Can't Let Go

Chapter One.

DOMONIQUE "NIQUE" RAMIREZ in Media

I woke up to the noise of his soft breath as he slept. My hand was on his tattooed chest, my legs around his waist; this felt like serenity. I placed two quick kisses on his pouty, pink lips. He moaned and started rolling to his side, trapping me with him. I licked his neck and nibbled on his ear. His thick, grizzly beard tickled my chin as he nuzzled into me.

He opened his caramel-colored eyes and yawned in my face. "Good morning Mooka," I said to him. He yawned and stretched his body out with me on top of him still.

"Morning Mookie," he answered, before placing a sloppy wet kiss on my lips.

I giggled before giving him an intense kiss back. He grabbed onto my waist and began placing kisses on my neck. I held in a moan as his large hand caressed an asscheek and he worked his kisses down to my chest. I felt his soft fingers rubbing on my kitten.

Ruining the moment, his phone alarm started to beep.

7:00.

I knew what that meant. Time for him to go to work.

"UHH!" he shouted before chucking his phone onto the carpeted floor.

I smirked and kissed his cheek before getting off of him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. I smiled, loving his control. "We weren't finished."

"Yes. We are." I rolled my eyes and kissed his forehead. "Someone has to go to work." I worked my way out of his embrace and hurried off to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower water for him and peeked my head out. "If you move quick enough, I might," I started, drawing out the 't' in might,"maybe get in the shower with you."

That got him moving.

His tall 6'3" frame burst threw the door and his eyes made him look like a wild, ferocious animal.

"Damn Dré. You literally kept me up all night. How much more sex could you need?" I questioned, rolling my eyes again and shoving my toothbrush in my mouth fast.

"Was that an attitude I heard?" he challenged. I didn't answer, just continued brushing my teeth while looking in the mirror. My eyes traveled with his as I watched him come up behind me.

"Huh?" he asked again. He placed pressure behind me as I felt his 'member' through his boxers. "Was it?" he whispered on my neck. His hot breath sent chills through my body and I moved my neck to the side. In response, he quickly placed a hand on my neck and brought me back to him. "Where do you think your going?"

I pointed to my mouthful of toothpaste and he let go of my neck, allowing me to spit and wash my mouth out.

He immediately picked me up and flipped me around onto the counter. "Your wasting my hot water," I said. With that comment, it was over.

I gasped as he lifted my spaghetti strap tank top off. He began sucking on my breasts, making my toes curl. He looked up at me and could tell I was liking it. I knew that meant he was about to switch to something that would cause me riveting pleasure, just to mess with me. His smirk said it all.

He placed soft kisses on my lips as he rubbed his fingers up and down my thighs but I knew better than to fall under his spell.

All of a sudden, he tore off my panties, causing me to sharply draw my breath in, and threw them across the bathroom.

I smacked him in the chest. "Those were new Dré!" He smirked again.

"Aw, don't be a baby. I'll buy you a new pair if you want. You know I got you baby." He lifted me off the counter and I shred his boxers off. I attempted to go down on my knees but he picked me back up. "No time baby," he responded and we entered into the warm water of my shower.

I loved this man. If I could do this, wake up to this, be with this every morning, I would. But this boy was not my boyfriend, nor my husband, nor a friend with benefits. This man was Andrés Pierce and he is a soon-to-be married man.

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