One Taste by Allison Hobbs

empty apartment. The unexpected power in her small, angry fist knocked his Eagles cap askew.
    “Ugh!” Matt grunted. One hand reflexively covered the injured eye. The other hand quickly twisted around the brim of the worn green cap.
    “See that shit,” she said, huffing and puffing. “See what youmade me do? That’s what you get for putting your hands on me when I’m mad.”
    “I’m all right. It’s okay, baby,” Matt said as he moved quickly to the bathroom to inspect the damage.
    Looking more interested than concerned, Onika followed Matt into the bathroom. “Aw, it ain’t nothing,” she said with a tsk as she stood behind him and spoke to his unblemished reflection.
    “You’re right,” he said, sounding relieved. “But I should probably put some ice on it to prevent any swelling.” Matt turned to go to the kitchen.
    “Ain’t no ice in there,” Onika muttered knowingly.
    In the kitchen, Matt opened the freezer and found three plastic trays filled with ice.
    “Oh, all right,” Onika exclaimed, surprised. “Well, whatchu gonna put it in?”
    Matt looked around the empty kitchen, removed his cap and scratched his head.
    “Don’t worry, Mr. Wheeler. I got something for you to wrap it in.” Onika’s tone was suddenly soft. Forgiving. And seductive.
    Before Matt could respond, Onika pulled down her jeans. Stripped down to a T-shirt and a pair of black panties, she stood with her back pressed against one of the bare kitchen walls. Curling the soft black fabric past her hips, she stepped out of the panties and offered them to Matt. “Here you go,” she said wearing a sly grin.
    Matt took the panties. He sniffed the crotch and deeply inhaled her feminine scent. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, Matt licked his lips and began to salivate at the sight of Onika’s pubis. No longer interested in giving himself first aid, he shoved the icetray back inside and slammed the freezer door. “Can I taste it, baby? Just one taste?” he pleaded.
    A lustful look flashed across Onika’s face. “I’m not even gonna front, Mr. Wheeler. Like I told you, I got a lot of freak in me.” With her penetrating eyes fastened to his, she ran her middle finger over her clit and then slipped it inside. After several thrusts, she held up the glistening finger. “See how my pussy acts when you make me mad?”
    “Oh yeah, baby. I see.” He looked at her finger longingly. “Can I taste it?”
    Onika extended her finger, offering it to Matt. Then she suddenly snatched it back, taunting him, forcing him to stretch his neck and lengthen his tongue to lick the sticky moisture.
    Dipping her long finger in and out of her overly moist pussy, Onika finger-fed Matt her juices. Anxiously, his hand brushed against his crotch, unzipped his pants, and snaked inside his fly. Closing his palm around his erection, Matt stroked his dick as he sucked Onika’s creamy finger.
     
    “Eric called,” Regina told Matt after he got in bed beside her.
    “Damn!” Matt groaned. “I promised to drop off the money he needs for his senior class dues.”
    “Yes, that’s what he said. He seemed pretty upset. I told him you’ve been so busy lately, it probably slipped your mind.”
    “ Busy is putting it mildly. Trying to get a good day’s work out of my crew is like pulling teeth. Not only do I have to pick them up and drop them off; I have to babysit those lazy grown men….” Matt shook his head in irritation. “I have to go behind them and make sure the job is done right. Running a business is hard work.Eric’s going to have to understand, I don’t have a lot of free time or money to throw around.”
    “Well, Matt you did promise to give him the money,” Regina said logically.
    “True. Would you call him for me tomorrow and tell him I’ll write a check and send it to his school?”
    “Sure. Speaking of calling Eric, I asked him how he liked his new phone.” With her brow crinkled in confusion, Regina met her husband’s eyes. “Eric said