Part Two. And That Was It!

... I opened the door wider as you come back inside. Then I placed my right hand on the wall to keep you from going any further. I shut the door and ask you,
"So what's your answer?"
Your back presses flat against the wall as you look into my eyes.
"What was the question?" You ask.
I moved closely to your left ear, and spoke in a low, soft bass filled tone.
"Am I the only one who wants to fuck tonight?" I asked.
I didn't stutter or anything, I meant what I said. Caught off guard by my forwardness, you begin to meet my headstrong demeanor in the manner like I knew you would. Now I'm not one to SAY sexually explicit words and names but my desire for sex overpowered my shyness and blazed in my eyes, my voice and most definately 7 inches down the right leg of my underwear. (I ain't gone lie to ya')
"You really want to know?" You ask.
"Say what you feel," I tell you.
Your procrastination only makes me want you more as the beast of passion began to manifest himself. But I tamed it until that anticipated answer left your lips.
"I didn't expect you to be so forward, Dre, but you could have been a little more creative," You say.
"Rashida, I want you, and when it comes to that I believe in gettin straight to da point ya hurr me? I respect you dearly and you're an intelligient woman. But when it comes to sex, then it is what is, and you gone have to take it how I give it to you. You're sexy as hell, and we're grown, and pretty much human. I'm not changin my words, I meant what I said and said it how I meant it."
Now worried that what I said may have turned you off, I begin to apologize. But you smiled and a gleam manifested in your eyes.
"Enough said," you say, "put your money where your mouth is."
"Money?" I asked, "I'd rather put you were my mouth is. Now hurry up and come out of this dress."
By now, I know what you're thinkin as your stunned expression dies down a little. You had me on the brain, how long I was, and how strong was my stroke.
You open your mouth and whimper, "Okay."
And that was it... Your dress hit the floor and so did my slacks and underwear....