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.