baby?”
“I’m gonna be gone for a while. I’m takin’ Michelle to the Bahamas to see my mother, and then me and Bobby are goin’ to Hong Kong.”
Mystique looked devastated. “How long you gonna be gone?” she asked and curled in closer to me. I put my arm around her.
“I’ll be back from the Bahamas in a few days, but I don’t know when I’ll be back from Hong Kong.”
“Can I ask you what you’re goin’ to Hong Kong for?”
“I need to talk to somebody. Might take a while to find them.” I didn’t think it was a good idea to tell the woman I was about to have sex with that my only purpose in life was to find out why my wife was murdered. That nothing else mattered and that included her and how she felt about it. But that was the way it was.
“I understand.” Mystique kissed me again. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” she said and got up. I watched her walk away and thought about taking her with me. By the time the bathroom door closed I had decided against it. Takin’ her to the Bahamas wasn’t an option. Mystique was good people, and I like her, but I had already decided that I wasn’t gonna bring her or any other woman around Michelle, unless I was really serious about her. I wouldn’t want Michelle to get used to somebody being in her life and then they’d be gone. That wouldn’t be fair to Michelle. Besides, Michelle doesn’t really like women. Any time a woman holds her she cries. Plus, I wasn’t ready to bring Mystique anywhere near my mother. I turned on the television while I drained the small bottle of Courvoisier.
Once I thought Mystique had enough time to be naked and in the shower, I got up, took off my clothes and went in after her.
“Oh! You scared me,” she said when I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in with her.
“Who you think it was?” I asked and picked up the soap. She looked so good standing there, naked and wet with beads of water rolling down her beautiful dark skin.
“I didn’t think it was you. Usually I find you laid out on the bed, rock hard, waitin’ for me to wrap my lips around it,” Mystique said and pressed her body against mine.
“You want me to go?”
“No!” she said loud and fast. “This just means you’re gettin’ more comfortable with me and that makes me happy.” Mystique began planting kisses on my chest and then she looked into my eyes. “I know you only started seeing me because I look like your wife. And I’m cool with that. But I always hoped you’d see me.”
“I do see you. And I like it.” I ran my hands across her breasts and teased them with my tongue. I glided my tongue around her beautiful dark circles and sucked her nipples. Mystique took a step away from me and pressed her back against the shower wall. She raised one leg and spread her lips.
I like the fact that she’s so tall ’cause it makes it easy for me to enter her while she’s standing up. Once I was inside her, Mystique let her leg drop and pushed her legs together as tight as she could. She wrapped her arms around my neck and forced her tongue in my mouth.
There was real passion in her kiss. More than I had felt coming from her during any of our previous encounters. My surprise appearance in the shower and her interpretation of those events may have something to do with that, but I liked it. I like kissing, and it seemed like her mouth was designed to accept mine. I bent my knees a little deeper, pushed myself deeper inside her and tried to swallow her tongue.
I felt her thighs begin to quiver and Mystique pushed me off of her. “We gotta get outta here.”
Mystique left me standing there in the shower and grabbed a towel on her way out of the bathroom. I laughed a little and turned off the shower. By the time I came out of the bathroom, she had dried herself off and was laying on the bed waiting for me.
Mystique rolled over on her back, lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles. 'Come get this pussy.”
I dropped my towel, walked over to the bed and then dropped to my knees. “Yeah,” Mystique said, smiled and then nodded her head. “You know what this pussy needs.”
Mystique spread her legs wider and I fingered her clit and felt it gettin’ harder. She gently moved her body so I could taste her. I ran my tongue along her lips and licked her clit. Mystique moaned when I tasted her. I slid my tongue inside her and sucked her moist lips gently. I licked her with the tip of my tongue and her clit got even harder. Mystique’s body began to quiver. “Ooooh shit!”
When she couldn’t take it anymore, Mystique pushed my head away. She quickly rolled to the other side of the bed and tried to catch her breath. I laid down on the bed next to her and ran my hand down her back and along that fat ass. I love touching her skin; it’s so fuckin’ soft.
Mystique rolled me gently on my back and got on top of me. I grabbed my dick and she eased herself down on it. She rested her head against my chest and started making circles around my nipples. Then Mystique quickly flicked her tongue at one. I liked that, so my body shook a little. She sat up and rode me slowly at first while I sucked on her nipples. When I started feeling her legs trembling on my thighs, I arched my back and pushed harder.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me,” Mystique managed before she bit her lip and grinded her hips down on me. I pumped harder.
Then, all of a sudden, Mystique let out this gut-wrenching scream. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” she rolled off me and tried to crawl away. But I wasn’t havin’ that. I quickly rolled off the bed, grabbed Mystique by her hips and entered her slowly. Mystique began to moan and shake while I eased in every inch. She began winding her hips as I slid in and out of her effortlessly. Mystique was very wet, but she had excellent control of her muscles. I let go of her hips and she banged her ass against me. Mystique began to buck harder and harder as I squeezed her cheeks and did my damn level best to knock her back out. I leaned forward and grabbed Mystique by her shoulders. I began to pound that ass until her body started to tremble. “Ooooooooh shit, I like it like that!”
Yeah I know.
I slowed my pace, pulling almost completely out of her, slowly easing myself back inside of her. I reached between her legs and fingered her clit with one hand and squeezed her breast with the other.
Then I thought I heard something in the other room. At first I thought it was the television, but when I heard it again I stopped moving. Mystique looked back at me like I had lost my mind. “Why you stop?”
I put one finger over my lips to quiet her. “Shhh.” I eased myself out of Mystique and whispered, “Keep moaning.”
I looked around the room for my guns. They were in the other room with my clothes. “Shit,” I said softly and looked at Mystique. She covered herself but kept moaning like I asked her to. On the way to the door, I picked up the towel and wrapped it around me.
When I got to the door I put my ear to it, but I couldn’t hear anything. Maybe I was just being paranoid, or had I really heard somebody out there? I looked at Mystique and she shrugged her shoulders. Just to be sure, I opened the door slowly and looked before taking a step. That’s when I saw him.
I could see his reflection in the television moving into position to catch me coming out of the room. My guns were still sitting on the coffee table, but I’d be dead before I got to them. As soon as he got close enough to the door, I kicked the gun out of his hand and rushed him.
I caught him off guard and he fell to the floor. I punched him over and over again in the face. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to his feet. I reached back and hit him again, only when I did, the towel fell off. So there I am, fightin’ this mutha fucka naked.
I reached to pick it up, and he caught me with a good shot to the face. When he swung again, I stepped to the side and wrapped the towel around his neck. He struggled to get that towel off his neck, but that wasn’t happenin’. I pulled the end of the towel as hard as I could and rammed him face first into the wall. That took some of the fight out of him. I jammed my knee in his back and pulled the ends of the towel until he slowly stopped moving. I kept the pressure on until his body went limp and fell to the floor.
I checked for a pulse to be sure he was dead and then went back in the room with Mystique. She was sitting on the bed with a gun in her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a gun?”
“You didn’t ask,” Mystique said and smiled at me.
After briefly considering getting back in bed with her like James Bond would have, I asked to borrow her phone. I called Freeze. “Who is this?” he asked.
“It’s Black. I need a cleaner.”
“Where you at?”
“I’m with Mystique,” I said and pressed end. Mystique gave me a bewildered look. “Freeze always knows where I am.”
