Truth

Well ...

She didn't know what she was asking for, Jai had experienced my passionate lovemaking; it was intense yes- but I'm a dancer I know how to contort my body and make it hit places that were previously non-existent. There are levels to this and although I am not half as "thuggish" as you might think, I'm a man who has experience.

I gazed at her big brown eyes which were both wild with anticipation and filled to the brim with nervous energy. I knew if I gave her too much too soon she would be traumatized, and I don't mean this to be cocky. I am Chris Brown, after all, I'm a physical guy who likes to dominate and get freaky in the bed. 

Very freaky- not R.Kelly freaky no, but too freaky for Jaiah. I was put in an odd place because this is after all my girl- we have had sex before however, I didn't want to go beyond the boundaries. I had been down this road before, with girls just like Jaiah- they try their best to go from the sheltered life to the- let's say hoe life, and when they get scared sometimes they cry assault or they start acting differently. Ladies never rush the process when it comes to living your best liberated "hoe" life. 

Knowing this, I gave her a smirk, kissed her lips, and gently lifted her back to the bed

"Jai- you think you want me to take you, but you're not ready baby trust me."

I could feel a lump form in the back of my throat, he was right - as much as I wish he wasn't. Suddenly I felt shy and a deep urge to run, to retreat into a shell. 

"Baby, It's okay-"

His arms wrapped around me, as he nuzzled my neck- my heart was still pounding in my chest; I could feel the tears forming. Tears of what, I dunno frustration embarrassment annoyance. He pulled me in close to his sweaty chest, smelling like cologne, sweat, and all levels of testosterone.

"How did you know Chris?"

"I've been around babyface, I've had many women in my bed- to be real with you I never used to care so much, not until I found you. You're my future wife; I don't just want you I'm learning how to love you. Robyn didn't even get this kind of treatment nor Karruche, definitely not Nia, but you remind me of the Christopher I was before all of this. A church boy with a little country a little nerdy a bit hood trying to figure out life."

"You bring out the gentleman in me"

I felt my face going red, my breaths were heavy and the anticipation high I reached for his face parting his lips with my tongue until our tongues tussled for dominance in our mouths. Our hands searched our bodies our eyes searched our souls as we continued the lovemaking.

He hit places that I never knew existed, but with a tenderness; this man was going to get me pregnant. He loved me and I could feel it, he paced himself with a steady rhythm giving me something beyond what was normal without taking me too far out of the comfort zone I didn't even know I had. I made noises that I didn't even know existed, from the depths of my soul; this man licked me in my honey pot and in my butt. Wrapping himself into positions that I never even knew were possible and getting me into spots that went beyond my range of motion.

But I knew he was still holding back, suddenly I felt the reason why Chris had the ability to make women orgasm without even touching them. By just being on stage moving those hips; I was in a sexual relationship with an r&b superstar. And frankly, at that moment I was dickmatized.

In my mind, I started to envision him at full force; my body in anticipation of what would eventually come started to feel sore in all kinds of places. And my cheeks were already red, kitty was already a little sore. He knew what he was saying, for real for real.

I watched her as she laid in bed, her little mind going at the speed of light; just thinking. I had to break her out of that before she got scared again. 

"Baby"

"Yeah"

"I know you not sleeping"

"You right"

" You wanna go for a drive"

She turned to face me, her hair was stuck to her forehead due to sweat, her lips were slightly swollen from all of the kissing we had done. Her eyes were a blend of confused, intrigued, and terrified.

He flashed me a cheeky smile before uttering

"Go pack your bags, we're going to Malibu."