No Ordinary Love (26 page)

And he did for the length of what seemed like an endless playlist of R&B artist Trey Songz beginning with,
All the Ifs
by the time the fifth song,
One Love
streamed into the car from the speakers, David was pulling into a metered spot in front of her building. The fact that he was singing served to annoy her. This was her favorite song, and he was ruining it for her.

Despite herself, Catrina smiled inside. He could sing. While his musical talents were not as established as Trey’s, his vocals had the power to make her heart quake. He did so as she waited while he sang through the second verse.

The promise of that “One Love” still eluded her. Catrina remained silent as he continued singing. She reached for the door handle without a word.

“It doesn’t bother you that they’re getting married in our spot?”

The question caught her off guard, she didn’t know why it surprised her that he cared.

“It’s not our spot, David. I’m not mad because what I shared there with you was special. What we had was special but in the end it’s not like we was gonna ever use it. So when she asked I said it was fine,” she responded sadly. She made a motion to signal that she was ready to get out of the car.

David knew the routine and also knew that she was silently telling him that she wasn’t going to indulge him with idle conversation. He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from exiting the car.

“Are you happy?” he questioned, causing her to settle back against the seat. Because the glasses remained, David reached to remove them from her face. “Does he make you happy?” he pressed.

She was looking him in the eyes this time. “Why does it matter to you, David, really? When has my happiness or my feelings ever mattered to you?”

That was just it, they always had, David reflected. Though his past and some present behaviors leaned toward selfishness, his heart had always undoubtedly been hers.

“It has always mattered. Sometimes they were the only thing that did matter. I do love you, have always loved you.”

Catrina shook her head. “Just stop. I’ll admit we’ve made some mistakes by sleeping with each other. But people really do survive being friends with people they’ve had relationships with. There is no difference between now and then, Dave.”

“No, there isn’t. You loved me then, you love me now,” he told her as he glanced over at her.

“Love is a trap word for you. You know I have feelings for you, that I’ve been in love with you my whole life, and you use that to try and make me weak.”

“What about me being weak? You said that you wouldn’t marry me, and then stopped talking to me again for the second time in our lives. You wouldn’t let me explain, or listen to reason. I accepted that.”

“I came to you two months later, and what did I find? You were there with some other bitch, like always,” she remembered shrugging. The humiliation of the visit was still fresh in her mind.

“Okay, I was with another woman. How was I supposed to know that you were gonna show up and be stubborn about the situation. You told me you didn’t want to marry me.”

The idea that she’d said no and meant it had bothered him. It still bothered him. The story was old and very well written.

“Haven’t we been over this? I thought we were over this?” she coolly replied.

“I’ll never get over you. But if you tell me that you don’t love me and that you’re happy, I’ll take that and just leave it. But you have to tell me.” He reached and captured her chin.

This time she didn’t protest, or make any attempt to pull away from him. Catrina sighed heavily. “I should be hap—”

The rest of her words were captured by his lips as they skillfully covered hers. Catrina sat motionless as he assaulted her mouth roughly at first, hands in her hair molding her lips to his. The lips then began to softly plunder coaxing her to respond.

“Finally, I love you, just love you,” David murmured when Catrina’s hand came up to rest on his neck, and her lips responded to his.

There was no way Catrina would have been able to tell how long they’d spent in the car kissing before she stopped him only to inquire, “Would you like to come up?”

Catrina was less aware of his actual answer as he zipped out of the car, was around her side, all but pulling her out of the car and leading her inside the building as if he knew where he was going. She giggled as she tripped into the elevator.

David’s body caught the weight of her even as he urged Catrina’s body back into the wall kissing her. David could see the clouds of mass confusion crowd her liquid brown stare as she unlocked her front door. The sincerity of her gaze as she backed in the spacious entryway served as an open invitation. David leaned against the door after turning the lock and nodded his head.

My head and emotions are so fucked up; I’ll take him any way I can get him.

Still silent, Catrina nodded her head in acceptance and cocked it towards her bedroom and also held her hand out in invitation.

David pushed off the door and intertwined his fingers with her. As she motioned to pull him toward the bedroom, David resisted and brought her fingers to his lips to nibble lightly.

“You know this it, right?” David warned her as his nibbling mouth traveled up her arm, to her shoulder and decided to make a home in the crook of her neck.

Catrina moaned as he lightly bit down on her neck in the spot only he knew existed. Her neck tilted to the side as he explored it at the same time he banded her body to his with their arms behind her back.

The temperature-raising neck kisses brought giggles from Catrina that she couldn’t suppress. “Umm,” she murmured, pulling her neck back so that David could pay attention to her lips. Catrina’s bottom lip escaped from beneath her two front teeth as David stared into her eyes.

He could feel the heat on her; see the urgency of her want in her eyes. They matched his own desire, but he wanted, no needed to take her slow that first time.

As if almost reading his mind, Catrina stepped back, but let her hand and fingers stay intertwined with his, and made her way to her bedroom. She flicked on the track lighting as they brushed past the door. The light served to illuminate the room to a flicker.

The softly painted pastel yellow walls didn’t surprise him as he made a quiet assessment of the bedroom. The walls showcased oversized pictures of black art, some African American lovers, some colorful abstracts. There was a huge brown leather chaise catty cornered back in the far left corner. The floor was covered by and oversized cashmere area rug.

The room assessment came to a halt as she began unclasping the large buttons of her designer top to expose her flawless skin and black lace bra.

“Let me do that,” David offered.

The lace bra was seductive enough to have him pulling her out of the cropped black wide legged pants to see if the panties matched. His suspicion was confirmed as he slid the fabric down her legs to reveal the matching frilly lace bottoms. He fell to his knees before her.

“Undo these,” she instructed motioning for him to remove her shoes.

For the second time, he paid attention to the black and white four inch ice pick heels that she wore, bringing her inches short of his own six foot three inch frame inch frame. The first time he saw those shoes, he wondered what the hell she was doing walking around in them in the dirt and grass. All David could think of now was how they’d be wrapped around him as he put it on her.

“Naw, leave them on,” he told her kissing her calf. “Step back,” he ordered.
David took in the sight of her when she did. “Ummm,” he murmured, looking down at his rock hard penis and then back up into Catrina’s smiling face.

“You like it?” she asked, pretending to model the underwear for him, turning and posing so that he could get a better view. She stood in front of him. “You like it, Bey?” she questioned again, her voice husky with desire as she bent over just so that her breast were hovering above his mouth.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he roughly said, reaching to pull her face to his for a kiss.

The move brought Catrina to her knees before him. Her hands were relentless as they pulled at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to remove it.

He pushed her hands away as he made quick work disposing of both his shirt, the belt and buttons of his jeans.

Still kneeling, Catrina pulled at the jeans until they were around his knees and braced herself as he took her down on the floor. The softness of her cashmere area rug met her back as she adjusted to feel the weight of him for the first time in over a year. Catrina’s body wanted to shout “
Welcome home
” as she enveloped him with arms and legs.

“Unt uhh, Bey. I want it slow,” David murmured as he dropped a kiss to her lips, stilling her searching hips with his hands. He kicked his own legs to remove the jeans and boxers from them.

“I want it fast,” she hummed. “Right now,” she purred, lifting her head for another kiss. “Now, David,” she ordered breathlessly as she tugged at her panties.

David lifted up to assist pulling them from her legs and returned between her thighs before she had a chance to miss him.
What is he waiting for?

David shook his head touching his forehead to hers. “Let me show you how I love you,” he murmured lifting her to him. Catrina’s legs spread wider to allow him the space he needed so she could accept him there. “Let me love you,” he murmured again as he began entering her.

Her velvety wetness was like an invitation to heaven.

Catrina closed her eyes against the sensation of the greatest thing she’d ever felt and bit down on her lip in attempt to stifle her pleasure. She moaned a sigh as he filled her with the length of him.

The first stroke was deep and slow. It was followed by a trio of others which brought hushed murmurs and sighs of pleasure from them both.

Long stroke. “I love you,” he said.

Long slow stroke followed by two short quick ones and then a deep one. “I love you,” he murmured again.

Catrina wrapped her legs around his waist and crossed her ice pick heeled feet at the ankles across his back. “Get it, Bey,” she responded, gyrating her hips in return as he sensed her urgency for the need of her release.

“You gon’ come on this dick, but not yet,” he whispered in her ear. “Now let me get my pussy.” Six deep strokes.

“Aaahhh,” the cry escaped followed by, “uuummm, give me that dick, Daddy. We missed you so much,” she breathed as she massaged his back. “I missed you so much, David,” Catrina confessed as she bit at his neck, taking what he gave.

David set the pace but allowed Catrina to do her. Biting, licking, sucking, squeezing, and massaging— all trademark Catrina moves.

Deep stroke, lingered a little, withdrew to the tip, and went back in for another deeper stroke.

She moaned in response.

“You love me?” he asked her as he repeated the motion. He pushed her thighs up a little further so he could touch that spot. “You love me?” He gyrated, touching it again. He could feel her muscles tighten around him as she moaned in pleasure. The response beautiful, still not what he was looking for. “You love me?” he quizzed again and tapped what seemed like the question in Morse Code on her G-Spot.

Catrina could feel the quake erupting from the sole of her feet, up into her legs, causing her thighs to shake and butt to hump and clench just before she let go. “Ahh…ahh. I aaahhh. I love you; I love you,” she exclaimed as she arched her back and exposed the line of her neck for him as she shook with ecstasy.

“You good,” he breathed at her ear. “That’s my girl,” he continued to stroke.

Still shaking, Catrina licked her lips and clenched her body around him. “Wait,” she moaned trying to get control of herself.

“Naw, Shit, Bey. You feel so good; I fuckin’ love you,” David let out as he framed her face to kiss her.

Minutes passed as he administered jack hammer strokes molding Catrina’s body to his.

David let out a strangled growl as he came and collapsed atop her. He laid there as she stroked his back and head. “You the best, bey,” he told her, turning his head to hers after a quick kiss.

When he motioned to withdraw from her, Catrina sighed, “In a minute.” She wanted to bask in the sensation of having his body over hers. The feel of him much like the welcoming home she’d joked about.

“I know you fuckin’ trippin!” the shout came from the doorway. “If you don’t get the fuck up off the floor…”

David didn’t move, but Shawn’s voice had Catrina scrambling and attempting to push him away.

“Shawn! Oh my, God!” she yelped. A million thoughts ran through her head. “Move,” she urged shoving David.

What the hell? Why this type of shit always happen to me?

Catrina quickly thanked God, that Shawn wasn’t crazy. Extremely possessive, she acknowledged, but concluded that all men were.

He was still standing in the doorway, possibly contemplating how to handle the situation he’d just walked in on. If he was a killer or crazy, she could be dead. This could be her last thought.

“Get up,” she shouted nervously.

Shawn stalked into the room, grasped David’s shoulder in an attempt to pull him up and away from Catrina. “Get the fuck up,” he shouted. With a dangerous look in his eyes, Shawn shoved at David to get him to his feet.

David managed to pull up his pants before Shawn landed the first blow to his jaw.

Catrina jumped to attention and desperately grasped for something to cover herself with. In the end, she wrapped herself in a cotton sheet as she watched the two men in her life punch at each other.

“Shit,” she stumped and seriously thought about breaking down and crying. The adult in her won, and she fought to squeeze between them. She used all her might to push them both back. Because she knew and could predict David’s reaction, she chose him to talk. “Come on now.” She looked at David with pleading eyes. “I’ma need a minute,” she told him turning, her gaze and attention to Shawn.

“What?” David responded angrily, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You think I’ma leave you in here wit’ him?”

“One fuckin’ minute, David, damn. Just go,” she ordered.