Deon: "Here for You"

I've spent most of my early adult years, trying to fill a void in me. A void I have yet to understand. A void that required massive amounts of nourishing, the desire to be needed, and the want to be in control by any means necessary.

I met her shortly after my parents were killed and I was forced to live with my grandmother. I was 17 at the time. She was 26. Long curly hair, paper sack brown skin, eyes that lit up a room, even when she blinked, beautiful heart shaped lips and a body with curves that could only be created by God, she walked up to me as I got my last bag out of my grandma's car and softly said, "Hello new neighbor, i'm Krystal. Nice to meet you. Your grandmother speaks very highly of you." She grabbed my bag and walked with me up the stairs to the house and she set my bag on the couch. "Anytime you need me, i'm right next door. Never hesitate to come right over." She kissed my cheek and left, closing the door behind her. I ran to the window to watch her walk away as she turned and winked at me, grandma came down the stairs.

"I see you met Krystal.... such a nice young lady." She grabbed my bag and I quickly hurried to get it from her, no reason for her to carry my luggage. We went thru the kitchen and into the back where she transformed the den to what looked like a master bedroom.

"I hope this is what you like suga, grandma did the best she could on such short notice." She pulled the door opened and there was a king sized bed, an armoire, a nice size tv, a study desk, and even better, a window allowing me to look into Krystal's bedroom.

"This is amazing grandma, even better than my old room."

She kissed my forehead and went upstairs. I closed the door behind her and went straight to my window. Going to my window became a habit. Such a habit that I moved my desk near the window so that my "homework" could be a priority. Morning noon and night I waited to see what I could see. Never seen much except, one evening after my grandmother left for church, Krystal had just got out of the shower, her blinds open, and lamp on, she stood in front of the mirror drying her hair and her body off. Water dripping from her hair to her face down her nipple, my mouth watered as she wrapped her towel around her and looked back at me.... I quickly put my head down as she walked to her blinds to close them. Embarrassed, I hurried to close my blinds and just as I sat back down to actually DO some work, the phone rang.

"Come over here and help me. The door is already open." She hang up the phone before I got to answer to I took her lead and ran right over. I walked thru the front door and there were candles lit on the fire place. Smelled like homemade vanilla. I saw a light on at the end of the hallway and as soon as I shut the door, a voice lightly yelled, "I'm back here." I walked down the hallway, every door closed but one. The one where she laid across the bed in her towel with her legs spread. "Is this what you were looking for?" She put her finger between her legs, and spread her lips. I stood there in shock because I was used to pussy. Younger pussy. Not the older more mature pussy. I walked over to her, penis beyond hard, pulled her to the edge of the bed, unzipped and slid it into her. I felt myself become submerged by a body of water that could keep me warm for the rest of my life. I pulled out to prevent from cumming quickly but the change in temperature was throwing me off so i shoved it all back inside of her. "Slow down" she said, "Let me teach you how to control it" She turned me over and laid me on the bed, my pants still around my ankles, i laid there with my legs dangling from the bed as she climbed on top. She looked in my eyes and said "If you cum before I tell you to, you will never feel me again." No one had ever threatened me like that before... it made me even more excited.

I grabbed my shaft as my head entered her body. She ease down on me so slowly that i could feel her walls tightening around my dick. She went up and each time she came back down, she fell harder, with what felt like the jaws of life squeezing everything out of me, i could feel it build up so I stopped her and caressed the tip of my dick with my hand and I pulled her back to the edge of the bed. I held on tight enough for it to ease down and give me more stamina. I slide back inside of her curving my dick and hitting her walls, she thru her pussy at me so hard... so hard that I thought I was learning how to pitch for pro-baseball. I had never met a woman with so much power, so much control. And she knew i loved that about her. I grabbed her and turned her over on all fours, by this time my dick was hard as a demolition ball and I was ready to demolish. She laughed and talked a lot of shit until i grabbed her hair, "That's it" she moaned "Pull harder". I wrapped her hair around one hand and place the other on the back of her neck as I rammed inside of her trying to force my way out of the other end. "Is that all you have?" she said, forcing me to fuck her harder. I stepped out of my pants, planted my feet for balance, and fucked her like she did something wrong, i thought she could take it until she started begging me to cum with her. I grabbed her waist, turned her around, picked her up and put her back against the wall, "I'm not ready yet." She looked at me with a look I had never seen, it was fear, but she moaned like my control was turning her on. She begged me to stop.... I put my hand over her mouth and fucked her harder. Her sweat dripped from her back to the walls as I grabbed her neck and whispered for her to cum with me. She looked at me with such panic, such urgency, she needed me. Needed me to save her... to save her from myself. She gasped for air as she came, her hot juices turned me on even more that I began to cum as soon as it touched my tip.

Who did she turn me into? Who was this guy? This guy was me.... I was just unaware of his existence. I let her down off of the wall slowly and before she walked away she said, "I'm the only woman who will ever be here for you. Now leave." This went on for years. And she was right. After that moment I was a totally different person. But she shaped me. Helped me become who I am today. Helped me with the rest of high school as well as finding a career path and is now helping me with college. No other woman was capable of capturing my attention until I met Micah. Sitting alone in the corner on a wet day. Something about her shinned. I had to know who she was. I had to introduce myself... I had to make myself know.

Micah: "Good Morning"

Out of a deep sleep I felt a breeze go down the spine of my back, lips in the crease of my behind and hands going from my breast to my waist. He cuffed my cheeks in his hands, spread them apart and began to trace his tongue along the inside and outside of my ass, I had never had this done before but for my pussy to be so wet, he must have known what spots to hit. He turned over on his back and pulled me down toward his face for me to ride. The further to the top of his face I got, the further up the headboard his body went. So far back that I straddled his shoulders as he began to to devour me...

Hard for me to focus, I grabbed on to the headboard and began throwing myself at him. Caught each time, I trusted him enough to let go of the board, and hung on to the back of his head as he laid me on the bed and slide his fingers inside of me, kissing my lips, allowing me to taste my nectar, he twirled his tongue around my nipples like they were stems of cherries sliding another finger in.... pressing on my g-spot he begged me not to cum and in my mind I am thinking what type of request is this but inside of my walls I was hanging on for dear life.

He fucked me harder, ramming his fingers inside of me to the same rhyme of his begging,

"Please don't cum, hold it for me baby", my eyes rolled in the back of my head as i promised not to cum until he told me to. He put his lips on my shell and stuck another finger in sucking and fucking me all at once. My g-spot felt like it was about to blow at any moment and with an attempt to warn him I yelled,

"I can't hold it, I can't hold it Deon"

"Yes you can baby, we're almost there" he whispered. But in tears, I had to get this out of me. I pushed him off of me, slide down his shaft and held on to him as he drove inside of me. Holding my waist as I rode him, he sped up and began moving to fast that I could not tell rather he was inside of me or out.

"Can you feel me?"

"Yes!"

"What do you want?"

"I want to cum"

"Ask me...."

"Please can I cum?"

"Ask me like you want it...." he said fucking faster.

"Please let me come, i'll do whatever you want"

"Whatever I want"

"Yes GOD whatever you want, just let me...." he finished my sentence, forcing me to release

"Cum baby. Cum on this dick...." I felt my juices pour down on him and immediately be forced back in as he returned the favor. Had never felt anything so strong, so intense, so amazing.

I woke up in a daze... and in a bedroom alone with a note that read "Class at 9, meet me for lunch at 12." My eyes went from the note, to the ceiling fan, back to the note, then to the clock... FUCK it was 1130. I hurried out of bed, grabbed the less wrinkled sun dress, jumped in the shower and headed out of the door. I wonder what is in store for me today.

Micah: "Gotten into me."

As I set in the corner of my favorite spot, sipping tea and watching the rain make love to the trees, he walked thru the doors. Shaking off small amounts of rain that his newspaper could not catch, wiping his Staci Adams slowly across the welcome mat, throwing his jacket over his arm, and making eye contact with me long enough to flash a slight smile and head nod, then he headed to the bar. I had no idea who he was and could not be bothered because after one or two heartaches, you give up on starting the "Get to know me process" over with someone else who may end up shredding your heart into pieces. He looked like one of those boogie brothers anyway. Shirt buttoned with no room to breathe, tie tucked into his vest. Dress slacks, belt matching his shoes, socks matching his tie. I can't be phased but something about him... screamed at me.

I continued reading "The Chicken Chronicles" by Alice Walker and as I flipped to the next page, I could feel his eyes on me. Felt like he was literally undressing me. Maybe that part was all in my head, but I could feel him. So I glanced at him and I guess he felt caught because he had a guilty look on his face when I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He grabbed his glass of rum and came over to my table as tho I invited him,

"I didn't catch your name" he said as he extended his hand.

Caught of guard by the smell of his Polo Black I had to maintain my composure, "I don't recall throwing it", I said as I set back in my chair and sipped on my tea. He smirked and looked off then leaned into the table a bit more, looking into my eyes like he was looking for a secret and responded, "I won't hurt you. You seem so familiar to me. And before you say I'm running game. I'm not. I just want to know you. Now, My name is Deon. And yours?" he extended his and again, and instead of me playing hard, I extended mine in return and responded, "Micah, my name is Micah."

We talked for hours, about nothing yet about every thing. His smile killed every ounce of "tough bitch" that I had in me and his conversation was not as boogie as he physically appeared. He worked for a law firm and was nearly done with law school, a few more semesters and he would be done. 5 o'clock turned to 7 o'clock turned into 10 o'clock and before i knew it we were the only ones left. I excused myself to the rest room, to make sure i was still looking nice, sprayed a little body midst on me and walked back out to find that he was gone. His glass, his jacket, his body, gone. Like he never existed. I gathered all of my things and pulled out money to pay the waitress but before i could get it all together she stopped me, "Your boyfriend already paid", paused, confessed as hell,

"My boyfriend?"

"Yes, the gentleman who was here with you, he paid already. Enjoy your night"

I hurried and put my jacket on then rushed out the door to see what direction he went in, and when I looked up, he was at the top of the street talking to a woman I had seen around town a few times.

"Krystal, I want you to meet my friend Micah."

She had a beautiful smile, she looked at me and said "Very nice to meet you, don't let him get you into any trouble!", she giggled, hugged us both, and walked across the street to her car and drove away.

"She in one of my classes. We'll have to do lunch with her one day.... if that is ok with you"

I nodded and we started walking as he followed behind me

"Where do you stay? do you need a ride?"

"No thank you, I live right around the corner actually. You can walk me if you wish"

Everything about him seemed so right that I started to question what was wrong. He is damn near perfect. We all know that things always start out right in the beginning but as soon as it starts, it ends. So I asked,

"Whats wrong with you? Are you dying? On the DL? Married?"

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach,

"Woman, really? There is ab so lute ly nothing wrong with me. I just enjoy the company of a beautiful woman"

Of course that made me blush, but I quickly wiped it away and pinched him. He giggled and said "I'm starting to think you are the one who is crazy haha."

We walked for a few more minutes before we reached the door of my condo where we both stopped and looked at each other.

"I enjoyed talking to you. You are like a breath of fresh air"

"I enjoyed you as well, would you like my number... I mean, in case you want to talk more in the future?"

I pulled out my blackberry and handed it to him for him to put his info in.

"Text me when you want me around" he said.

I smirked and nodded as he turned around and walked in the opposite direction. I got upstairs and put my bags down but could not get him off of my mind. I poured half of a glass of wine and before I knew it, I was texting him "...i want you around...". I anxiously waited on a text back but after 5 minutes went by, I topped off my glass and starting putting things away.

Twenty minutes had passed and i began to become let down. I went into the bedroom, undressed and started putting on my night clothes when I heard a light knock on the door. I threw a cami over my head and rushed to the door. With the chain still on, I opened it slightly and looked up at him.

"You're late." I said in my bawse voice as I leaned on the door to hear his excuse.

"I know I am, I went home, showered, then came right over.... I brought this...." he held up a bottle of Moscato with his attention paying ass, smirked, and finished "may I come in now?"

I closed the door to pull the chain off, then walked away as I opened for him to come in. He walked in, put the wine on my counter then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. And I can not lie, when he pulled my closer, my pussy jumped, lips squoze together and I pretended like I didn't want him when I really wanted to rip his clothes off.

He looked me in my eyes and for a split second I could hear him talking, but his lips were not moving. He moved my hair out of my face and began to kiss me, slowly, deeply, more passionately than anyone had ever kissed me. All I could think was damn. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes again and asked me if I wanted to stop. I answered him by grabbing his hand and leading him into my bedroom.

I pushed him down on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. Kissed his lips, trailed my tongue from his bottom lip to the center, then right of his neck. I nibbled enough to hear him moan then slid down his chest. As I kissed his chest I untied his sweats and pulled them down as well. Made my self nervous when I realized how large he was and he wasn't fully swollen. I kissed his stomach then kissed the inside of his thigh grabbing his shaft then looking up at him I asked,

"Do you want me to stop?"

He replied, "God no" and before he could blink i had his shaft in the back of my throat. I could feel him growing inside of my mouth each stroke I made. And the deeper down my throat he went, the deeper his nails went into the sheets. I pressed my hand against his chest for him to lay across the bed as I climbed on top of him. I adjusted him inside of me and slide down slowly while he came closer to me to take my breast into his mouth. He put his arms around me and his hands on my shoulders pulling him down on top of him harder. Every time I went down and he went up, I could feel him inside of my stomach. Inside of my chest even. I never wanted that feeling to end. I rolled over and pulled him on top of me and wrapped my legs around him. He looked into my eyes as the sweat from the tip of his nose dripped on my face, I pulled him closer to me and whispered in his ear, "Please make me cum." He curved his dick and asked me me to say it again, I began to beg, "Please Deon, please make me cum." He went deeper, fucking me harder on each stroke, and before I knew it I was on all fours, with his hands in the arch of my back. He dug inside of me asking me if he could have me, in my mind I thought no but my body was thinking yes because before I knew it, with everything in me, i moaned "Yes, I'm yours", he pounded harder as he asked again, "Your all mine?" and i screamed louder, "Yes baby, I'm all yours." He placed his chest on my back, an kissed my neck as his juices flowed into me and he softly whispered "Your all mine" before he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.

He dozed but I was wide awake wondering what has gotten into me.