This Is What I Signed Up For

I jog up the steps and head towards our bedroom. I hope she’s reading or writing a dissertation. I’ll easily be able to leave if that’s the case. I enter our bedroom, but she’s not in the bed like I expected her to be. I start to call out to her, but then I hear the shower running. The bathroom door is slightly open. I play peeping Tom and gaze upon her beauty through the shower glass. I look at her smooth dark skin and feel myself rising. Black women age so gracefully… just like a fine wine, they only get better with time. I forgot all about Ma lady’s birthday, because I was too concerned with Darbye’s birthday this weekend… that and jumping off the dock.

          Sed always jokes about how she’s as skinny as a chico stick. I stand staring at her and I must admit that she does go against my normal mode of operation. She’s about five feet five inches, one hundred and fifteen pounds fully clothed. If she’s a chico stick, I guess I’m normally eating on a snickers bar. Yea, I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman under a hundred and fifty pounds. I like to have something to grab onto. Surprisingly, Darbye has been more than satisfying.

          I watch her as she washes her hair. I didn’t want her to cut her hair, but the short cut looks absolutely amazing on her. She’ll rock her new do for a couple of weeks or so and then throw some extensions in. It amazes me how she goes from one extreme to the next with her hair.

          As the shampoo falls on her almost c-cup breasts, I watch it roll down her flat stomach and then down her toned thigh. As I continue to watch, I take my clothes off. I know exactly how I’ll escape back out. I leave my clothes in a pile where I was standing and tip toe towards the bathroom. Her eyes are closed as she rinses the shampoo from her hair and off of her body. Quietly I slide the shower door open and climb in behind her. She doesn’t even notice me as she continues to sing an old SWV song “Weak”.

          I get ready to make her heart start beating triple time as she gets weak in her knees for me. She rinses her hair under the shower head as the head of my now erect penis pokes her in the back. She jumps and lets out a small shriek. Quickly I press all the way against her. I hug her tight as I place kisses on the back of her neck to calm her and excite her at the same time. Her nipples protruding from her nickel sized aereola become stiff. I reach around and grab them. I pull on them just the way she likes it. She moans as the water cascades upon us. She takes her hands from her rinsed hair and grabs my hand. She moves my hand between her legs, and I caress her womanhood… helping her cleanse herself. Water falls on my hands, but the wetness I feel doesn’t come from the shower. My fingers dance between her legs as she gyrates against me. I turn her around and we French kiss as I continue to rub her gently. The water beats upon or faces as I taste her tongue. I disengage from our French kiss to give her what she needs. It’s time to give her an Australian kiss… a kiss down under.

          My tongue follows the water from the shower down to where her body parts. I fall to my knees and praise my queen. My hands cup her ass while she braces against the wall. Her hands pull at my locks as my lips pull on her lips. My tongue goes up her crease and makes it way back down. I look up at her as my tongue continues to lap away at her. Her head is arched back as she stares at the ceiling while biting her bottom lip. She bites her bottom lip as I bite her bottom lips. I stick my tongue inside of her and she pulls my hair harder. She tries to speak, but she can’t. She can only moan as her knees give way. Now it’s only the wall and my hands holding her up as she begins to shake. I can’t help but to smile as I continue to savor the liquids that flow from her body. I think about the song she was singing. I have her so weak in the knees she can hardly speak. I don’t think they were singing about this though. Maybe she should have been singing “Downtown” instead.

          I’m ready to put an end to this sweet torture. I take her clitoris between my lips and I suck gently at first. I suck on her clit like it was a pacifier. It is my pacifier, but I use it to pacify her. As her body shakes and jerks while she pulls at my hair, I hear what I’ve been listening for. I hear her giggling. She always giggles when she cums. She giggles hard and she cums even harder. I struggle to hold her up as she goes through her convulsions, but I manage. I lick her through her storm and kiss it a few times once she’s done. I give it a final kiss and I set her down on the shower floor. The water continues to fall down on her as she sits there.