The more he thought about it, Yvette’s inability to want to talk to him about her past, was her omission about what Zac had told him. But they’d become very close over the past few weeks. And it was true what he told Zac. He knew he’d fallen for her. But it was also true that a woman that had teetered on the brink of being a ho might not be someone he wanted in his life. He’d imagined a woman he could take home to meet his family. His mother. With all that his mom had gone through in the years past, she deserved to see him happy. She deserved to see him happy with someone he wouldn’t be afraid would divulge her past. But even as he thought it, it didn’t matter to him. But Zac was right about one thing. Maybe they should slow down. It had been a whirlwind. He needed to take a breath.
Yvette walked over to him, taking his hand in her own. “Do you want to take a walk outside before we take off for the aunties?”
Dante shook his head. “Um, not right now. I’m just going to sit outside for a while.”
“Want some company?”
He hadn’t planned on talking to her about his phone call yet, but he needed answers. For the last couple of nights that they had been together, his dreams had been filled with her. Their life together. Their family. No, he thought, he needed to know. No more omissions. No more half answers.
“Sure. We need to talk anyway.” Dante stared at Chantal, who frowned and shrugged her shoulders at Yvette when she glanced back at her. “Give us a bit, Chantal. We’ll head out soon.”
Yvette sat on the wooden bench on the deck looking at him. He sat in the chair next to the bench, noticing the expression on her face when he didn’t sit beside her.
“I need to know something about you, Yvette.”
“Okay. I thought we’d gotten to know each other pretty well over this past week.”
He nodded, and smiled slightly. “Yeah, I guess we have.” He was quiet for a few seconds. “You never told me about yourself, Yvette.”
Yvette sighed loudly. “This again, Dante?”
“Yes. I called my friend Zac, the one that works at the NOPD. I wanted to let him know what we found at the house.”
“Oh, good. What’s he think?”
He shook his head. “Later. What he did say was… Yvette, I need you to tell me about your past. Is there a past?”
She frowned, looking at him. “What do you mean by that?”
Dante thought for a second about what he was about to say. He shook his head. “I’m just going to put it all out there, Yvette. Zac was at a bachelor party last year. Some dude at the party started spouting off about a woman he’d had sex with in college. He said her name was Yvette Collins. He was telling his boys about how much of a freak she was, and how she had to be a pro the way she was going through men. I just want to know if he was talking about you.”
Yvette wasn’t looking at him. He saw how erratic her breathing had become. She stared at him. “Does it matter what I say? It looks like you’ve already made up your mind, or you wouldn’t be asking me.”
“I just want to know, Yvette. Every time I ask you about your family, your life, you clam up on me. I don’t care—”
“Yes, you do!” She took a deep breath. “Yes, you do, or you wouldn’t be asking me this right now. You’ve already made up your mind. I’m already the ho your friends say I am. I knew this would happen.”
“You knew what would happen? That I would ask you about something I know nothing about? Yvette, if we’re going to let this relationship go any further, don’t I deserve the right to know about your life? I’ve told you everything about myself, and I didn’t even know you that well. My life is an open book to you, yet you deny me the same. Why?”
She stood up from the bench. “Maybe we shouldn’t go any further. I wouldn’t want you looking at me in that way. Like I’m dirty or something. I’ll tell you what? Since you already think I’m some cheap whore by way of your friends… What do hookers get nowadays? A hundred? We’ve had sex four times. Why don’t you just leave four hundred dollars on the table for services rendered?” She quickly walked back into the house.
“Yvette, don’t. Just talk to me!” he said to her, retreating back. Pain. That was what he felt. It hurt to have her say there was nothing between them. He’d felt something from the first time he’d kissed her. He silently cursed himself for pushing her. It really didn’t matter to him about her past. He only wanted a heads-up if they ran into some man from her past. He just didn’t want to be blindsided. He should’ve told her that, but it was too late now. “Shit.”
Her hand encircled him, making him hiss through his teeth. She caressed his shaft, feeling the heat of his passion strengthen him. She ran her thumb over his sensitive head, making him moan out loud, before taking him into her mouth.
His penis was large and long. Pulsating with need, and as she continued to suck and lick around his head she massaged her hand up and down his length before taking him into her mouth once more. She felt the small amount of pre-cum at the tip and knew he was close to coming. He quickly pulled her up to kiss him.
“Now, please do me the same favor and get naked.”
“My pleasure,” she said, as she started to pull the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Dante quickly lay down on the AeroBed, pulling the blanket up to cover his groin, massaging it lightly, as his eyes remained glued to what she was doing.
“You’re just going to lay there staring at my getting undressed?”
“It’s what I’ve dreamed about.”
She cocked her head to look at him, letting her dress fall to the floor around her feet. Kicking off her sandals, she stood in only her bra and panties, watching how Dante bit his bottom lip, as he gazed at her body.
She knew she was a big girl. What some would call chubby or curvy, but she loved her body. She’d used her body to entice and tease men in the past. What she was doing to Dante was not a tease. It was a promise.
She slowly pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, and then reached behind her to unhook it. She held it to her body, covering her breasts and smiling wantonly at him.
“Shit, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, sha?” he asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re making my mouth water, baby. Come here,” he said to her hoarsely.
“Uh-uh. Not yet,” she said, letting her bra fall from her breasts.
“Fuck me,” said Dante as he saw her full breasts for the first time.
“Soon,” she said, rubbing her hands over her breasts, making her nipples taut and pert. His eyes stayed locked on her breasts, as she teased her nipples with her fingers. She had large, dusky pink nipples that were very sensitive. She knew that she was torturing him with her show.
She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and wiggled seductively out of them. When she was standing completely nude in front of him, seeing the passion in his eyes, and feeling the steady ache in her pussy, she walked over to where he was. He pulled her down to him, making her giggle, and pulled the blanket over the two of them.
Their bodies connected immediately, mouths, tongues, legs, and hands discovering so many delicious places on each other. Dante kissed along her body, taking small nips along her flesh at her waist and along her belly.
“You better not bite anything important.” She giggled at feeling his tongue circle around her belly button.
“Like this?” he said, nipping playfully along her fleshy hip. She squealed. “Or this?” he asked trailing his tongue lower, as he moved between her legs. “Or maybe, this?” he asked, as she felt his tongue trail down the slit of her pussy. “I know just what to do with this.”
She moaned, feeling his tongue lick and tease along her clit. He pushed her legs farther apart, burying his head between her legs, and devouring her pussy like a man that had been deprived. She moved her hips involuntarily, taking her hands and running them through his short-cropped hair. She felt her body tighten in response to his tongue, his lips, and the wonderful sensations he was giving to her.
“I’m close,” she breathed out to him. “Oh shit, I’m so close.”
“Don’t you dare, baby,” Dante said, stopping his onslaught on her pussy and coming up to assault her mouth with his own. “Do you know how hard it was for me to stop licking your pussy? You taste like honey, sha.”
“You’re weird, but I will never refuse a man that likes to give head.”
Dante cupped one breast in his hand, dipping his head to suck on her nipple. “I like to do something else, too.” He moved between her legs, gazing down at her with renewed heat in his eyes.
She gasped at feeling his hardened cock push inside of her. He continued to gaze at her, as he slowly worked himself into her tightness. She felt him tightly gloved inside, as her slick wetness gave way for his thrusts. She gripped his ass, feeling his taut muscles move under her hands. He was amazing. He felt so fuckin’ amazing that she heard herself cry out with each move he made.
Their breathing became one. Erratic, hot, and erotic. They tried different positions. She sat astride him, as they faced each other, and she rocked back and forth feeling him hit that spot deep within her. They lay spooned together with her leg draped over his hip. He kissed her from behind, holding her breasts in his hand, as he ground himself into her wet pussy. She kneeled on her arms and knees, as he slammed his cock into her doggy style. But soon, it was too much for either of them to hold back. She lay staring up into his eyes, feeling sparks and fireworks shoot off in her pussy, as he thrust maddeningly. She was sure that had never happened before, but there they were. She held on to him, gripping his back as he thrust faster and faster into her, making their bodies slap together and driving their pleasure over that highest peak until they both screamed out their release.