Give Me The Reason: A Love Story

by Coco Amoure

  “Good evening everyone. I would like to dedicate this piece to the man that I love, because he has been so good to me. He has shown me what real love is. Tonight, I want to express to him how much I appreciate him. Is that alright?” she asked the crowd.

  The crowd went wild. The females yelled out, “go ahead girl, get your man girl, yaaaasss girl.” While the men encouraged her with a “go head sista.” Delaney stood directly in front of Tyson and smiled lovingly at him. Tyson’s eyes lit up when he saw how beautiful she looked. She looked like a beautiful angel in the floor length, all white dress. Her hair and face was natural and flawless. The emerald diamond stud earring shone as bright as her gorgeous green eyes. His heart swelled with overwhelming love for her.

  Delaney placed the mic closely to her glossy lips, staring deeply into his eyes.

  “Tyson, I love you,” she said, with tears in her eyes. He teared up as well, because this was his first time hearing her say those three words that he’d been longing to hear. The crowd was oooohhhing and aaaaawwing as she professed her love to him. “This poem is entitled, Sentence Me to Life. With you is where I always want to be,” she said.

  The lights were turned off with the exception of one spotlight that shone down on her and Tyson. The band played softly as Delaney began to recite her poem. She sat down on Tyson’s lap, wrapped right arm around his neck and began to speak softly into the microphone:

  The very presence of you entices me

  And invites my body to react

  In climatic spasms of pleasure

  Excited by your walk, your smile, your style

  Your touch ignites intense sensations

  Of heat from deep within my womb

  Wrapped in your arms after

  Long sexual escapades of love making sessions

  The warmth of your breath on my neck

  The stroke of your touch on my back

  The way only you can hold me

  And calm my quivering limbs

  Because you know the aftermath

  Of our love making is my favorite part

  Being with you like this

  Is my desire forever and a day

  Yes, I could lay like this with you

  Forever and a day

  Just you and me

  Devouring each other for hours on end

  Appetites never satisfied

  The desire for each other

  Is too strong to resist

  One look

  One touch

  No words needed

  Giving ourselves to each other

  For hours of uninhibited

  Intensified journeys into a world of our own

  Only we exist in this place

  This space in time

  Entrapped in our own world

  Of unlimited pleasure

  Arrest me and sentence me to life

  I will never escape, never run

  You’re my warden

  I’m your prisoner of love

  Here to service and satisfy

  Your every need

  Tell me what you want

  Tell me to touch you there

  Kiss you here

  Suck you there

  Tell me what you want

  Me on top

  Riding you slowly

  Impaling you deeply

  Contracting muscles

  Tightly around your love

  Tell me what you want

  Orgasmic love pouring

  Sliding, dripping, gripping

  Hips grinding, winding

  Until you explode

  Filling me completely and deeply

  Tell me what you want?

  Tyson’s hands wrapped around her waist during the performance. She could feel his rigid manhood poking into her thigh. She kissed him at the end and the crowd went wild. Everyone was snapping and up on their feet. Tyson was all smiles and still in shock.

  Gary came back out on stage, as Tyson and Delaney walked behind the curtains.

  “Damn, is it hot in here or is just me?” he asked the crowd, wiping his face off with a white hand towel. The reaction from the crowd was priceless. Delaney’s nerves were still on edge, but in a good way. Tyson grabbed a handful of her ass and planted a wet, juicy kiss on her lips. He devoured her mouth with his, like he was trying to suck the soul out of her.

  He thought about taking her in the back and bending her over. As if she was reading his mind, Delaney pulled back.

  “We’ve got plenty of time for that later, bae,” she smiled mischievously.

  “But I want you right now, ma,” he breathed heavily. Tyson wasn’t sure if he could wait that long.

  “Get a room you two,” Drake laughed. He’d been watching them the entire time. He’d seen the performance, too. He wanted her now more than ever, especially after seeing the sensual side of the green-eyed beauty.

  Tyson and Delaney looked up, startled by his sudden appearance.

  “Aye, you know how it is, dawg.” Tyson chuckled.

  Drake’s eyes lustfully roamed over Delaney’s body. He knew it was disrespectful of him to look at his man’s lady like that, but even a blind man couldn’t turn away from all of the those curves. Tyson hadn’t noticed the way Drake was looking at Delaney, because he too was focused on her. Delaney, on the other hand, felt his intrusive stare and she didn’t like it one bit.

  “Babe, I’m going to meet Natasha in VIP,” she said, kissing him before walking off.

  When she finally made it through the crowd, Natasha damn near knocked her over.

  “OMG, you did that shit, bishhhhhh!” she yelled. Natasha was beaming with pride. She was so proud of her bestie for conquering her fears of love and life. Delaney had come a long way. Natasha couldn’t be happier for her longtime friend.

  “Thanks, boo! I was hella nervous,” she said, falling back on the plush sofa.

  “Girl, Tyson was loving every minute of it. I thought he was going to bend that ass over on stage, the way you were gyrating on his lap, talking about tell me what you want.” Natasha laughed, mimicking Delaney’s voice. They burst out into a fit of laughter at Natasha’s impression of Delaney.

  Out of nowhere Drake appeared. “Can I get you lovely ladies anything?” he asked. His stalker-like tendencies were getting under Delaney’s skin. He stared at Delaney. She turned her head, ignoring his penetrating stare. Natasha seemed irritated and shot Drake a look that Delaney couldn’t quite put a finger on.

  “Yes! I would like a glass of Grey Goose and cranberry juice,” she snapped. Drake had yet to look at Natasha and it was pissing her off. This nigga acted like he wasn’t just banging her back out a few hours ago. Natasha had been sleeping with Drake ever since she met him the first night she and Delaney had gone to LSL. When she walked over to sign Delaney up for open mic night, she bumped into Drake and they exchanged phone numbers. Drake was the same man she went and fucked after the Tamika Harper show when Tyson set them up in VIP for the first time. Natasha was livid at the way Drake was twisted over her best friend.

  “I will have the drink sent right over,” he said still staring at Delaney. Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

  “Do you know him or something?” Delaney asked, noticing the change in Tash’s demeanor.

  “Nah, not really. Just from seeing him around here a few times,” she lied.

  “You good? You look pretty upset right now. Tash, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

  “Yeah, boo, I know. Imma go to the rest room. I will be right back.” Natasha smiled and walked off.

  Natasha was on a mission to find Drake’s ass and ask him what all that shit back in VIP was about.

  Spotting him standing over by the bar, she walked right up on him and poked him in the back with her finger. Her eyes were blazing with anger. Drake turned around and sighed.

  “What’s up, Tash?” He wasn’t in the mood for her dramatics tonight. She was married and had no right getting mad at him about an
ything.

  “I need to talk to you asap,” she fumed. Drake thought about curving her, but he figured he may as well get this over with.

  “Follow me to my office.”

  Natasha didn’t know what his attitude was all about, just a few hours ago he was making sweet love to her and treating her like a queen. He’d even bathed and massaged her body, promising round two later that evening. Now he was acting as if she was the last person on earth he wanted to be around.

  Drake closed the door and sat down on his cherry wood desk. “Speak and make it quick, because I have work to do,” he said looking her directly in her eyes.

  Natasha was seeing red, but she took a deep breath and calmed down. “What’s up with you acting all thrown over Delaney, who happens to be my best friend? You acted like you didn’t even know me!” she yelled.

  “First off, bring it down some, Tash. Come on, ma, you’re married so why would I be all over you in a public place? All we’re doing is fucking, so I don’t know why you’re bringing all the rah-rah to me in the first place,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Drake enjoyed the sex with Natasha, but outside of that he didn’t have any interest in her. What the fuck did he look like catching feelings for a married woman?

  “Really, Drake?” she said with tears in her eyes. She never meant to catch feelings for him, but somewhere along the way she did. Natasha had put her marriage on the line for him. If her husband were to ever find out about her affair it would break his heart. Not to mention the fact that she would lose the one man who she knew without a shadow of a doubt loved her wholeheartedly. She let her boredom and selfishness drive her into the arms of another man. Drake may as well have slapped her across the face, it would have been less painful than the throbbing ache she felt in her heart.

  Drake was in no mood to deal with her tears. Had he known she was going to do this, he would have never agreed to have this talk.

  “Natasha, you’re a cool person, but I think we should chill. I thought you understood what we had going on. You’re married, so there is no way that I could ever allow myself to feel some type of way about you,” he said, running his hands over his head. This shit was really starting to stress him out.

  “Just like that, it’s over? Huh, Drake?” she asked, with tears streaming down her face.

  “Yeah, just like that,” he said, walking out of the door.

  Natasha was crying so hard that her entire body was trembling. She took a few minutes to get herself together before walking out of his office and straight out of the establishment. There was no way she could return to the table with Delaney.

  Delaney started to get concerned about Natasha. It was taking her way too long to just be in the bathroom. Just as she was about to stand up to go search for Tash, her cell phone buzzed.

  Natasha: Sorry but I had to leave, my cycle came on and my stomach is killing me. I will call you tomorrow. Love you boo.

  For some strange reason, Delaney was having a hard time believing Natasha text message.

  Delaney: Ok well feel better and I will check on you later. Love you too Sis

  She hit send and laid the phone back down on the table. When Delaney glanced up, she saw Drake standing a few feet away watching her. She quickly turned her head. She was willing to bet money that Drake had something to do with the reason why Natasha left.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Tyson and Delaney were all packed and ready to head to the Tennessee Mountains in the morning. They were spending the night at his place, since the dog kennel was closer to his house. She’d made arrangements earlier in the week to drop off Diamond for the weekend.

  “Are you excited, bae?” Tyson asked, sitting down beside Delaney.

  “Yes! I’ve been looking forward to this weekend since you told me we were going,” she said, petting Diamond on the head. Diamond reached up with her little paw and playfully swatted at Delaney’s hand.

  “I’m excited too, luv. I can’t wait to get you all to myself without any interruptions. Just you and me in a secluded cabin.”

  “Yeah, I bet you can’t wait.” She smiled seductively at him.

  “I don’t know why you packed so many clothes. Woman, I don’t want to see nothing but tits and ass the whole weekend,” he said.

  “Boy, whatever.” She laughed.

  “Shit, I ain’t playing no games. And what did I tell you about that boy shit? You know what it is,” he said, grabbing a handful of his dick.

  Delaney laughed, shaking her head at him. She stood, bending over to place Diamond on the floor. Tyson licked his lips, loving the way the white lace boy shorts rode up her ass.

  “Where you going, bae?” he asked, eyeing her lustfully.

  “To check on the roast that’s in the oven. Why?” she asked, with her hands planted on her small waist. Tyson instantly bricked up when he noticed her hard chocolate nipples poking through the white tank top she was wearing.

  “Com’ere,” he demanded. He wanted her in the worst way.

  “Ty, do you want the roast to burn up?” she whined. They had plenty of time for loving this weekend.

  “I said com’ere, ma. That roast ain’t gon’ burn up. Shit, if it does, fuck it,” he said, reaching for her.

  Delaney obediently walked over towards him. He reached up and grabbed her, placing her on his lap. He softly kissed her neck while grabbing two hands full of her plump ass cheeks. Her panties were wet within seconds. Tyson raised her arms above her head to remove the tank top from her body. He placed one of her firm chocolate nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on it, causing Delaney to moan in pleasure. She rested her hands on his shoulders and threw her head back, allowing him to feast on her breasts.

  She reached down and unbuckled his jeans, pulling his dick out of his boxers. Delaney stood up and got down on her knees. She placed her hand on the base of his thick member then swirled her tongue around the head before taking him all the way inside of her hot mouth. Tyson’s head fell back on the sofa as she went to work on his dick.

  “Yes, bae, damn that shit feel good, ma,” he moaned, grabbing a handful of her hair. She was bobbing and weaving like she was fighting for her life in the boxing ring.

  “Com’ere, bae, shit I need to feel you,” he said.

  Delaney sucked his dick hard one last time before letting it pop loudly out of her mouth. “Daaammn,” he yelled out. She stood and removed her panties before climbing on top of his rock hard wood. She moaned out as she slid her wet throbbing pussy down on his thick meat. Delaney started to wind her waist, riding him slowly with no hands. Tyson gripped her waist while she worked the middle. Her tight pussy felt just like her mouth, the way she was contracting her muscles tightly around his dick.

  “Oooohhh shiiiiit, bae,” she moaned, bouncing harder as she rode him into oblivion.

  Tyson knew her body well enough to know when she was about to come. “Cum on this dick, bae,” he groaned, pumping harder into her creamy center.

  “Yes, bae, I’m cuuuummmiiinng,” she yelled out, releasing her stickiness all over his chocolate stick. Tyson picked up the pace, thrusting deeply, filling her hot love hole with his liquid goodness.

  Delaney fell forward on his chest and rested her head. Tyson rubbed her back until her orgasm subsided.

  “Bae, don’t you think you should go check on the roast before it burns,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. Delaney wanted to cuss his ass out, but she didn’t have the energy at this point.

  “Really, Ty?” She playfully smacked him upside the head before getting up.

  “What?”

  Delaney rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen to check on the roast. After taking a hot shower, she fixed both of their plates. Once they finished eating, Delaney started clearing the table.

  “Bae, I can clean up the kitchen.” Tyson offered. He loved a woman that took care of her man, but he wasn’t above helping a woman around the house. His mother had taught him well, she would tell him he should want a woman,
and not need a woman. He was fully capable of taking care of himself. But it felt good to have a woman who knew how to cook and keep a clean house.

  “Nah, I got it.” She smiled. Delaney loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the counters before joining Tyson on the sofa.

  She lay back on his chest, while he flipped through channels trying to find something they both wanted to watch.

  Ding dong, ding dong, the doorbell chimed.

  “Are you expecting anyone,” she asked Tyson.

  “Nah,” he replied, continuing to flip through the channels on the television. Delaney hopped up off the sofa and went to answer the door.

  She was not prepared for what she saw standing at the door.

  “Hello, may I help you?” she asked the very pregnant female.

  The female looked Delaney up and down, “Uhhhh, I’m looking for Tyson,” she said, glaring at Delaney.

  “And who may I say is asking?” She fired back.

  “You can tell him that his pregnant girlfriend is at the doe,” she replied, rolling her eyes. Ashanti just knew this nigga didn’t have no bitch living up in here already.

  “What!” Delaney said, as she stood stunned and in disbelief. Her heart fell out of her chest and lay crushed on the floor. She was in total shock.

  “Bae, who’s at the door?” Tyson said, walking up behind her. He damn near fainted when he saw Ashanti standing there glaring at him with her hands on her hips. “Ooh shit! Ashanti?” was all he could say when he glanced down and saw her oversized belly.

  Tyson looked at Delaney then back at Ashanti. “Tyson, why haven’t you been answering my calls?” Ashanti yelled and pushed her way inside.

  Delaney snapped out of her trance when she heard the female’s voice. “Somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on here right muthafuckin now!” she yelled.

  “My name is Ashanti, the pregnant girlfriend who his ass has been ignoring,” she said, rolling her eyes at Tyson. Ashanti knew that she was no longer his girl, but since she was carrying his baby she felt had rights to him.