingers blessed my thong pulling it down from my legs and onto the floor.

"Sweet." He murmured, stepping between my legs, parting them to his advantage.

He pulled my jumpsuit from around my body throwing it somewhere in the room.

Dallas. Dallas,Texas. Whatever he was would leave me on a mental high for a while. I was sure of it.

"Ugh." I moaned biting the dog shit outta my bottom lip.

His lip turned up in pleasure when he looked down to see how wet I was for him.

The plumpness of his full lips connected with my right breast while his left hand played with the other.

The moaning of my pleasure was so loud I felt like Trey Songz with the neighbors knowing Dallas's name.

My head pushed back while I stared at the ceiling totally lost in my own high.