Redeeming Love

Chapter 1

I walked into the house as instructed. I was in town that day coming from a meeting in Daytona Beach and even though I knew he lived in the area, I never intended to see him. Only because he begged, I decided to go over there. The door was cracked and the lights were off. For it to only have been seven at night. The house was dark, but as I walked and felt my way around the house, I noticed some rose petals leading straight to the back room where a light gleamed from under the door. I slowly walked towards the room, I could hear myself breathing heavily. I thought to myself what was going on? I opened the door and to my surprise, roses were on the bed, long stemmed roses were in a vase, music was playing, a banner read "welcome home baby," candles were burning, and yet no one was in the room. I was uneasy by the word baby; I had a boyfriend and I doubt he was going to accept the fact I was even entertaining this. I was somewhat confused by the set up, but something across the room caught my eye, a silk dress with spaghetti straps hung from the closet, and a note on it read "try me on," I figured why not. I was already taking a risk in being there anyways. When I put on the dress it felt me perfect, it showed off my curves and was slightly see through. I placed myself on the bed and scrolled through my phone to check messages, but because of exhaustion, I fell asleep within minutes. I must have slept for thirty minutes or so when I was woken to someone kissing on the back of my neck. I didn't turn my face around, I just laid there with my eyes opened, and then his voice so deep said unto me "wake up baby," "I'm up" I said finally turning around to see him. His shadow hovered over me, but I could feel his eyes examining my body in the dress he selected. "Sorry I'm late, the line was so long and I didn't expect you to get here so fast." I didn't move, I was feeling weird, the whole ordeal made me feel sick; I had my man at home and as rocky as our relationship was becoming, cheating on him wasn't the answer but in curiosity I asked him "line for what?" he grinned and walked back to the hall. This was my chance to leave, I didn't want to be here. Trey and I had been together for years and known each other longer than that, it would hurt him that I was in the home of another man and a man who wanted to be intimate with me at that. I quickly picked up my clothes, and was about to put them on when he came back; to his surprise I wasn't on the bed, I was on the other side of the room. "What are you doing?" he asked. I saw a box with gift wrapping in one hand and a box of chocolate covered strawberries in the other, "I shouldn't be here, I should go home." He looked at me, then my clothes, then the floor. My shirt was under his feet, I walked towards him to pick it up. As I got close to where he was he held me, his grip on my arms were tight, "please stay" he whispered. I saw his eyes, they were beautiful as the light from the candles glimmered and showed his hazel eyes staring at me

"I can't" and I tried to move but he still had me in his grip, I pushed him but it was to no avail. He was strong, his muscles tensed up as he tightened his grip, but as attractive as it was, he was hurting me.

"STOP YOU'RE HURTING ME" I yelled. He looked at me stern and walked into the bathroom slamming the door. I felt bad, he went through all that trouble, I thought to myself but my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower. I picked up my phone from the bed and began dialing my boyfriends number, but in less than a second the conversation went left. He started yelling at me because I didn't call him at six like I told him I would. "You can't be serious right now," I yelled and we continued to go back and forth. "Who the fuck do you think your talking to?" "excuse you fool!" "shut the fuck up and wherever you are I hope you have a nice night because I'm not letting you in this house." ****CLICK**** I hung up on him. I was furious, I wanted to cry, he always made something out of nothing. I was tired of him and I turned off my phone and something in me snapped.

I began to slide the dress off me followed by unbuttoning my bra and dropping my thong to the floor. I entered the bathroom, Lamar's back was turned away from the door, so he never saw or heard me walk in, but I could see him through the glass shower. The steam fogged up the glass but I could see his muscular body and his diamond tattoo that was on his back. Lamar was four years older than me, he was one of my past exes, I meet him last summer. I always loved Trey, I meet him in sixth grade, and we dated until my tenth grade year. When we broke up I dated Lamar in July. Lamar and I were never intimate considering also we only dated for two months. He had caramel skin and he was six-three, his hair was dark brown and always cut to a fade; when we dated he had gotten a tattoo on his back of a diamond he put my name in the middle in but not large enough for everyone to see. He said he wanted to play college basketball then get drafted in the NBA, when we dated I encouraged him to go for it, sadly he never got drafted. It was three years after my high school graduation, and four years since Trey and I got back together. I was planning on moving in with Trey and I was busy packing when Lamar rang my doorbell and tried to propose to me. I rejected him because I was so in love with Trey to ever consider leaving him. He was crushed, he argued with me in the hall of my apartment and my neighbor had to get him to leave. After that I haven't heard from him until now. Seeing his body in the shower dripping from the water made me bite my lip, and I walked and carefully opened the door. I traced my finger on his back were his tattoo was, and he turned around to me and smiled, but I didn't look at him, I looked down at his dick that became rock hard within seconds. "Are you happy to see me or what?" I smirked still looking down, not even caring that my hair was getting wet. I got no response, instead he kissed me, holding my arms. I released his grip and put my arms around his neck and because he was so tall, he had to lift me up a few inches off the ground. His tongue went so far back in my throat I almost choked. After tossing around in the shower kissing, he turned the nozzle off and guided me out the bathroom, he picked me up facing him and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slammed me against the wall. He felt for his dick and slowly entered me, I gasped and scratched his back with my nails on accident, but it didn't bother him. He slowly entered and exited my box just so I could get use to him, after all I was extremely tight and he was a monster in size. Finally I whispered in his ear "faster" and he began speeding up. I began to moan, and the louder I got the faster he got. I bit his shoulder trying to mask my screams; he released me from the wall and carried me into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and took my thighs in his hands and pounded hard as ever. I couldn't moan it hurt so good, I could only hold my face with my hands. After I came, he did and I thought it was over, I was dead wrong. He pulled out of me and got on his knees, I couldn't lift my head to see, but I didn't need to because I knew what he was doing. Before I could say anything I arched my back; his tongue felt so amazing on my pussy. He sucked on my clit and noticed that it drove me crazy and he stayed down there exploring me. I grabbed his head for more but then pushed him off. I pulled him close to me and kissed him, I rolled on top of him and I was sitting on his stomach. I kissed his lips, then his abs and down to his member. I took his manhood in my mouth and sucked him until I heard him moan, I traced my tongue down his balls, and re-entered his dick in my mouth I tried to take him all in and almost gagged. I didn't care, I looked up and he loved it, I stayed there for a couple minutes and he picked me up by my hands so I sat on him. I was so wet that his dick didn't need guidance. I swayed my hips back and forth and then began the bounce on him. His moaning turned me on even more, so I went faster and began tightening up my walls. That did it for him, because the next thing I knew he had me bent over with my ass out and fucked me from behind. He fucked the living daylights out of me! both of our moans were rhythmic and we came together, I couldn't move. He fell right next to me, I only had enough energy to lay my head on the pillow and he moved beside me. I could feel my body pressed against his as he put his arm around my waist, "can I have my chocolate strawberries now?"