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"A suh yuh did bad bruck?" Patrice said pushing my hand away as she gaped at me.

"Wah, bad bruck inna wanting fi feel up mi ooman?" I said reaching out to rest my hands between the venture of her thighs.

"Behave," she said pushing my hand away and looking towards the door. "What if yuh madda see yuh!"

"So yuh agree seh yuh a mi ooman?" I smiled broadly before biting my bottom lip and raising my eyebrows enquiringly.

We arrived at my parents' approximately two hours ago. It was a pleasure to see how warm and open they were with Patrice and how at ease she had become thus creating a jovial and relaxing evening as we sat down to dinner of peas soup filled with chunky pigs tail and a generous amount of yam and dumplings.

My father had left to attend to some work-related matter and my mother was on a call out on the patio leaving us alone in the living room. I took the opportunity to snuggle up to a floral-scented Patrice clad in a button-front black sleeveless stretch-to-fit dress.

I watch as her face became flushed red with the sexual tension I was purposefully building up in her. Her tongue came out to nervously lick her lips as her eyes follow the movement of my teeth nipping my lips.

I took her distraction to unbutton the top button of her dress. My eyes still held hers as the twin globes of her breasts rise and fall with a shuddering intake of a deep breath she shakily released.

I reach up and let my index finger trace the smooth flesh of her cheeks. My body was burning for her and I wanted so much to rush her in the direction I so wanted her to head with me.

I wanted to take what we have slow and not blur my true intentions towards her with the sexual attraction that bristles between us but it was a wildfire just waiting to start.

"I...," she started to answer but my mother walk in bearing a tray with two small plates holding slices of lemon meringue pie and chilled peach iced tea.

"Thought you guys would like a little dessert before you turn in," she said smiling sweetly at us before placing the tray on the center table.

I smile back. It was just minutes to seven but I knew mom would be heading upstairs to watch the news and when dad returned they would most likely be turning in so that they could get up early to prepare dad for work.

My father was a retired fire chief who was now working as an overseer of new trainees. He was mostly at the Fire Station just being the friendly ex-firefighter dwelling through the lives of young firefighters in the making.

It was hard when he had to give up the dream he had made a reality because of glaucoma. At forty-five years of age, Lenroy Fenton was already a decorated firefighter who has made his way up the ranks but as life would have it at the height of his career it all fell downhill. A practically blind firefighter was a dead show.

It was a blessing that despite the tragedy of his career falling to pieces he was still able to be a valuable resource to the fire department. It would have left him a broken man who thought his purpose had ended too early.

Lyveen Fenton was his lifeline. It was her love, her support, and her dedication that made it possible for her husband to still live his dream even though he was now fully blind in one eye.

His parents throughout the years showed him just what love was meant to be. It was just a pity that with his ex-wife he was never able to show her what his parents had handed down to him because she was too self-centered and prone to lying even when the need was uncalled for to allow it to ever manifest.

"Thanks, Mrs Fenton," Patrice said smiling at my mother who wore an appreciative smile on her face.

"It was a pleasure to bake again." My mother said returning the smile. "With Len and I alone here now with all our kids grown and our one grandchild only coming to visit on holidays I hardly find it necessary."

The emphasis on the one did not escape either myself or Patrice and I couldn't help but smile as I watch her nervously shift the long strands of her high-top ponytail over her shoulder and quickly said. "It looks delicious."

"Well mother am sure you'll get your wish of grandchildren soon enough," I said reaching for a piece of the pie.

My mother a dark skin fifty-two-year-old Indian woman wore her hair cut low, it was now streaked with strands of grey. A mother of three boys she still stood petite and her face though now slightly aged had a tinge of her youth she was what you would refer to as aging gracefully.

She now stared at me from behind the stylish frame of her medicated eyeglasses perched on her slender nose.

"Well let's hope," she said. "I have no idea why Kenroy and Marlon seem hell-bent on not settling down and as for you surely it's time you gave little ---"

I cut her off with a mischievous smile but also because I did not want her to get too in-depth on matters that I have not yet shared with Patrice.

"Yuh neva see smoke without fire.
I take it that's why I can share a room with Patrice, you're planning on having grandchildren."

"Bwoy eat yuh pie," she snapped waving a dismissive hand at me as she turn to Patrice. "I'll see you in the morning hun."

"Good night Mrs Fenton," Patrice replied her face once again flush red.

"Call me Liv," my mother said smiling at her before leaving us to head on upstairs.

I was not through being mischievous I turn to Patrice after placing my half-eaten slice of pie back on the tray.

"Hurry up an eat yuh pie wi have baby fi guh mek."

I almost burst out laughing at the incredulous look that masked Patrice's face, the way her mouth fell slack I was sure the unchewed piece of pie was going to fall out on her lap.

I scooted over to her and lean close to her making our faces inches apart. I look deep into her eyes and watch how immediately they clouded with sexual awareness even though only seconds ago she was gaping at me in disbelief at what I had devilishly implied by being troublesome.

I lessen the meager space between our lips and lick away a smear of icing from the corner of her mouth before I crushed her lips to mine making a meringue kiss pie.

I felt my body come further alive as she presses her body into mine. I deepen the kiss as I pushed her down on the sofa her body knew just how to respond to mine and it made my need to remain in control slip away.

I shoved the hem of her dress up over her thighs so that I could nestle between them. I grine my lower body against her center the feel of her buff front sending blood pulsing to my already bulging member.

I groaned in her mouth as she pushed into me and I buck my hips as I dry-humped into her. Her hand which had earlier held the fork that she was using to eat the pie wound itself into my shirt as the other pushed at the waistband of my sweats.

I should stop. I wanted to ensure that sex did not lay the basis of what I was trying to build with her but all my senses fled when both her hands push my boxers and sweats down over my hips and butt.

My dick now a hard runny mess of need and pre-come wanted one thing and Patrice was ready to give it to me. She reach between us and shifted the flimsy lace thong she wore as we panted in each other's mouths our ragged breaths mingling.

I took one last calming breath as I position myself to enter her. I look into her eyes searching for something, anything to tell me that what she felt went beyond sexual gratification but whatever I was looking for became lost to me as she gripped my naked ass pulling me to her entrance.

"Patrice," I said in a final attempt to regain control but all control fled as she wound her legs around my waist.

"Please Maleek."

I entered her in one fluid thrust after guiding myself into her slippery entrance. I wanted to be with her like this for so long that it was impossible not to give in to making love to her.

I claim her lips again as I plunge in and out of her gently knowing deep down from her actions she wanted a wild tryst. I bit on her lips with just enough force to keep her under subjection when she tried to hasten the pace.

"Look at me," I said against her lips as she closed her eyes as if trying to shut me out. "Look at me!"

Her eyes fluttered open and I saw the tears that glistened in their depths. I held her gaze and with a faster pace, I thrust into her sopping heat. I feel her start to clench around me her walls tightening to encase my throbbing member with each of my concentrated strokes.

"I will not fuck you, Patrice, well not now anyways," I told her trying not to give into my need for release just yet. "I will make you realize I am no longer your toy of convenience. I am the man who---"

The loud ringing of her phone cut off my words and as if it was the scissors to cut loose both our control I spill into her as she shivered in her release.

I gently kiss her and pull from her telling her to take the call in the powder room off the small passageway that leads into the kitchen.

I needed some air. I needed to clear my head. Things were definitely not going as planned.

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