I Take It Black

A New Rhythm

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The ride home I was a chatter box. I was in such a good mood, cracking jokes and laughing more on the short ride, than I had all week. Derek pulled up in front of my apartment and immediately hopped out to open my door and escort me to the front door. We walked hand in hand like we'd been doing it for years. The more I got over the white issue the more comfortable I became. I stood on the porch twirling my keys around my finger.  The perfect date should end with the perfect kiss, but I was nervous.

He leaned forward and I stepped a little closer hoping to dissuade any doubt on whether I wanted him to kiss me. He got the hint, placed his hand on my cheek, and dropped his lips to mine. His mouth was demanding, cajoling my lips apart and making them bow to his will. He sucked and cherished my thick lips like they were a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. When his tongue finally touched mine it was the icing on the cake. He had me purring and I enjoyed every bit of it, until he slid his hand into my $300 Brazilian.

Oh hell no! I nearly bit his lip I was so pissed. I'll stay with my cheap, no showing, church boy brothers before I'll ever date a man who doesn't understand the cardinal rule of dating a black woman. Never put your hand in our hair! If he'd dated black woman before how come he didn't know that. I grabbed his wrist and backed all the way up. "Don't put your hand in my hair.  Black women don't like that."

"I've never had any complaints."

He was up on me pinning me to my front door before I could even blink. His hand slid up my thigh and crept under my dress. He did some swiping flicking thing beneath my panties and I nearly buckled to the floor. His other hand was back in my hair tugging my head back until my neck was exposed. His lips latched on to my neck. If I could've I would've climbed the walls. He pulled my hair, bit my neck, and fondled my lady parts with perfection. He was right. I damn sure wasn't complaining.

I was so lit I unlocked my front door and drug him inside without thinking of the consequences. Blame it on my six-month hiatus, but I was tingling in places I didn't know could tingle. He was all over me just as much as I was on him. We didn't even need to have a discussion on whether it was going down or not. We tugged and pulled off clothes until we were butt naked standing in my living room panting and clawing at each other. He had the nerve to pick up all these curves and carry me to the couch. I was too through and could've exploded right then and there.

He laid me down so gently and then jogged back to his pants to get a condom out of his wallet. I ain't gon' lie I was checking him out as he walked back. I'd never seen a naked white man before and I was not about to miss the opportunity. Thank God he was circumcised, because if he wasn't I was going to have to go against my normal preference and ride that breaded sausage until the molten lava surging through me erupted. The color threw me for a minute—pale and pink—but like he'd been teaching me since our first date color can be misleading.

He walked toward me proud and virile, his manhood—in all its glory—bobbing in front of him. He had me so excited I sat up to get me a taste. Before my lips made contact he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He kneeled in front of me and whispered in my ear.

"You will not taste me before I taste you."

What woman in her right mind would object to that? I kept my mouth closed and let him push me back against the sofa. He had his way with me. The longer his face was between my legs the more excited he seemed to get. By the time he slipped on the condom I was three—yes three—orgasms in. he climbed on top of me and surged in to my heat with a growl that sounded like something off of animal planet. Just like when we danced, his rhythm was a little different than what I was used to. I'd already been so well taken care of that I didn't mind. I wanted him to use my body to get what he needed. I couldn't catch his rhythm to rock with him, so, I tightened my Kegels and let him pump away. His body tightened and he hit a steady pound. I assumed he was getting ready to cum, but what I hadn't expected was for me to be right there with him. I shattered around him and almost passed out. Doctors should warn that four orgasms in a single sexual experience could severely lower your blood pressure, blood sugar, cause a seizure, or whatever the hell I was feeling. He roared to completion shortly after me and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him there. My body was tingly and my heart was racing out of control. I should've been concerned, but all I felt was content.

Sometime during the night, we made our way to the bed, made love again, and passed out until late Saturday morning. I woke up and he was gone. I laid there staring at the empty spot, feeling all kinds of stupid. I'd never felt so played in all my life. At least he was consistent in proving me wrong. White men were like all others, trifling. I'd been tipped out on before, but the ache in my chest let me know this time wasn't going to be easy to get over. I forced myself to get out of bed. I should've hopped in the shower, but my mind wasn't there yet. I needed coffee. The way I was feeling, I knew I was going to have to add a little liquor to it.

I walked into the kitchen and nearly had a heart attack. Derek was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee. I couldn't even explain the feeling that rushed through me, shocked, relieved, elated, and something else I was too terrified to acknowledge.

He rose to his feet grabbing the empty mug sitting next to him. I watched him—wondering why I had butterflies in my stomach—and cautiously made my way toward him. He towered over me, looking down at me with an expression that mirrored what I was feeling. His lips brushed across the crown of my head, making me feel more cherished than I had my entire adult life.

He motioned toward the coffee pot, asking, "Do you like cream in your coffee?"

I laughed and pressed my lips to his bare chest. Who would've thought, "Yes I like a little cream in my coffee."

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