One Dead Lawyer by Tony Lindsay Page B

star’s. I reached for them but she moved out of my reach and lay back against one of my overstuffed feather pillows.
    In my past experience big breasts were never perky and they hardly ever had long nipples attached. Slightly stuck and uncertain of whether to caress them, suck them or lay my head upon them, I allowed my open mouth to lead me.
    Minutes later she whispered, “What you’re doing feels good, D, but I’m in need something else. Right now, baby, I want you to bring the country on.”
    I wanted to bring it on. A brother was hard as a block of government cheese. I wasn’t hesitating due to a lack of readiness. What was needed, however, was some calming time.
    Premature ejaculation was knocking at my door. After four months with no sex, a brother could have easily gotten over stimulated. After I took a few deep, controlled breaths, I got between her open thighs. Soft, subtle resistance is what I found. It was easy enough to enter the head and a little more, but after that her warm softness encompassed me.
    When I was a child, my grandmother would stew me apples, and with just the slightest push of my finger, the skin of the apple would open and my finger would be in the tender meat of the fruit. Sunken into the flesh of Daphne, I wanted to go deeper into delicateness so I pushed and pushed until I thought I heard her whimper.
    I tried to pull back, but she grabbed hold of my butt and said, “No, no, don’t you dare. Keep it there, slow and easy,
    D. Real slow, real easy, slow and easy, push it easy just like you doing.” She pulled me into her.
    After a while I realized it wasn’t whimpering I heard. She was humming. She began rotating her hips beneath me and her humming got louder and her grip on my backside got tighter. The deeper I went, the more she rolled her hips. I wanted to pull out and stroke but she wouldn’t allow me to retreat. When all I had to offer was in her, she stopped humming and locked her legs around the small of my back and humped. All I could do was stay in deep and that seemed to be all she wanted.
    Beneath me I felt her quiver, What was tight and moist moments ago became slippery, wet and loose. The restraining grip that held my butt left. Her arms lay listless at her sides. Free to move, I did.
    Her humming began again with my strokes, faint and barely audible, the looseness of her tightened. She dug nails into the top of my shoulders. I grunted in pain, but her humming wouldn’t let it be heard.
    Exactly what it was I don’t know. Men call it, “hitting the back of it.” Women refer to it as their “spot.” With Daphne it was a patch of pleasure that I felt rising, no, more like swelling up inside her. When I repeatedly stroked over the rising mound and buried my head into what men call the back of it, she went electric. Her thighs wrapped around me tight and her nails peeled down my back and I became a “nasty, big-dick motherfucker.”
    I wanted to call her something too, but words escaped me as I too went electric. I didn’t want any buttermilk and cornbread, but I sho’ felt good. I thought I heard her say real quiet, almost under her breath, “sorry, Gina.”
    Sorry? I wasn’t sorry. It was over between Regina and me. This brother was moving on, and I wanted to tell Daphne that, but the next sound I heard from her was snoring.

Chapter Five
    When I woke up, the clock on my night table read TUES 9:04 A.M. I rolled free from our leg-tangled embrace, lifted the cordless from the cradle and dialed my office. Carol, my partner in the security service, answered on the first ring.
    â€œEpsilon Security Escort Service, how may I help you?”
    â€œHey, Carol, it’s me.”
    â€œHey there, boss. Are you coming in today?”
    I’ve tried for months to stop Carol from calling me that. We have been full partners for half a year and she continues to refer to me as