Free The Guilty Innocent by D N Simmons Page B

the ugly pattern. Fond memories surrounded everything about the apartment. I sat down in the chair and looked around the kitchen, crying freely. Xavier walked into the kitchen and kneeled down in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pick me up out of the chair easily and carried me to my bed, laying me down and climbing in beside me.
    “It's okay,” he whispered. “I know you miss her, you're suppose to miss her. Annette was one of a kind, I was fond of her as well.”
    “She didn't deserve this, Xavier. She was so caring, young and beautiful!” I sobbed.
    “No, she didn't deserve this. Nevertheless, there are many wonderful people who do not deserve the bad things that happen to them. Natasha, I know that you are a religious person...” He lifted my face so that our eyes could meet. “...If you truly believe in the infallibility of God, then consider Annette an angel who has been summonsed home. You'll miss her company, her vibrant personality, that was her physical form. You now have the real Annette and you always will, in here,” he said with the upmost sincerity as he pressed his hand gently over my heart.
    The tears began to pour. I could hear my own choking sobs deafening my ears as I held on to Xavier, my head pressed to his chest. What Xavier was saying was hitting home. I still felt a sadness for the loss of my best friend, but I was beginning to feel a strange peace at the thought of her resting in heaven. She wouldn't want unto be tormented by her death, she wouldn't want me depressed or unhappy.
    I felt the gentle touch of Xavier's strong hands caressing, me, I began to feel a stirring inside and goosebumps began to rise to the surface of my flesh. I raised my head and looked into the warm expression of Xavier's eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat. Xavier wiped away my tears with his thumbs as he smiled sweetly at me. I kissed his soft full lips, gently at first then more passionately. His lips parted as his tongue slid into my mouth. He was an excellent kisser, I could not help but wonder who I should credit for his skill. He shifted his position putting his body over mine, he broke our kiss and began to plant delicate pecks down the length of my neck sending tingles throughout my body. I could feel the heat rising in my body as his fingers began to undress me, removing my shirt, then my jeans tossing them to the side. He buried his face between my bosom, his strong hands began to remove my bra. I could feel his wet mouth on my left breast, the feeling was amazing. With each stroke of his tongue, I felt little exquisite tremors between my legs.
    His hardness brushed along my thigh as he massaged and suckled my breast causing me to gasp at the sensation.
    Xavier slowly slid down my body, licking along my skin, his fingers trailed downward tickling my flesh, causing me to giggle. He looked up at me and smiled, his grey eyes sparkling with excitement.
    “I see that you are ticklish,” he teased. “Maybe a little.”
    He smiled playfully, his eyes bright. He then lowered his head and began to suckle my flesh, his tongue darting out to lick my navel as his fingers pulled down the band of my white lace panties, slowly removing them and tossing them on the floor next to my clothes. He sat up on the bed then began to undress himself, I stopped him. Xavier smiled down at me as he lowered his arms. I looked up at him, never had I beheld a man so masculine, so powerful, yet so very gentle and patient. Slowly, I pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor next to my own pile of discarded clothing. His torso was beautiful, a light dusting of brown curly hair layered his chest then formed a thin trail over his flat, muscular stomach down to his crotch. I ran my fingers down the ripple of his abdomen until the tips of my fingers brushed the fabric of his jeans.
    “Do you like what you see?” Xavier asked in a soft and passionate voice.
    “Yes.” I replied, never taking my eyes from