His hands glided across her like a warm knife cutting into butter. He moved the sheets off her soft clean shaven legs. Rubbing her feet unhurried and affectionately, he kissed and sucked each toe and moved up her legs not missing a beat, behind her knee into her inner thighs, kissing her lips, which were also clean shaven, coming up to her lower stomach, French kissing her navel, sucking each breast gently, then placing small pecks between her breast upon her neck and on her lips. She wrapped herself around him, guiding him into her body; it was like the first time all over again. He was tender and loving as he thrust himself into her warm inviting womanhood.
He whispered, "I'll always love you Sydney Michelle Jackson and you will become my wife."
She awakened, thinking he'd be gone, and it would have all been a beautiful dream. Instead he was there, holding her in his arms as to make good on the promises he'd stated a few hours prior. She was startled by a knock on the door. Dang, what's this, "the make sure Sydney doesn't sleep day" or something, she thought.
Darius woke up at the sound of the powerful knocks on the door. Someone started yelling, "I know you in there. Come open this door and let's settle this like adults. Girl, stop playing and come to this door." She jumped up out of the bed, found her gown, and raced to the door wondering who in the hell was at her house this time of morning. To her surprise it was one o'clock.
"Who is it?" she yelled approaching the door.
"It's me, Colby. Open this damn door."
"What you need to do is, go home and talk to your wife because she ain't here. We're done talking," she said through a closed door.
"You remember that night we went to the Plush Club," he said peeking through her curtains.
"Yea vaguely. That's the night I woke up the next morning not knowing where I was or what had happened, and you said you didn't know. I didn't drink so you took me to your home and nursed me back to health or something. Why?"
"Yea well, Sydney, I wasn't completely honest with you. We had sex that night and it was unprotected and I wanted to make sure you straight, that's all."
"Make sure I'm straight? Let's see," she reached out to open the door when a hand grabbed hers.
His voice followed, "Don't do anything you may regret."
"Okay, Darius, what should I do? This bastard just admitted to raping me and didn't use protection, and what does he mean by 'if I'm straight?' What am I supposed to do?"