“Women?” she asked.
“Never women,” he said. “Never children, but anybody else...” he stopped talking like the acts were unspeakable and they truly were. He shouldn’t have even divulged this much to her, but this was his bird, his sweet Charlie. “I’ll squeeze life out of a nigga body over you, Bird,” he said.
Charlie’s stomach ached. She was both afraid and turned on. There was so much passion between them. It wasn’t even logical.
“Does that bother you?” he asked.
“You’re weird, Demi. You’re a lot. You’re mean. Your temper is unreasonable. You’re dangerous. Everything about you terrifies me,” she admitted.
“Burn me, Bird,” he said.
“Burn you?” The complexities of this man were so confusing.
“Your hands. When they are on my skin it feels like an iron. The shit hurts,” he whispered.
“So why would you want me to touch you? That’s horrible,” she exclaimed. Suddenly, the teepee felt like a prison. Were they running out of air? It felt like she was trying to breathe through a straw, like there wasn’t enough oxygen for the both of them. Demi made her lightheaded, like her mind was a balloon that he was filling with hot air.
“Do it, Bird,” he said, closing his eyes.
Charlie sniffed away emotion and placed her hand on the side of his face. An instant grimace and she pulled back.It really does hurt,she thought, enamored by the complexities of a man so strange. She touched him again and pain wrote all over his face.
He put his hand over hers and then moved it to the center of his chest. His heart was racing so fast and beating so hard that her own heartbeat sped up in alarm. He made her feel so powerful.
“Demi.” She gasped as her pussy bloomed, petals opening as she felt all the intensity that lived between them. Energy. Demi was pure energy.
“As long as my heart beating like this for you, you ain’t never got to worry about nothing. You ain’t got to be afraid of nobody. Just keep starting my fire, Bird. You make a nigga feel alive,” he said.
Whatever had been lacking before he had walked into that smoky club was abundant now.
She nodded and he swiped away the tear that fell from her eye. He pulled her closer. Body to body, and then pressed her head into his chest before turning on his back, forcing her on top. She straddled him and they just laid there, his eyes on the ceiling, her head searing his skin.
He was overthinking and she was trying to convince herself to get out of this now, but neither moved.
Demi couldn’t believe he had done so much with Charlie. He had hit her without even reaching for the condoms he kept in his wallet. His dick had played tricks on him for days after the first time. He had never inspected his shit so much in his life. Every time he went to pee, he anticipated a burn; not because he thought ill of Charlie, he just thought like that...of all the possibility of infection... of germs... of the shit other people never considered. It had never happened, but even still lying here with her so intimately after pouring out his soul and dismissing his child’s mother, he thought of the way he had explored her body. All trust, no rubber.
What the fuck this girl got me on?
He didn’t even know how old Charlie was. Didn’t know her last name. Didn’t know if Charlie was her real name or a nickname. Didn’t know her birthday. He didn’t know anything about her, and he had dipped in her raw. Twice. The way his dick was rising, he was close to making it happen a third time and the thoughts that raced through his mind wouldn’t allow him to delay the inevitable much longer.
“Say, man,” he said.
She lifted her head and rested her chin to his chest and those eyes, those eyes fucking captured him.
“Say, man,” she repeated, a lazy smile on her lips as she climbed his body and planted lips to his.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as she put her sweet tongue down his throat. Charlie took his tongue and sucked on it like she wassucking dick and his fucking dick begged him to go diving again. He reached down.Stay wet,he thought, amazed as his fingers graced the silk between her thighs, rolling her clit between his fingers, making her bite down on his chin. “Wait, Bird, wait.”
“No, babe, whyyyyy?” she whined, going harder, kissing him deeper. Fuck! He had never been so ready to bust something down.
“Bird, wait,” he said, avoiding her kisses and gripping her chin.
She huffed her displeasure.
“I want to eat your pussy, Bird. I want to taste you, baby,” he moaned. Even the thought made his dick jump.
“Say less, nigga. Why we stopping?” she asked.
“I’ma need them papers,” he said.
