A TIME TO HEAL

MR SENSUAL, MISS SASSY(2)

I left their side and never returned. I found my way around the bar as the night went on and kept drinking. I wasted almost a decade of my lifetime on an asshole and I had nothing to show for it, not a baby nor a union. I changed from cocktails to beer then spirit as the night went on. I knew I shouldn't be drinking so many different drinks in one night, but I didn't mind since I wanted to forget all about my depressing life.

When someone took a stool beside me, I stared openly as a face came to my line of sight. He was rough looking and his skin almost blended with the dark night. I watched him as he ordered and took a sip from the beer bottle.

"Hey," he said when he noticed I was staring.

"Ssh," I replied with my index finger on my lips.

His eyebrows furrowed, he shrugged then nodded. I stared some more and noticed a tattoo curling up from his neck to his left ear. I boldly moved my stool closer and turned his face to get better access. The tattoo was an elephant but with a partial print, only half of the image was inked to his skin. I raised my eyebrows in question and he shrugged.

I trailed my index finger around the tusk and kissed the skin where the eye was. I stared into his eyes afterwards and we looked at each other for a moment before I was dragged to a standing position. His hand took mine and I forgot about the ex-husband and pregnant wife.

Things took a heated turn as we went outside and he unlocked his car. I got in and his lips were on mine before I could blink. I enjoyed the sensation that came with it and sought more as my hands tugged at his shirt in the darkness. I yanked the shirt out of his waistband and my hands touched warm skin. He jerked when my fingers brushed his nipple and he stopped kissing me.

"We can't do this here," he said and buttoned his shirt.

I groaned out my disappointment as he got into the driver's seat. He started the car while I remained at the back seat and he drove off to only God knew where. It didn't take long before the car came to a halt, and I found myself tearing at his shirt some minutes later when we entered an apartment. He didn't bother with the lights and we groped each other in darkness. When my hands went to his waistband, he took my hands in his trapping them.

"You're way too fast," he said, steadying his breathing.

I struggled to get my hands released and he chuckled at my effort before releasing them.

"Your way then."

He sighed before his lips savagely took mine. I heard the tear of my skirt from a distance and moaned out loud when he lifted me off the floor and entered me in a swift motion. My mind went blank as pleasure coursed through my body.

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