Forbidden (Completed) EDITING - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Demarcus
"Can you believe this time next week, we'll be in a different country?" Erica said as she removed herself from my lap and went into the kitchen to refill her wine glass.
"Nah, actually I can't. I thought it would be a minute before I would go somewhere like that. I'm excited."
"Me too. I am super excited about it. New people, the food, the clothes."
"Fasho." I took my shirt off and tossed it. So she could see the mood I'm in when she returned.
I was cleared to resume all my regular activities and this is the first activity I wanted to start with. It's been a longgg few weeks.
A cold shower or a handy wasn't doing it for me. I need the real thing.
Erica hasn't made it easier on me either. I think she's been teasing me on purpose. Just knowing I couldn't do anything about it. Well that's about to change.
She came back over to the couch. She sat beside me instead of on my lap this time. She kept her attention ahead to the tv before she turned to look at me.
I'm comfortable. Not moving a muscle. My body spoke for itself. I saw her take a hard swallow as her eyes scanned my chest and down to my third leg. Which had nowhere to hide in my sweats.
I know this wait had to be just as hard on her.
"Why did you move? Come back over here." I patted my thigh.
"Nice try. Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do." She sipped her wine. "You're a day cleared and already starting."
"What's wrong with that?" I scooted closer to her. "You heard what the man said. I can resume all of my normal activities." I kissed her shoulder. "Don't act like you don't miss—,"
I whispered in her ear.
She smiled. "I do."
"Then come on then. You really gonna make me wait longer than it's already been?"
"I didn't say we couldn't just not right now I am in the middle of watching my show." She turned back to the tv. "Would a few minutes more kill you?"
It might. I wanted her so bad it was starting to hurt.
She capping. She's been staring at me the whole night since we've been on the couch.
Slightly annoyed at how she really wasn't paying any attention to me. Her show is more important than her love starved boyfriend. Who hadn't had sex in weeks due to injury.
I'm hurt.
A commercial break came on. I had to use it to my advantage.
Foreplay isn't usually my forte because usually all systems are a go and I don't have to do much but if I have to then I will.
I did the little things I knew that would make her tick. She always enjoyed the way I rubbed her thigh. She was folding no matter how hard she was trying to keep up the resistance.
"You're so sexy you know that?" I whispered in her ear before I placed my lips on the sweet spot of her neck.
I know why she's wondering why I'm doing this to her. It's simple. I always get what I want with just a little convincing.
She should know, there's no stopping me.
She acted like nothing phased her. Cool. I just turned my kissing her neck into biting and sucking. She finally gave in and moaned a little.
I got her now.
"Come here." I whispered against her skin.
She drank what was left of the wine in her glass. She placed the glass on the coffee table. She grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. She got up and dropped the satin robe that matched the short satin nightgown she had on under it.
She climbed onto me. Her gown started rising up. Doing the work for me.
"Why you playing with my emotions?" I said.
"Good things come to those who wait. You need to stop being so impatient." Her arms got a little tighter around my neck.
"Tired of waiting. Besides, you feel how hard I am?"
It never took much for me to get hard anyway. I mean head is fucking amazing but I don't need it to get me there.
Kissing, touching, hell just watching her sashay around gets it done. Sometimes it's even hard to control it.
She brought her lips in to kiss me. I kissed her back. It was evident how much we missed each other. Neither of us fought for dominance. We just let it flow.
My hands caressed her sides as our tongues continued dancing to the same beat.
I stopped the kiss to slide my sweats down, my manhood just sprung out like it had a mind of it's own. It does.. sometimes.
I teased her. Rubbing the tip against her entrance. Each time almost making direct contact. The teasing stopped and I slid inside of her without warning.
She lowered herself onto me. I watched her face change from the discomfort she felt at first to now it being nothing but pleasure.
"Ahh," A loud gasp erupted from her lips as she adjusted to me.
She moved her hips slowly back and forth. By the look on her face she was just enjoying the feeling. The slowness and sensualness of it all.
It felt good to me. But I wanted more. I needed more.
I leaned up a bit from my back resting into the couch. I held her close to my body. My arms tightly wrapped around her. Holding her down. Giving her no where to run. Using the strength in my legs and pelvis I powered into her.
"Shit," She whined as she felt every inch I had to offer shoved inside of her.
My legs got a little tired during the
process. I missed two days of leg day. She's lucky, I let up.
I moved my arms and let my hands just rest on her hips. Letting her do her thing. She continued at the slow pace she started. I needed her to keep it just like this. It felt damn good being inside her again. That familiar warmness and stickiness, welcoming me back.
I throw my head back into the couch. "Got damn, Bae!" I already felt myself on the edge of bussing.
What does this woman have over me?
"Are you okay?" She asked me with a slight grin on her face. Knowing what she was doing to me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." I was out of breath.
She pried my hands from her body. Giving her the chance to move as freely as she wanted. She went from slowly grinding on me to bouncing up and down a bit faster. Each time she slid down a bit, she tightened her walls around me.
She closed her eyes. "I— I'm almost there." She moaned.
"Fuck," I let out a grunt. She just removed my hands but I needed something to stop her. I gripped onto her waist stopping her and keeping her still for a moment. "Shit!" I came right then and there. I couldn't fight even if I wanted to.
I tried.
"I'm sorry, Bae." I apologized, I'm embarrassed more than anything. Usually we both make it to the finish line.
"It's okay, baby." She had sincerity in her voice. "It happens." She kissed me.
"Yeah but not to me though."
"Relax. This doesn't mean we can't do it again and again. We have a few weeks' worth of making up to do. So you take your time and give your little friend a rest." She climbed off of me.
"We both know he's not little." I retorted.
Erica rested her head on my chest. She traced her fingers over the pattern of my abs. I could tell she was smiling as she laid there. So was I. I'm just going to say I made up for my shortcomings earlier in the night.
I had to. I wasn't going out like a sucker. I'm the king in the sheets and she knows it too. Even if sometimes she might win a round or two.
"That was fantastic." She picked her head up.
"Yeah, it was."
"See I told you. You had nothing to worry about. I think earlier the anticipation was just too much for you. And you weren't as ready as you thought."
"Yeah, I guess so."
She sat up and pulled the sheet up a little over her chest. She looked beautiful and Goddess like one of the muses Hercules.
"I really can't believe there's no catch with you." She said as her fingers tapped along my bicep.
"What you mean?"
"You know... crazy ex girlfriends, kids and a baby mama. That you still sleep with from time to time. Stuff like that."
I laughed. "Nah, if I did. I wouldn't have you out here looking stupid. Like most of the guys I know whose in those situations now."
"Good to know." She nodded. "Can I ask you something?" She quickly changed the subject.
"Yeah, of course, Bae."
"You know what... nevermind. It's probably silly." She waved her hand.
"Bae, go ahead. Ask me whatever."
"Okay. The sex we have is amazing and it just keeps getting better and better." She sighed. "I might need to just stay off of the internet but once I take a deep dive into something it's hard to stop. Anyway I was reading this article about women who've gotten this procedure done. After having kids and your body changes. Long story short is it still you know... tight? I mean I don't feel what you feel. So there isn't really a way of me knowing."
The look on her face let me know. She's really serious about this.
"Yeah, Hell yeah, no doubt about it. Especially when you do that umm," My mind drew a blank for the technical term.
"You mean a kegel." She laughed.
"Yeah, that's it! But Nah, babe you don't need to think about doing none of that shit surgery or anything. Your body and everything else about you is fine. Trust me." I leaned over to kiss her.
She really got me thinking. I never knew something like this was an issue. I mean when I'm in it, I'm in it. I'm never complaining or nothing never happens on the account of her during sex.
I had my share of sex and it's just as good...might even be a little better.
"Thanks, you made me feel a little better about myself." She laid her head on her arm.
"I've been doing that and I will whenever you need me to. But I hate when you feel bad about yourself or think I'm gonna leave or feel you gotta do something to make me stay. By now you should know. I was there when you were married and I'm still here."
I turned to her. I took my hand and caressed her cheek, moving her hair that fell in front of her face.
"I know, I know. It's just being this happy scares me since I never experienced this."
"We'll be scared together." I smiled. "Is that cool with you?"
"Yes."
"Good." I scooted closer and brought my lips in to kiss hers. I rolled over on top of her. I hiked her thigh up around my waist.
Just like that, I was back inside of her again.
"So I get breakfast and a view?" Erica said watching me as I prepared breakfast in just my boxers.
"Yeah, if you wanna see some more. I'm gonna charge a little extra."
"That is a price. I'm willing to pay!" She smirked. "Let me turn on this news. To see what's going on in this crazy world." She headed over into the living room.
"Bae, you want some pancakes to?" I asked. She went quiet. I repeated the question again. Still, no answer.
"Bae?" I stood behind the couch. "Did you hear me?"
"Look." She said pointing the latest news report. I listened in, inventively.
"A factuality member at a local university has been under investigation for sexual misconduct. David Walker, the head of African American Studies department at one of Atlanta's top college's is recently under fire for sexually harassing a student." The reporter said. "We'll have more on this at 5."
I knew that motherfucker was wild.
"Babe, you okay?" I asked her. I couldn't tell if she was triggered by just hearing his name.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She shrugged. "I'm actually happy. He deserves whatever the outcome is of this. Making me wish I spoke about what he did to me."
"You still can! You know how many people would rally behind you with something like this? Try finding out who the student is and you could testify that he's a fucking rapist."
"Yeah, I know but I don't want all of that publicity. He's going to get his either way it goes. I'm not worried about it. However my heart goes out to whoever the young woman is." She sighed but then a smile came over her face.
"You need help with those pancakes?"
"Yeah, I could use a little help."
Her picture has to be in the dictionary next to the word resilient. She has comeback from so much. Better than some athletes. I've been on the sidelines watching her. From the beginning her having a trash ass husband, who she caught cheating in her own house. Then the divorce and what came with that. And here recently that shit with David.
I know others probably wouldn't have been able to deal with all of that. But the way she handled it all.
Mannn.
The thing of it all. She risked her job for me. Sometimes I wonder what could've happened if we were found out. I would've never been able to have all of this with her.
"Demarcus, I told you about having this burner turned on high!" She snapped me out my thoughts.
"My bad, it was taking a while for the bacon to start frying. I'm hungry."
"If you wanted me to cook. Why didn't you just say that?!?"
I loved her when she got fake mad about something she is so cute.
"You can take over." I surrendered. I walked over to her as she was standing by the stove. I wrapped my arms around her.
"You get on my nerves, you know that?"
"I know but you love me anyway." I kissed her cheek.
"You're right I do love you."
"Now, hurry up and chop chop." I smacked her on her ass hard.