As soon as I touched down in his city he says, “You up for getting some money tonight?” I smirked, “Always.” That was one thing about our relationship, we hustled like Hell together. He may always want me to be dressed up and play the “feminine” role but he respected that I still had the hustle of a man. We made a few plays and ended up back at his house with a bottle of Hennessy. I only drank brown liquor when I was with him because it would do something different to me than my usual tequila. It was a different kind of “turn up.”

A few of his homeboys stopped by and we sat in the living room smoking and drinking. It was strange how with him I was accepted as one of the guys, but not in a platonic way, it was just the level of respect. Around 3am he looks over to me says “Go to the room, I’m about to come back there.” I love his boldness. I love how everyone in the room always knew I was HIS. I do as he says without saying a word to anyone. I know what time it is.

When he gets to the room I’m ready for him. I’ve stripped down to my boy shorts lying on top of the comforter, lights off and music on. “Don’t you think you have too many clothes on?” He commands. I slide off my panties and throw them at him. He catches them, smirking at me. He undresses and lays next to me but he doesn’t get on top of me like I expect. Instead he’s beside me on his back. I roll on my side and start caressing his chest, waiting on him to make the first move. Willing him to take control of me like he does so well. Finally he whispers, “Bring that ass here.” I straddle him, assuming he wants me to ride him, but he grabs my hips and moves me further up, I gasp a little when I realize where he wants me.

He sits me right on his face and starts feasting. Within minutes I’m about to explode. My legs start shaking, my thighs clenching around his head. My back arches as I’m moving up and down on his face. The orgasm takes over. I’m clinching the headboard as I scream out. My body stiffens and then slowly relaxes as I come back down from the high he’s just subjected me to. I start squirming away from him as the sensitivity sets in, lifting myself away from his amazing mouth and glorious tongue. He feels me running and grabs my waist, pulling me down on his face, clenching me harder so I can’t escape. I have no choice but to embrace the pleasure he’s inflicting on me.

I cum over and over and over, shivering from the intensity, legs numb and trembling, juices nearly drowning him. He grabs ahold of my hips, never taking his mouth away, never stopping the incredible work his tongue his doing, and sits up with me. He lays me on my back and continues. My hands are instinctively pulling at his head, willing him to keep making me cum even though I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I wrap my legs around his neck and let go, allowing him to please me as much as he’ wants. That’s something he never seems to get enough of, Pleasing me; and that’s when I realized THIS MAN WAS MADE FOR ME.