get to see in this lifetime.
Daisy’s mouth flowered under mine. I breathed a sigh of relief at her absolute welcome and kissed her deeper, clutching the back of her dress with my fists and pulling her against me. In turn, she wrapped her arms around my waist and tilted her head back, offering even more of her lips. I dived back into the sweet heat of her mouth. Her velvet tongue stroked against mine. Our dancing in the empty restaurant had been slightly awkward, but this moment silenced all insecurities that may have risen.
Where I had been cautious on the dance floor, I now took full possession. She followed my every move, conforming to me like a leaf in the wind. I repositioned her mouth for optimal penetration, brushing a hand down her spine and settling a palm against the small of her back to meld there together. Her lips were like pillows to my mine and her tongue made me want to find a room right then. I grabbed the back of her head, running my fingers through her soft curly hair. A gush of wind blew over me, awakening me to her. She was a breath of fresh air.
I pressed against her belly, urgent and hot. I worried she would back away. Instead, she held me tighter and caressed her way up my shoulders as though memorizing my every muscle. Her fingers made their way up to my hair. I wore it too short so her fingers sunk into it, but she curled them against my scalp almost like a silent plea for me to come even closer. No way I was turning that down.
The kiss turned carnal. I stopped thinking as heat sizzled through my body and need took over. With our mouths still crushed together, I lifted her against me. Even in heels, she was comparatively petite against my large stature. I lifted her up with the ease of a man who worked out hard seven days a week. I pressed our chests together; her head bending down to pleasantly kiss the top of my forehead. Then my phone buzzed crazily in my pocket. If it weren’t for the fact that I just changed the game tonight, I wouldn’t have answered it.
“Hang on baby,” I said placing her down on the floor, escorting her back to the table. “Waiter, please get my lady here any dessert she wants and order me one as well. Excuse me baby. I have to take this.”
“Handle your business, baby,” she said like the phone call didn’t even bother her. I liked that shit. That meant she supported a nigga one hundred percent.
I stepped to the patio doors overlooking the Chicago River, gazing back to make sure Daisy was straight over at the table before I answered the call. “Yeah.”
“Quince, what’s up with you brother?” Mata Amigos asked.
“Mata, what’s good with you?”
“You tell me, sir. You haven’t been copping work lately brother. You broke or what?” I could tell by the inflection in his voice that he was annoyed as shit.
“I’m not looking to work right now. I’m laying low for a little while, taking a break if you will homie,” I lied.
“A break? Where they take breaks at brother? Nobody takes breaks when you’re getting money motherfucka,” he paused as the phone call grew silent for a second. “Are you serious?”
“Man, I gotta step back for a minute. You know how it is.” I straightened my tie even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “When I get on, I’ll let you know.”
“Ah, Quince. You are becoming bad for business. We have been doing business for too long for you to just bail out on me like this now. Have I not been good to you brother?”
“Real good, Mata. Real good.” My attention turned towards Daisy enjoying a white dessert in a wine glass. “But there’s nothing I can do right now.”
“What the fuck you doing out there? Fucking up your money or something? Chicago can’t go through a drought. Not under my watch.” Mata grew angrier.
“So supply your other spots with more work then. You were getting along well long before I came along homie. I just can’t fuck with it right now,” I assured him.
The phone grew silent
Daisy’s mouth flowered under mine. I breathed a sigh of relief at her absolute welcome and kissed her deeper, clutching the back of her dress with my fists and pulling her against me. In turn, she wrapped her arms around my waist and tilted her head back, offering even more of her lips. I dived back into the sweet heat of her mouth. Her velvet tongue stroked against mine. Our dancing in the empty restaurant had been slightly awkward, but this moment silenced all insecurities that may have risen.
Where I had been cautious on the dance floor, I now took full possession. She followed my every move, conforming to me like a leaf in the wind. I repositioned her mouth for optimal penetration, brushing a hand down her spine and settling a palm against the small of her back to meld there together. Her lips were like pillows to my mine and her tongue made me want to find a room right then. I grabbed the back of her head, running my fingers through her soft curly hair. A gush of wind blew over me, awakening me to her. She was a breath of fresh air.
I pressed against her belly, urgent and hot. I worried she would back away. Instead, she held me tighter and caressed her way up my shoulders as though memorizing my every muscle. Her fingers made their way up to my hair. I wore it too short so her fingers sunk into it, but she curled them against my scalp almost like a silent plea for me to come even closer. No way I was turning that down.
The kiss turned carnal. I stopped thinking as heat sizzled through my body and need took over. With our mouths still crushed together, I lifted her against me. Even in heels, she was comparatively petite against my large stature. I lifted her up with the ease of a man who worked out hard seven days a week. I pressed our chests together; her head bending down to pleasantly kiss the top of my forehead. Then my phone buzzed crazily in my pocket. If it weren’t for the fact that I just changed the game tonight, I wouldn’t have answered it.
“Hang on baby,” I said placing her down on the floor, escorting her back to the table. “Waiter, please get my lady here any dessert she wants and order me one as well. Excuse me baby. I have to take this.”
“Handle your business, baby,” she said like the phone call didn’t even bother her. I liked that shit. That meant she supported a nigga one hundred percent.
I stepped to the patio doors overlooking the Chicago River, gazing back to make sure Daisy was straight over at the table before I answered the call. “Yeah.”
“Quince, what’s up with you brother?” Mata Amigos asked.
“Mata, what’s good with you?”
“You tell me, sir. You haven’t been copping work lately brother. You broke or what?” I could tell by the inflection in his voice that he was annoyed as shit.
“I’m not looking to work right now. I’m laying low for a little while, taking a break if you will homie,” I lied.
“A break? Where they take breaks at brother? Nobody takes breaks when you’re getting money motherfucka,” he paused as the phone call grew silent for a second. “Are you serious?”
“Man, I gotta step back for a minute. You know how it is.” I straightened my tie even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “When I get on, I’ll let you know.”
“Ah, Quince. You are becoming bad for business. We have been doing business for too long for you to just bail out on me like this now. Have I not been good to you brother?”
“Real good, Mata. Real good.” My attention turned towards Daisy enjoying a white dessert in a wine glass. “But there’s nothing I can do right now.”
“What the fuck you doing out there? Fucking up your money or something? Chicago can’t go through a drought. Not under my watch.” Mata grew angrier.
“So supply your other spots with more work then. You were getting along well long before I came along homie. I just can’t fuck with it right now,” I assured him.
The phone grew silent
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