You call me. I don't know what time it is.
I wake from my sleep. I stumble for the phone. My room is a mess, I think to myself.
I look at the clock. God, its that early.
I look at the caller I.D. I recognize your number.
"Yeah, Doll. What's wrong? Do you know what time it is?" I mumble.
"Baby, I'm coming over in a few minutes, to talk, is that ok? I don't want to wake anyone." You say sweetly.
"You know its ok. Is there something wrong?" I ask one last time.
"Yeah, there is. I will tell you about when I get there." You say as you hang up.
I light up a cigarette as I wait. I see your headlights through my window. I am now finished smoking. You know it takes me awhile to smoke. I walk to the front door. You approach. I open before you knock. We walk to my room, quietly.
You smile and kiss me, like you just met your long lost lover.
We sit on my slept in bed. I didn't have a chance to make it yet. I think to myself as you kind of chuckle at my room. "It's a mess since the last time you saw it." I say as we sit on my bed facing each other.
I hold go your hand and you pull it away. Then you speak with a look of seriousness I have never seen in you before.
"Barry, we need to talk." You tell me.
"About what?" I ask.
"All those text messages, stories you sent me, and the other day on the phone." You say slyly.
"What about them, Tara?" I ask.
"Even when we did have sex the other day, I wanted you more." You say and look me in the eye with that look that burns a hole in my very soul.
"So, you came over at 4 in the morning to tell me that?" I ask.
"No, baby. To show you." You say as you kneel on the floor and make me face you. You start by spreading my legs so you can fish my cock out of my boxers. Then you being to lick my cock to life, slowly, and begin kissing my rising dick. Then when you think you got it hard enough you suck me into your wet and willing mouth. I groan loudly. Its something you haven't heard in sometime.
You look up and whisper "Did my baby like that?"
I can barely eek out a yes, before you do it again. I groan loudly.
You begin to find a rhythm and bob your head up and down, using your hand in a twist motion. I think to myself she remembered.
She's doing this so well. I remember since we "broke up" you been practicing on me a lot and something you told about keeping your man happy with blowjobs. I guess that meant I am your man. When you said that it made me so happy.
You pull back and give me a last lick to the underside of the head of my cock.