His Weakness, Her Liberation

I'm Sorry

After Sterling left, I finally broke. I could barely close the door before releasing. The loud sobs that left my body physically hurt. A knock at the door stopped my cries. Sterling must have left something. I wiped my face in a hurry and opened the door without looking.

"Jay." It was voice of the last person I needed to hear.

"Why are you here?" The tears I'd wiped away seconds before returned with a vengeance at the sight of him. My face leaked uncontrollably. Michael took a step towards me.

"Don't you dare." He stopped in his tracks as I looked at him with rage-filled eyes.

"I needed to see you, Jay."

"Don't call me that."

"I needed to make sure you were OK."

"Does it look like I'm OK? You couldn't have thought I'd be good after tonight."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Jay." I turned my back to him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry anymore.

"Please just give me a chance to explain myself and this whole situation."

I turned around to respond and bumped into him because he'd moved close to me. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say, Michael!" I realized he'd never been to my new place, because I moved while he was in L.A.

"And how do you even know where I live now?!"

"Crystal gave me the address after I realized you left the party."

I raised my hand to strike him as I said, "Whatever. Get the fuck out!" He caught my hand on its trajectory to his face and put it behind my back, pulling my body even closer to him. His other hand gripped the back my neck and took my lips into his. I kissed him back just for a moment, forgetting the hurt I was feeling because of him and pretending everything had gone as planned tonight. After that moment was over, I bit the shit out his bottom lip. I tasted his blood in my mouth as I pulled myself away from him.

He looked at me like I was crazy as he touched his lip, seeing the blood on his finger. He was unphased though, "I'm not leaving until we talk."

"What's there to talk about? You made me fall for you even though I tried to keep you at a distance over and over. Then you get mad when I'm not ready to move in with you, but you had a girlfriend this whole time?" My voice broke as I vocalized what was evident to me at this point, "You played me Michael."

"That's not how it happened." I realized he wasn't going to leave, so I decided to go instead. My eyes scanned my living room looking for my keys, but they were no where to be found.

"Looking for these?" He dangled my keys in his hand.

"Give me my keys Michael."

"Not until you talk to me. Sit."

I sat close to him on the couch, hoping to grab my keys when he least expected it and dart. He held them in the hand farthest from me. I sat and watched his mouth closely as he talked, not listening to a word he said. My own thoughts were louder than his words. I rehashed our whole 'relationship' and thought about the part I played in all this. My instincts told me to chill with him, but I couldn't help myself. Even now, as I looked at him full of hurt and disgust, I couldn't help myself.

My hand found its way up the bottom of his t-shirt and he stopped his thought. "What are you doing Janeé?"

"I want you." I had gotten used to having Micheal all the time before he left and I my body needed him again, one last time.

"I don't think you want to do this right now."

"Yes, I do. And you do too." We both looked down at his lap to see his dick pressing against the mesh basketball shorts he wore.

"I always want this with you, bae." His response was all I needed.

I took off his shirt before climbing on top of him. I rubbed my hands up his strong arms and down his torso into his shorts. His dick twitched a little as I took it in my palm and began stroking him. I kissed and bit his neck, not caring if I left traces of myself there. I moved back just enough to pull the waistband of his shorts towards me to fully expose his member. It popped up and laid against his stomach between us. He pulled me back closer to him and kissed me passionately for what felt like forever. He whispered "I'm sorry," over and over between kisses, I knew he was sincere, but it was too late.

I moaned against his full lips as he wrapped both his arms around my body and continued exploring my mouth. We'd never done this much kissing before sex. I abruptly broke contact and looked in his eyes intensely, not with anger, but with love. He gazed back at me the same way. I traced his face with my fingers, trying to take in what he felt like one more time. I'd never allow myself be this close to him again. As my fingers reached his mouth, he took my hand and kissed the inside of it. His hands made my skin tingle as they reached under my shirt to pull it over my head. He kissed my lips once more before placing sweet kisses on my shoulders. He startled me when he stood up, with me still in his lap and carried me to my bedroom with my legs wrapped around him.

He placed me in the bed on my back and used his tongue to pleasure my body. Taking my breasts into his mouth, he flicked my nipples, making me moan out in delight. As he slowly made his way down my body with his mouth, I shed a tear, mourning what could have been. I continued my silent tears as he began pressing my clit with his tongue, stroking it until I came in his mouth. He slid into me carefully and we both gasped from how good our bodies felt when they were together. He pulled me by my arms, causing my back to lift off the bed into a straddling position. I could feel him deep inside me with my legs wrapped around him like this. We'd never tried this position before. It was intimate and intense. Our bodies were close and our eyes were locked on each other as I bounced up and down and he thrusted upwards into me. I hadn't noticed Micheal's love faces since our first time. To see the pleasure I gave him made me wetter with each stroke. He took my bottom lip into his mouth and kissed me until we both climaxed.

Still wrapped around each other, he whispered, "I love you so fucking much Janeé," like he was afraid to say it. The words Michael just said had no effect on me. I pulled myself off of him and got under my covers, feeling like I could pass out after all that happened tonight.
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So what y'all think? Did the chain of events pan out the way you imagined? I'm thinking about ending the book soon and doing a sequel maybe. There obviously are still a lot of unanswered questions and things to be explored with old and new characters. Let me know what y'all think and remember to vote, please! I so appreciate y'all reading my book ❤️