Chanel

 

 

Today was special. Very special. I drove along 880-South with Jagged Edge’s “Lucky Charm” blaring and singing along with the lyrics. I was obsessed with R&B, particularly ballads. They just gave me so much life. Music for me was more like a mood than anything else and today’s mood is giddy.

I cursed traffic as I made my way past the stop-and-go traffic weaving in and out in places that I could to get past what I already knew were rubberneckers. Bay Area traffic was a huge fraud. Although it was known as some of the worst in the country, it could all be alleviated if Highway Patrol got on patrol and made the losers with huge gaps of space in front of them, move their asses over to the right lane with all the other slow drivers.

I had somewhere important to be and judging by where I was, I still had another fifteen or so, minutes to go. So, I turned up the volume, leaned back in my seat and made the best of my travels. By the time I was taking my exit, me, Usher, and Nicki Minaj were singing Lil’ Freak. I found myself doing the most as I sang along to the lyrics. I was all into it. However, the closer I got to my destination, the more my courage began to dissipate. I didn’t even know if I was still singing the right words—or on key! I was not as ready as I thought I was. A shot of the best Tequila would be great right about now, but since I was driving, that was just not an option.

Getting from my car and to Dario’s front door was a blur. However, what happened when he greeted me at the door was not. This man came to the door with sweats and a tank looking like he was ready for a workout and picked me up as soon as I made it through the door. My purse fell to the floor and my arms snaked around his neck as he carried me to a nearby wall and licked across my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth. The long, hungry kisses were nothing short of breathtaking. They literally took my breath away, and had my body fluctuating between hot and cold. I was wet with readiness and couldn’t wait to see where this would lead. We had hours to take our new relationship to the next level and the start to it all was feeling amazing already.

When my shorts began to moisten from the inside, I kissed Dario harder than ever. The longing made me do it. Kissing was good, but I wanted to feel this man in the worst way, as long and as deep as he could give it to me. I wanted him inside, swimming, living, giving.

Dario released me from his grasp and lowered me to the floor. I didn’t know what to expect, but when he got me down to nothing, and within seconds was nude himself, my first glimpse of his dick sent me into Stan mode. I wasn’t Stanning off of the Boxer, but the damn meat that resided in the boxers! Fuck if that damn thing wasn’t impressive—in both length and width.

“You know I’ve been waiting for this, right?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me. “Since the first night I met you . . . I wanted this, wanted you.” I would’ve answered with a response that matched his, but when he slid a digit across my pearl, there were no words needed. “Wet . . . Damn, Chanel . . . I like this.”

I wanted to suck his finger all the way inside and ride it until he was ready to give me his prize. It felt that good. But wishes do come true, I found, when Dario lifted me into his arms and slid inside of me. With three short strokes, he was in and the show had begun. I held onto him for dear life—this one and the next—as my body slid up and down against the wall and up and down on top of Dario’s goodness. It was good and a long time coming! I moaned louder and louder when the strokes became longer and quicker.

“Oh my God! This is sooo good, Dario! It’s . . . fuck . . . so good!”

When he pulled me away from the wall and carried me to the stairs, I didn’t think it could get any better, but I was wrong as hell. As he did push-ups in and out of my cove, I think I hollered. No, I know I hollered. Wait . . . I’m really not sure. I only knew that I was giving him all of what I had to offer, no restrictions in place. The staircase was too wide for me to grasp both sides, but with what I was able to grab, I gained extra leverage. My hips gained new strength as I met his thrusts with fevered ones of my own. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to help myself. I was all the way lost in lust, and I loved it. My orgasm was nearing with a fury that I was unfamiliar with, as it shot up from the bottom of my curled toes to my hot center. It circled in the area for a while giving me more time with the pleasure, hovering like a plane waiting for its turn to descend onto the runway. But when it was time, I came. I came hard, all my love exploding around him.

Hours later, I lay comfortably next to Dario in his bed. I didn’t remember exactly when we made it there, but after our workout, the bed was the appropriate place. I was tired—satiated, my kitty purred with contentment, and I had sore muscles in places, but it was well-worth forfeiting my morning run for. Lying in his arms was so comfortable. Listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his body all felt right. I know at a point I had reservations, but I’m so glad that I moved past those because Dario, so far, seemed like a chance worth taking.

“You good?” he asked, softly twirling strands of my hair around his fingers.

“I’m good. What about you? You good?”

“I’m great.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“You know, Chanel, I’m not sure what it is about you that drew me in . . . but it was immediate. You don’t know how glad I am that I let Wayne talk me into going out that night.”

“I know what you mean. I’m glad you were there—for more reasons than one.”

“Speaking of which; have you had any issues with that guy since then?”

“No, I haven’t. I don’t think I will, either.”

“Well, make sure to let me know if you do so that I can pay him a personal visit.”

“I don’t think it’ll come to that, but I will for sure let you know if that happens,” I promised.

 

Dario and I bonded as we talked for hours on end. We ate a late breakfast and went right back to our comforting spot. When lunch rolled around, we had each other again and again . . . and some more. I didn’t want to let go, but our playdate needed to come to an end so that I could pick up Rai from school and get him home.

When we parted, it was with long, slow kisses with touches that matched. They were exchanges that could’ve easily led us back to unapologetic lovemaking, had I not had somewhere to be.

On the entire ride to Rai’s school, I was on cloud nine reminiscing on my day with this new guy that I found myself strongly drawn to. It was such a fresh feeling to be with somebody that was protective and showed their emotions without caring what that looked like or how vulnerable it made them appear. Those were the things that I was finding with Dario. It was new and I liked it. As I pulled in front of my baby’s school, I smiled at the thought of he and I finally having someone in our lives that would do right by us.

Here’s to new beginnings, Chanel.