Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction// V.

That upcoming weekend approaches more than quickly. I bounce and squirm in my classroom's chair at the anticipation and the first one to dash out when the professor finishes his last sentence. T meets me outside the gated condominium homes, his face lighting up at the sight of my car pulling into the parking space. He leans against his less than modern Honda Accord coolly. I step out and immediately he greets me with our trademarked sensual hug.

I'm lifted from the ground as one hand snaked my bust and the other grasps my ass. Our lips mash and my ear-to-ear smile couldn't help but to break the deepened kiss.  My heels click the ground as I meet ground zero again. My four inch Christian Louboutins aiding in matching our heights.

"Shit it been mothafuckin' way too long." He says, my body still in his clutches.

"Boy it only been 3 days."

"Three too long." He gives me a quick peck. "This place too nice! That white boy at the gate even looked at my ass weird!"

"John?" I laugh. "Nah, he's cool. He just not use to seeing strangers 'round here. Especially black ones."

"Good. I don't want the cops called on me."

I giggle and escort T up the spiral stairs to the entry of my place. He follows behind me in awe as I toss the keys on the marble counters.  His face reads awe and his legs meander through the living room. I snort, "You good?"

He snaps back to reality and pivots toward me. "When your nigga coming back again?"

I give a reluctant shrug. "Sunday, I think."

"Plenty of time to break this bitch in." He snickers and pokes his head into the master bedroom. HIs body sways in and I follow him inside Cell and I's room.

'Goddamn." He whispers at his reflection on the 70" flatscreen. As he's memorized by the curved TV screen, I strip down to my scarlet red corset lingerie that was embellished with Swarovski crystals trimmings. My bra and garter belt dancing and mingling with the wide patio's door lighting and catches T's attention. He spins around and his jaw drops to the floor.

My silky, vermillion colored weave cascades down to my hips and contrasts my mocha skin tone. I strike a pose and finger comb through the hair that seemingly fell forever.

"Shit." He whispers.

"I'd take that as you like what you see." I laugh. His arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me in for a kiss. I pull away before connecting to his lips.

"Duh. You bad as fuck baby." He says lowly and his fingers still grip my waist. His eyes hungrily trace my figure. "All this and you still fuck with me."

"Don't let it gas you. You just got good dick." I bluntly say.

"So good I got you motherfuckin' sprung huh?" His fingers creep past my panty line and heads for my clit. His finger tips eloquently dance across my pearl and I sink into his hold. I let out a soft sigh.

"So good you wet as hell before I even got the chance to touch you?" The same finger plunge into my pussy not even almost an inch and I moan.

He subtly chuckle at my squeamishness and kisses me. I deepen the kiss and his hand reach to caress my boob and gives it a hard squeeze. I wince and reach up to grab at his hand.
He swat my hand away. In a flash he pulls down the lace of my upper corset and snatches my nipple into a twist. I yelp and snatch away from the kiss, "Baby that hurt–"

"He gives my perked nipple another hard tug that softly launched me closer. I try to pull away but he shoves my shoulder to the floor. The cherry floors shakes after I crash to the floor.
Still standing, his feet flanks my closed legs and his pelvis inch my flushed face. He unbuttons his pants and yanks them down to his ankles.
The erected but clothed monster hits my face and he positions it right between my lips.