The Response by Tasha Macklin Page B

enough, he pulled me close and hugged me.
     
    “Trae, no. I see what you are doing.” I tried to break free of his embrace. “You won. You got me back here. You got your family together and now you don’t want me. And at the same time, you won’t let nobody else have me. It took a minute, but I see right through your bullshit.”
     
    “That’s not true.”
     
    “I’m not stupid. Get off of me and get the fuck out!” He held me tighter.
     
    “Till death, Tasha. Till death do us part.”
     
    “No, Trae. I’m not going to let you do this to me.”
     
    “Do what?”
     
    “Control me like this. Now let me go.”
     
    “Aiight, fine. You’re in control,” he said and let me go.
     
    “Now leave,” I told him as I pulled the covers back on the bed. I needed some quiet time without him all up in my space. I grabbed my Sudoku puzzle book and a pencil. Trae began to undress in front of me. Butt naked, he went into his jacket pocket, came out with a blunt and headed for the bathroom. I heard the shower come on and a few minutes later, the smell of purple haze floated up my nose.
     

 
     
    Trae
    Tasha obviously got my point. She was mine, always would be, and I would never, as long as I was breathing watch her run off happily into the sunset with the next muhfucka. Took her long enough, but I believe she got it. Yeah, I was doing all that shit on purpose. I had to bring that lesson home somehow. I intended to drag the shit out a few more nights, but when she came walking past me with my pajama top on, ass hanging out, my dick started hollering, “My nigga, did you see that?”
     
    I started talking back. “Yeah, I saw it.”
     
    “Well, what the fuck you waitin’ on? Don’t make me starve again tonight. I can’t take this bullshit much longer. So what you gonna do about it?” my dick asked me.
     
    “The pussy ain’t going nowhere. Be cool. You’ll be all right for a few more days.”
     
    “Man, you got me fucked up. You ain’t starving me another night. I need to be all up in that.” And at that thought, my shit got rock hard. The next thing I know, I was climbing the stairs to my bedroom, following behind my dick.
     
    I knocked off half of the blunt and took a nice, hot shower as I thought about how many ways I was gonna fuck Tasha. I knew my wife like I knew the back of my hand, and she’d been uptight as hell these past few days, needing to get dicked down. That’s why she was doing all that damn crying. She was sexually frustrated.
     
    I got out the shower, dried off, brushed my teeth and lotioned up. When I stepped out of the bathroom, she was sitting in the bed, puzzle book in her lap, tissue in hand, wiping away her tears. I pulled my side of the covers back, climbed into our bed and slid up next to her. I began unbuttoning my pajama top, the one that she had on, and she stopped me.
     
    “No, Trae,” she stated firmly.
     
    “I want my pajama top,” I told her as I went back to unbuttoning it.
     
    “I’m not playing with you, Trae.”
     
    “I ain’t playing, neither.” I snatched it open, popping off the last of the buttons. They went flying across the bed. Tasha rolled her eyes. Her succulent looking breasts left me in a trance. Before I leaned in to her, I put a tit in my hand, brought it to my mouth and sucked on her pretty brown nipple.
     
    “Trae, stop!” she said through sniffles.
     
    I didn’t stop until I had enough and was sure that her pussy was wet. I snatched the covers off her, ran my hand up her thigh until I had two fingers inside her. Yeah, she was ready. I leaned back in and flicked my tongue across her nipple as I fingered her pussy.
     
    “Can I get that kiss you been saving for me?” She shook her head no and moved my hand from between her thighs. I pulled her down toward me by the neck. “I want my kiss.” Roughly, I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her until her lips kissed me back.
     
    Just as Tasha began thrusting her hips forward