The Lion by D. Camille

held out a chair at the table for her and she sat. He took the chair next to her and handed her the plate her grandmother had sent along with the food.
    Tauri looked over the dishes. “What did Granny make?”
      “Spaghetti and fried chicken,” he said frowning.
    She laughed. “You don't like spaghetti and fried chicken?”
      “This has to be a Detroit thing. I've never been anywhere that serves spaghetti and fried chicken...together as a meal.”
      Tauri spooned some of the homemade spaghetti complete with chunks of hamburger and green peppers onto the plate then added two pieces of the fried chicken. This meal was served at practically every birthday party and baby shower in the neighborhood and she smiled as she inhaled the aroma.
      “I love it. It's my favorite,” she told him. “And I'm going to make it every day for all five of our kids.”
      Rion laughed heartily as she dug into her plate. He watched her eating while silently observing her and cataloging everything about her that fascinated him.
      “Are you eating?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “I ate with our grandparents.”
      Tauri looked at him and shook her head before she resumed eating. When she'd had her fill, he helped her clear the items away.
      “Your Granny told me to bring her dishes and Tupperware back or she was going to hurt me, so make sure we have everything packed up for me to return them to her.”
      Tauri laughed. “Granny is serious about that Tupperware. I tell her all the time I can buy her some more, but she wants hers .”
    When the bag was repacked, she turned to him. “Thank you Orion.”
      “Are you getting your work done?” he asked before touching her face.
      “Yes, I'm on top of things.”
      He lowered his head. “I want you on top of me...,” he whispered against her lips before devouring her mouth.
      Tauri's arms wound around his neck as she held on giving in to the rush traveling throughout her entire body. Rion's hands traveled down her hip to the hem of her skirt. Slowly he raised her skirt and his hand traveled up to her bare behind in her thong. He squeezed gently as he continue to rob her of her breath kissing her senseless.
      His roaming hand found her hot spot and began to massage her there. Tauri moaned into his mouth and pressed closer to both his body and his magic fingers before she reluctantly pulled back.
      “Orion...wait,” she breathed and placed her hands against his chest.
      He looked down into her flushed face for a moment before he removed his hand and put her skirt back into place. They stared at each other for another minute before she walked away from him. Rion watched her walk over to her office door. As it was later in the evening, they were of the few who remained in the building. She closed the door and locked it before she turned back to him giving him the sexiest look he'd seen from her.
      In a flash, he was in front of her pushing her skirt up over her hips and lifting her off the floor. Tauri wrapped her legs around him and he voraciously took her mouth. She returned his passion ounce for ounce grabbing his head and not allowing him to cease this wild ride.
      “I can't go slow...not this time,” he breathed against her open mouth.
      “I don't want it slow,” she replied.
      Rion sat her on her feet before whipping his shirt over his head. Tauri's eyes locked on the chiseled dark flesh as he reached for his belt. After his pants were undone he kneeled before her reaching underneath her skirt and yanking her panties down her legs and tossing them aside. Next, he whipped her blouse over her head and buried his face in her breasts licking and sucking the mounds.
      Rion moved back to her mouth kissing her hotly. He raised her arms above her head and held them in place.
      “Tell me you have some protection or we're about to make our first baby,” he whispered.
    Tauri pressed her breasts against him. “You came here without protection?”