"Hi, baby!" Michael swept me into his arms as soon as I entered the hotel room and I just luxuriated in the love that radiated from him. "How are you?"
"Not so good." I whispered against the lump in my throat. He released me and stepped back, searching my eyes with his. Seeing tears, he pulled me over to the bed, poured me a glass of wine and gave me a few minutes to collect myself before he spoke.
"They don't want a white boy, eh?"
I concentrated on swallowing the wine and taking deep breaths to stop the tears from falling. I succeeded only in emptying the glass. He dutifully refilled it and sat quietly. When I raised my head, I saw the man that I'd fallen head over heels in love with. Michael Allen Moorland.
In that instant, I recalled our first meeting. He had stepped between me and Alyscia Williams, a skank that had just told me that she'd fucked my boyfriend, who at the time was Earl. Her taunting got the best of me, especially when she invited me to smell her pussy. Michael had moved between us and gave me one of his brilliant smiles. "Hey, can I buy you a drink?" I was too angry to answer him, my rage boiling with each word she said. He bent until his eyes were directly meeting mine, cutting the connection with Alyscia and softly said, "You're worth more than this. Come have a drink with me."
It was enough to get me away but I was secretly thinking that it was just a line to keep me from fighting. I was very surprised to find out that it wasn't. Several dates later, I fell in love with the tall, lanky white boy with the sparkling green eyes and inky black hair. Suddenly, I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to feel his love, to let his love heal the wound that seemed to be bleeding inside me. I leaned forward and kissed him, humming softly when our tongues met and slid together.
One of the things that I loved the most about Michael was that he was so attuned to my feelings. He took the glass from me, setting it on the nightstand and let his hands slowly slide up my arms until they reached my shoulders, then continued up to my neck. I whimpered when his fingers threaded into my hair, gently massaging my scalp before he removed my shirt and bra. The sight of him sucking my nipples was always something that made my pussy cream. His pink lips and tongue wrapped around my dark brown nipples and chocolate skin and the contrast was exciting.
