“You sure?” Biggs asked.
She nodded.
“Aight. You know the word, I’ll be right outside the door.”
Biggs walked out, leaving the two alone. Aurora took the stage and started moving to the music.
“I don’t want a dance, Aurora,” Khalif stated.
“I have to. The cameras record for ten minutes before going black. Apparently, it keeps Vick from getting arrested for his bullshit.”
“You ever danced up here?”
“No, this is where niggas come to cheat on their wives and pay top dollar for it,” Aurora replied, giving him his private dance.
Khalif sat and admired how her body moved. The idea that she would be doing this all night for niggas who didn’t deserve her, niggas who didn’t know her like him made his blood boil. But he found the minimal amount of control and watched her like a hawk for the remaining time.
Aurora spun around the pole and looked at the red recording light on the camera turn off. “You have a game tomorrow, why are you here?”
“You know why I’m here,” he spoke, as he stood, moving from the chair to Aurora sitting on the edge of the stage.
“You have things to clean up, Khalif,” she stated.
“I handled it.”
Aurora dryly laughed and looked away. “Your momma ain’t having that and I’m not putting myself in a position to be disrespectful to my elders.”
Khalif caught her chin and turned her face back center. He craned his neck so they could be face to face. “I handled it. Now I need you back where you’re supposed to be.”
“Those ideas will get us into trouble. Have us believing that one day could be forever. I already told you what this was.”
“It was some bullshit about plays and endzones. Right now versus forever. I like the idea of forever. I’ll have an infinite amount of time to know you.”
Aurora tried to pull away to no avail. Khalif’s grip nor glare under the low lights were easy to escape. Nor did she want to. “You don’t want that. Your head’s just spinning from some good pussy and conversation.”
“I won’t let you reduce yourself to that.” He tilted her chin upward. One lingering kiss. “You better than that. Bigger than that.”
“I don’t like living in my ideas, Khalif. I don’t like that I can’t move without feeling you. Touch myself without wanting it to be you. I don’t like being small. You can’t give me something I need and decide you don’t want it.”
“I know what I want,” he replied, untying her lace mask. “It ain’t Aura. It’s Aurora Wilson. Got my big ass holding pillows so I can smell you. Got me moving my family out of the way and creating boundaries so I can have you. Are you going to let me?”
His lips brushed against hers, causing her to nip his bottom lip slightly. She was too entranced by his energy. Khalif swiped his tongue over her lips. The gestures turned into their mouths devouring the other. Their moans were drowned out by the music playing louder now than before.
Aurora’s hands slid under his shirt. Still no answer, just an overwhelming need to feel him again. Khalif stepped back, dropping his body into the chair, freeing himself. The nonverbal invitation for Aurora to mount her throne. Once she straddled him, he slid her bottoms to the side and pushed his digits inside.
They both groaned at the reunion.
“You missed me,” he grunted, rotating them inside of her.
Aurora’s breathing shuddered. “I did. I haven’t slept.”
“Me neither.”
With another set of rotation of his fingers, he pulled his saturated fingers out of her and sucked them clean. Aurora eased down on his erection and slowly grinded, letting her body readjust to him. He held her close and muttered against her skin, covered in shimmering body oil.
“I need you home with me, you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I understand.”
