Page 18 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
“Yeah, that shit is crazy. Someone would be dead,” he said. “I know your father don’t play about y’all. I know I don’t play about Callira.”
We continued to talk about trivial topics until our food came to the table. There was very little talking while we ate for several minutes. When he put his fork down, I knew we were about to have a different kind of conversation.
“So, I know this is our first date or whatnot, but I’m feeling you,” he said. “We kind of did shit backwards. I want to get to know you on some exclusive shit.”
My head slanted to the side. That was interesting. “Why exclusive?”
Now his head was on a slant. “Being honest, I don’t like to share, and I’ve never been a fan of fucking with a bunch of different females when one of them I want to lock down. Plus, you’ve given me that golden pussy, and I will demolish someone’s being if I even hear you let another nigga in it. I like your vibe, who you are as a person, and how you interact with my daughter which is very important. Yeah, it’s on a different level right now, but eventually it will be on a deeper one. With the relationship that you two are building, it will serve as a great foundation for a transition.”
His answer was complex and sexy. I heard everything that he said, but what stood out was the demolish thing. Whew, what girl wouldn’t want a crash out about her kind of man? Yeah, that was my toxic trait that a lot of people didn’t know about.
“Well, how will we know when it’s time to go from exclusive dating to being in a full relationship? Only reason I ask is because your exclusive dating sounds like a real relationship.” I started to eat my soup. After a few spoonsful of it, I realized Citrell hadn’t answered the question. I turned my head to give him my attention. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I was thinking about what you just said.” He paused for a moment to take a sip of his beer. “Yeah, you’re right. Exclusive dating does sound like a real relationship and looks like it too.” His shoulders lifted. “I guess we’re in a relationship then.”
“Wait, what!” My laughter was so loud the table next to us glared at us. I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Citrell, how did you go from exclusively dating to we’re in a relationship?”
“Sundae, we went from one to the other because you pointed out that they sound the same, love. If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, then it’s a duck. We can do the wordplay all we want, but at the end of the day, I’m fucking you and you’re fucking me. We’re going to get to know each other, eventually love each other, then get married, have babies, and all that.”
He went right back to eating his steak like he didn’t just plan our entire future in a few sentences. My head bucked back a little. “What if we don’t work out though?”Wait! I was supposed to tell him that he is crazy.
His eyes softened. “If we don’t work out, then we will be mature enough to realize it and adjust ourselves as needed. I just need you to know that there is a difference between difficulties in a relationship that can be worked out and a relationship actually not working, love.”
I understood what he said and agreed. Did I have anything to lose by trying this out? I couldn’t really say that we were moving too fast. I had already given him my body. “Well, I guess we are in an exclusive relationship.”
“Fuck, Sundae! This pussy is going to have me stalking your fine ass,” Citrell said as he stroked my insides. My leg was in the crook of his arm, and his body leaned to the side.
One of my hands had a handful of my sheets in them while the other tried to push him back with his abs. He smacked my hand away. “Baby, wait. Wait!”
He stopped his stroke for what felt like one point four seconds before he started again. “You thought you were going to suck my dick like you did in my truck on our way here and not get your pussy lining fucked thin?”
On the way here, I decided to be a little risqué, and I gave him some car action. After we had the we’re in an exclusive relationship talk, we discussed so many other things that gave each of us insight into who we were. I figured since we’re in a relationship and all, I could suck his dick in the car.
When we got to my house, he was on me. Elvira and Pyra were not happy about being kicked out of my room, but they had to go. They had several sleeping places around the house. This kitty needed to be petted to let out a few meows too. My stomach cramped as I felt my orgasm at the tip of my life. “I’m about to cum!”
“Wet this dick up, love.” His voice came out with a groan in my ear. Every time he called me love, it did something to me. He could end any request with love, and I’d do it. “There it goes. There it goes.”
I felt my whole ass get wet. I know like hell that was not me. I’d never in my life came that much or hard. I felt embarrassed.It felt like I’d ran a damn mile. At least that was what I thought it would feel like, because I had never run a mile.
“Citrell, baby,” I said after a low moan. This man’s sexual stamina was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I started to move my hips under him and work my muscles because this nigga had to nut!
His hand that had my leg in its crook reached up and grabbed my breast. That made my leg bend back even more. It was a different feeling of ecstasy. His lips went to my ear. “I know what you’re trying to do, Sundae. It won’t fucking work. I control this nut, not you.”
I wasn’t sure what wiggle, pop, thrust, pump move he did, but once again my stomach tightened. “Oh God! What are you doing to me?”
“I’m making sure this pussy knows who the fuck it belongs to. This dick belongs to you, Sundae.” He did that combination move again and that was all she wrote. Damn the meow. My pussy just roared.
It took Citrell another fifteen minutes before he came to his end. In those fifteen minutes, I had two more orgasms. He had to carry me to the shower because my legs were too damn weak. I was so happy when all we did in the shower was shower because if he tried to fuck me, I might have passed the hell out.
Now we lay in my bed. I was exhausted but not sleepy. It was still early, so that made sense. Besides, I was a night owl. “Baby, does your name mean anything?”
He chuckled. “That was so damn random. Um, Citrell is a combination of my mom and dad’s names—Rella and Citro. It’s my middle name though. My first name is Arzeniq.”
My body shifted to turn toward him. “Wait, like the poison? Why did your parents do that?” I didn’t mean to giggle.
He tickled my side, causing me to giggle more. “Don’t do me. Yeah, it’s pronounced like the poison, but spelled A-R-Z-E-N-I-Q. When I was adopted, that was the only request that my birth mother made. She wanted me to keep the first name.”
It felt like the air in the room froze over. “I didn’t know you were adopted. When were you adopted?”
