That night Omar was called to Philly for an emergency. He hated to leave his two girls after he had just returned home but he never hesitated with anything involving money so he suited up kissed Amore and Aaliyah and left. Amore wasn't expecting that at all. Right now she felt as if she needed her husband. Her being alone now, was not a good thing. She had almost nothing to do. Besides J.J. she had no close female friends. Any other female she talked to she only considered an acquaintance. She thought about calling Cee-lo but remembered he was out of the country for a couple of days. There was literally alone, left to her own devices. Aaliyah had quickly fallen asleep after her bath and she would be all night.
Amore sat restlessly on the side of her bed. She retrieved a small piece of paper from her bra and unfolded it. 305 E. 109th Street apt 4D, it read, a phone number underneath it. She fumbled through her purse for her BlackBerry and began to dial the numbers but she abruptly hit the end button to cancel the call. She repeated this five more times before finally putting her phone away. She lay on the bed, happy she had succeeded. Next time she wasn't so sure if she would. Sleep didn't come as easy as she would have liked it too. Instead her mind traveled to thoughts she cursed herself for having. She tried to contain them but she found it impossible.
Safe in the privacy of her head, Amore's robe was slowly peeled off of her. She looked up and watched the eyes that took in her nudity. She felt warm hands touching her, making her skin tingle. Fingers rubbed and gently pinched her clit, helping her orgasm build more strength and power. When something wet and long entered her, she began talking, only she couldn't understand what she was saying, only they could. They were making her speak that special language with every movement of their tongue. Soon their tongue was replaced by 1, 2, then 3 fingers while a soft pair of lips touched hers. Amore's body trembled. "Yes. Yes. I love you," she sighed. "I love you Sha-"
"Who me?" she heard. Amore sat up quickly. That wasn't apart of her fantasy. Standing at the door of her bedroom was a man. She jumped up and nearly screamed.
"What are you doing?" When she stood up to cover herself, Sharrod noticed the wetness that had spilled on her thighs. Sharrod licked his lips. He wanted to taste it right now but he stopped himself. There would be more than enough time for that.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you in my house?" Amore ranted struggling to tie the sash of her robe. Sharrod smiled, just as charming as the devil and walked into the room, making himself comfortable on the bed Amore and Omar shared. As if he were poison, Amore backed away from him.
"Come on, love. You know last night wasn't the end of me. I'm not letting you go," Sharrod said, his grey eyes glittering. Amore was horrified yet aroused at the same time.
"But? You..How did you find me?"
"Don't be frightened but I had someone follow you."
"Follow? I never noticed anyone." Sharrod chuckled.
"Of course not. I know you and I know how paranoid you are. I told them to keep a safe distance. They gave me your address and I saw you this morning." Amore clutched her robe together tighter as if he could see through it. It put her on edge that he could be that close to her life without her being aware. "You had on that green robe. It reminded me of the one you wore that night. Is it the same one?" Sharrod was referring to the robe Amore had worn, the first time they were intimate. She nodded, remembering that night. She always thought of it, almost daily. "Everything was perfect until your nigga showed up," Sharrod said spitefully.
"That nigga's name is Omar and he is my husband." Amore held up her ring finger, displaying the obscene item that was her wedding ring. The emerald cut diamond sparkled even in the dimmest of light.
"Go ahead and put your hand down. We gonna take that off anyway." Sharrod smiled mischievously rubbing his hands together.
"You have to leave now. I mean how did you even get into my house? The security system is on."
"How soon you forget. I told you what I did to get through college," he said getting off the bed. He walked towards Amore, in his signature walk. The one Amore knew no other male had.
"Don't come near me. You have to leave. If Omar came back and saw you here-"
"He's not. I made sure your nigga would be occupied. He's on his way to Philadelphia as we speak."
"Look. I don't know how you pulled this off but your out of line. What we had is over Sharrod. Don't you get that?"
"I would if I knew it were true but its not." Sharrod moved closer to Amore. "Your mine and you became mine the moment I saw you. I'm done living without you Amore. I don't care if your married. That don't mean shit to me. You don't love that motherfucker the way you do me," he said seriously. He saw the pain Amore was holding but it didn't move him enough to back down. It only succeeded in making him more determined to show her they would be together. He softly stroked her face, the face that made everything right in his world. As he leaned in to kiss her lips, Amore tried pushing him away but Sharrod held her body tight, forcing her body to meet his. While they kissed, he undid the sash of her robe and pushed it off of her shoulders. It soon fell to the floor leaving Amore bare underneath.
"Lay down," he told her. Amore wanted to fight. She did but her body needed him. She did as she was told and watched as Sharrod undressed. Once his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers were on the floor Amore traced the outline of his body with her eyes, all the way down to the spot she once owned. The area just above his dick shocked her. She looked up at him in disbelief.
"I told you it was yours Amore," Sharrod said stoking himself. "I haven't been with another female since you."
"Your lying." She couldn't believe that a male that looked the way Sharrod looked hadn't had sex in going on two years. Sharrod sighed and stared into her onyx eyes.
"Why do you do that? I thought I proved to you that I love you and only you. You're the only women I've ever loved. Stop doubting me." Even though she tried to put a cold front on, she knew deep down his words were true. They had to be. Not many men would tattoo the name of a women above their genitalia. "Put your lips on me," Sharrod suddenly said. "Put me in your mouth."
Shaking her head Amore looked horrified at that notion. "I can't" she said.
"Do it," Sharrod said standing over her. He let the head of his dick rub against her lower lips. The two locked in a stare, a battle of sorts. Amore saw defiance and complete determination in him. Sharrod flashed his perfect smile and licked his lips. She couldn't help it. She was entranced. Sliding off the bed, Amore got on her knees, eye level with Sharrod's dick. She ran her hands up his thighs and stroked the length of him. Simply kissing his enlarged head made Sharrod shudder. Amore french kissed the head, twirling her tongue around him. She loved the taste of his pre-cum. Slowly she slid Sharrod in her mouth inch by inch until he filled her throat. The groan that escaped Sharrod came from the very pit of his stomach. This felt so good. Almost too good. Like he could overdose on his feeling. He cradled Amore's head, running his fingers through her hair.
"Amore, it's all yours baby," he groaned. Amore was taking him so far down, tiny tears came from the sides of her closed eyes but she didn't let up. Sharrod held her face and rubbed the wetness into her skin with his thumbs. The moans coming from Sharrod were epic. Usually he was stoic and not very verbal in expressing his pleasure but now, he almost felt like screaming. Next to her pussy, her mouth was his favorite place to be but she had never done it like this. This head was lethal and it made Sharrod convinced everything she said was a total lie. She did love him and tonight he was going to make her admit it.
After watching Amore's lips wrap around his member for a while Sharrod couldn't contain his orgasm. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, his muscular body shivering violently. The feeling of her mouth had him lost. He was about to come and Amore knew this and softly massaged his sack.
"Ahhh. Fuck. Yes. Godamn," he groaned, his voice suddenly lower. When Sharrod felt Amore's hands on his ass, he came, shooting his liquid down her throat, letting go of two years worth fustration and anger. As Amore swallowed Sharrod's release, she felt lower then before. Sure she had imagined being with Sharrod ever since they last spoke but there was a huge difference between imagining things and actually doing it.
"Damn," Sharrod said to himself. What he felt right now, had him almost incapacitated. He looked down at Amore and could clearly read the look of shame and disappointment. He knew she was having regrets but he was on a mission. He reached down and nearly tossed her on the bed. The bed she shared with her husband. He climbed on top of her and instantly went to work on her spot, the one that always got her wet. Just like every time before it worked again. As Sharrod kissed the spot just behind her ear, Amore sighed and tried moving away but his powerful hands kept her body in place under him.
"I can't do this. You have to stop Sharrod. Please," she managed.
"I'll stop when you tell me something," Sharrod said letting his hand creep down her body. "Tell me you love me."
"Huh?" Amore said confused.