Was he serious about this soft life? Larenz was a slick talker, too, promising me all kinds of luxuries that never manifested.
I hated the trauma that always tried to choke my blessings. When was I going to be free from its evil clutches?
My body was tired of those toys where I had to do all the work to get my nut. I had a hot and ready, able-bodied man inches from me, and I was going to do what? Sleep? Forget that.
I turned back toward a sleeping Amari. The peacefulness on his face made me want to kiss him everywhere. He was so beautiful as he rested.
I scooted closer and gently placed my hand on his cheek. I kissed his forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose, his chin, and finally his lips. As my lips pressed deeper into his, his eyes fluttered open. I released my mouth as we stared at each other.
“What is it, Ruby? Are you alright?”
Concern flashed across Amari’s face as his eyes landed on mine. His hand circled my waist.
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you that I want to know more about that soft life of yours. What would that look like for us? What would I have to do?”
Amari smiled and placed his hand behind my neck.
“You could sit back and be your pretty self and welcome me home naked and oiled up every day. All you’d have to do is be ready for me to cater to your every need and fantasy.”
I reached for Amari’s semi-erect penis through his joggers.
“What if my fantasies are too freaky?”
Amari licked his thick lips.
“Then I’d have to step my level of freakiness up.”
“Could we still use my toys? I invested a small fortune in them, and I’d hate to throw money away.”
“Yes. We could invite those little minions into our lovemaking sessions if that’s what you’re into. I’m secure enoughin my manhood because once I start digging in your guts, I’ll always be the big dawg.” He tapped his chest lightly with his fist.
Both of us chuckled.
“Lie on your back.” I pushed his left shoulder back so he’d be looking toward the ceiling.
“Why?”
“I need to see something.”
“Like what?”
My hand hovered above his crotch and rubbed the soft cotton on his joggers until his penis got rock hard. I spent several seconds cupping his testicles and squeezing them slightly until he bit his lip.
“Ruby, . . . what are you doing?”
“Has it been so long that you don’t know what this is?” I whispered my question directly into Amari’s ear.
“I mean, why? What does this mean?”
“Shh . . .” I kissed Amari’s lips to shut him up.
When we connected, he extended his lips, giving me a taste of his natural goodness.
“Are you sure, because once we cross that line . . .”
