You Got It Bad

Booty-call

I sat on my couch with the TV on, finally a day without the un-needed drama, watching as the main character in the soap opera fell to her knees in tears over losing her lover. I found myself sniffling a little bit at the intensity of said characters cries. “Awww…that’s so sad.” I say to myself, my voice echoing in the quiet of my home. I sit up as I watch the door open completely catching the girl off guard before going to commercial. I frown. I hated commercials. I stood up and stretched; heading for the kitchen I opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda. As I head back to the sofa my phone suddenly rings and I race toward my room. I pick up my phone and literally sprint back to the couch just as the show comes back on.

“Hello,” I say though I’m concentrating solely on the seemingly drastic events that are happening on my television screen. “Danielle, what are you doing tonight?” Damion’s melodious voice cascades through my ear and I quickly lose interest in the TV show and I zone in on his voice. “Tonight? Um…probably nothing. Why? Is this a booty call?” I ask with a grin on my face. He laughs and I can feel my heart beat accelerate. “No, this isn’t a booty call but if that’s what you want then your wish is my command.”

I giggle girlishly. “I’ve always wanted to say that.” He chuckles, “You’ve always wanted to say booty call? You really are a nerd.” I gasp dramatically, “I am not a nerd! No one has called me that since high school…”

He retaliates, “Well, you are nerd.” “Oh, whatever you dumb jock!”

I could hear his intake of breath at my words and I laughed. “I’ve never been a jock! That’s an insult.”

“Yes you have! You were an ignorant, hormone filled jock! You and your entire clan of ignorant hormone filled friends!” He laughed at that statement. I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of happiness in his voice. “But what do you want anyway?” I ask curiously. He whispers, “I just wanted to hear your voice.” I instantly feel myself began to melt.

“So…can we make this a booty call?” I ask boldly, suddenly feeling lustful. He chuckles, his deep voice resonating through my body. “You’re getting brave aren’t you?” I nod my head as if he can see me. “Damion…” I whine on a whisper. I can practically see the arrogant smirk growing on his face.  

“How much do you want me to come over?” He asks teasingly. I groan, “You love teasing me don’t you?” He chuckles, “You didn’t answer my question…” I bite my lip. “I really, really, really want you to come over.” I whisper, my voice laced with embarrassment. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I really want you to come over!” I shout slightly frustrated. He laughs, “I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.” He hangs up the phone and I almost fall as I jump from the couch and run toward my bedroom. I toss my phone on the bed and proceed to turn on the shower. As I hurriedly began to strip, suddenly remembering that I didn’t unlock the door. I sprint back into the living room and unlock the door before running back into the bathroom. I lather up with soap and quickly rinse it off. I jump out of the shower and literally slide to the sink where I brush my teeth vigorously. As I rinse out my mouth I hear someone call my name and I freeze. It hasn’t been fifteen minutes! I grab a towel and wrap myself in it before screaming, “I’ll be out in a second!”

Damion’s footsteps seem to grow closer and I quickly attempt to dry myself off; the bathroom door opened and he looked in. I paused as our eyes meet. His eyes seemed to ogle my wet body and I instantly wrapped the towel back around myself. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. “Did I get here too early?” He asked playfully. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Get out…I need to dry off.” I say lamely, knowing he won’t do as I ask. He smirks, “I can help you with that…” His voice trails off and I use the opportunity to attempt to run past him, he grabs me and as his hands touch my water slickened body warmth seeps through my skin. The towel slips down my waist and he pulls me close, I gasp at the electricity I feel surge between us. His hands travel up my body, groping my sensitive breast. I moan before struggling against his touch. “Wait.” I gasp out between my quickened puffs of air. He kisses my neck and before I can blink we’re on my bed; his hands travel down my body and I moan out.

He pulls off his shirt and our skin touches, heat against heat and it’s such a raw unadulterated feeling. I rub against him wrapping my arms around his neck as we kiss passionately. His teeth graze my bottom lip and he nibbles on it, causing heat to shoot down the length of me.

My equilibrium is completely out of whack; he sits up and quickly removes his pants and his boxers in one swift movement. I whimper at the loss of his body warmth but then he returns and kisses me with an abundance of desire, quieting my cries.

Then he’s inside of me and I can’t think, my mind completely goes blank as he strokes my inner fire. I grind against him, my body exploding underneath him as he works his expertise on my body. I arch my back, on the very edge of an orgasm. He thrusts into me and I seem to plunge into the deep abyss of pleasure. I convulse underneath him and he continues to thrust into me until he finds his own release, collapsing on top of me. We lay in a heap of sweat and lustful passion as our breathing slows. He hugs me close and I blink back my fatigue.  But as the tenderness of his touch wraps around me I fall asleep with my head against his chest, his heart beat thumping in my ear.