His Weakness, Her Liberation

What About Last Night?

Michael and I haven't spoken in a week and he leaves to go back to L.A. tomorrow. I can't let him go back without knowing where we stand. I called and texted him everyday but he didn't respond. I would have thought he was dead if I hadn't seen pictures of him on social media at the film's wrap party. It was ironic that I helped Michael decide to take this movie all those months ago in Miami, our relationship was just starting then and now that the movie is done, our relationship may be over as well.

I needed to see him before he left. I pulled up to his house unsure if he'd be home. Michael had given me a gate and door code to get into his house before our fight. I hoped like hell he hadn't locked me out of his security system. I was relieved when my codes still worked. Downstairs was quiet and mostly dark, but I could see how empty the house was. All the furniture was gone, including that chaise. He meant what he said about starting fresh. I prayed he still wanted to have a home here, even after our fight last week.

I made my way up the stairs quietly looking for Michael because I was afraid if I said anything he'd kick me out before I had the chance to defend myself. Upstairs was almost as quiet as downstairs. The only noise I heard was water coming from his shower. As I entered his room, I could smell a mixture of his soap and cologne that stopped me in my tracks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, imagining being close to him again. After a moment I continued walking towards his bathroom. As I entered, I saw he was still in the shower and I watched him as he washed his body, never making my presence known. I just stood there in awe of him, my eyes scanning his entire body.

I took off my clothes and quietly opened the shower door. The shower was quite large and had a bench attached to one of the corners. I stood behind him and began rubbing his chest with a loofah. He never seemed surprised, almost like he knew I was there the whole time. I gently made my way down to his abs and back up around to his shoulders and back. I was getting more turned on with every circular motion I made on his body. I dropped the loofah and used my hands to explore him. When my soapy hands finally made it to his dick, he was hard already. I stroked his penis from behind and he grunted in pleasure. I kissed his back as I cupped the head of his dick and moved my hand around in circles. He placed his hand on the the wall of the shower, like he needed it for stability. I felt like he was close, so I kneeled down in front of him and put him in my mouth. As I moved him in and out, I looked up at his face for the first time and there was intense anger in his eyes. He took his hand to the back of my head and pushed himself further into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged a little, but I liked it. Soon I felt his dick explode in my mouth as he still held my head firmly to him.

"Swallow it," he said in a low, raspy voice.

My eyes widened at what he said, but I followed his directions and swallowed his cum. I'd never done that before but it turned me so much.

"Get up and sit over there."

I sat on the shower bench and he took one of my legs and put it in a bent position on the bench, so he could fully see my wet pussy. He stepped back and looked at me for a moment.

"Rub that pretty little pussy for me baby."

I reached between my legs and placed my index and middle fingers on my clit. I couldn't help but moan a little.

"Like this?" I asked, but I knew what I was doing. I was feeling nasty tonight.

"Ummhmm, just like that," he said as he watched me and palmed his dick. He'd never done that in front of me before and I wouldn't have thought seeing him masturbate would be a turn on, but it did. I was jealous of the hand that was wrapped around his juicy penis and didn't want to cum without it inside me.

"Micheal, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me now, please," I whined.

I could barely get those words out before he yanked me out of the shower and threw me on the floor of his bedroom. I didn't know if he was playing or if he was really mad. I was so caught off guard that I was out of breath when he said, "Get on all fours." I complied with his order.

Without warning he entered my body and yanked both of my arms behind me. He held them back towards him, moving them back and forth using them to thrust me on and off his dick. I had no control, I couldn't get away if I wanted to, but I didn't want to. He pounded me deep over and over, I felt all of him inside me and I couldn't get enough.

He abruptly let go of my arms and my head dropped to the floor because I had nothing to catch myself as he released me. I could barely turn over before his dick was inside me again. I was enjoying this rough sex, but I was getting tired and ready to climax, so I rubbed my clit as he stroked me faster and faster. As I felt my high coming, I closed my eyes and felt his hand around my neck, squeezing it firmly. I could feel my pulse quickening against his palm.

He leaned down, still pounding me and whispered in my ear, "Open your eyes." His order almost sounded like a threat.

The feeling of his dick going in and out of my body, my fingers on my clit, his hand around my throat and the anger in his eyes as he stared down at me made me cum so hard I shook and twitched for what felt like forever. My pussy convulsed uncontrollably around him and I could barely get off the floor and into his bed before almost immediately falling into a deep sleep.

I woke up hours later to him packing a duffle bag in the dark. I turned the lamp on and glanced at my phone, it was 4 a.m.

"You leaving so early?"

"Yep."

"Do we have time to talk?"

"Not really."

"Well, I came over last night to talk. I want to talk about us, Michael."

"There is no us. You made that clear to me last week."

"But what about last night?"

"Last night doesn't change anything Janeé, it was just sex. That's what you wanted anyway, right? Good sex? To try some new shit? Well, that's what we did. That's all that was. You're welcome."

Tears welled up in my eyes and unlike the times before, I let them fall freely. Michael zipped up his bag and started towards the door. I followed behind him, desperate for him to take back what he just said.

"You don't mean that. Micheal, I don't want you to go like this," I sobbed. "Please don't leave, I need you." My voice cracked as I said it. He must have felt my sincerity because his demeanor softened a bit.

"Look, I didn't mean that. I do have to go though. I have work to do and I need some time away from you."

"How much time do you need?"

"I'm not sure, Jay." I took some comfort in the fact that he called me Jay.

Another tear dropped from my eye, but this time he caught it, held my face in his hands and kissed my wet cheek. I hugged him tight like this was the last time we would embrace. It could be.

"I gotta go," he said.

"When will you be back? If I call you will you answer?"

"I think it's best we take some time a part right now. Please don't reach out to me."

"But Michael!" I screamed in horror and disbelief at what he was saying.

"Bye Janeé." He walked out the door without glancing my way again.