Free Unexpected Interruptions by Trice Hickman

and had brought her red silk baby-doll and matching thong . . . just in case.
    That night they held hands in their seats at the tightly packed Constitution Hall, swaying to the rhythm as Maxwell crooned with passion. After returning home, Steven put on one of Luther’s lovemaking CDs to cap off the romantic evening. They kissed and caressed each other on his leather couch. Victoria was attracted to Steven like bees to honey and she could feel herself getting wet, slowly losing control. She knew she had to pull back. “I think I’m going to call it a night,” she said in between his sensual kisses.
    â€œBut, Victoria,” Steven whispered, his tongue gently grazing her earlobe, “the night’s still young.” His erection was growing harder by the minute.
    â€œI’m really tired from the early morning flight and all the running around we did before the concert. I had a great time though,” she said before withdrawing from his arms and walking back to the guest bedroom.
    After a few minutes, Steven gathered himself off the couch and headed back to his bedroom, disappointed at the thought of sleeping alone. He took off his shirt and was unzipping his pants when Victoria appeared. She stood in his doorway, draped in delicate red lingerie.
    â€œI, um . . . wanted to give you a proper good night kiss . . . if that’s all right with you?” she purred.
    He undressed her, pulled off his pants and brought her to his bed. He kissed her hard, sucking her nipples as he gently massaged the wetness between her legs, making her moan while his fingers sank deep inside her. He reached into the nightstand, retrieved a condom, slipped it on and entered her with a force that let her know he was hungry for her. She felt his breath, warm on her neck, drowning her in his seduction. He was going deep inside her and she could feel herself begin to dissolve and fizz like Alka-Seltzer in a glass of water.
    Steven leaned back until only the tip of his penis remained inside her. He pushed her knees to her shoulders, caressed her throbbing clit with his thumb, then slowly slid back inside with a pulsating rhythm. He moved his hips like a trained professional. Victoria knew this man was beyond good when she had her first orgasm within minutes. She’d been with her fair share of men, but none had ever made her feel the way Steven did. He rocked her until she was sore, yet wonderfully tender, and left her begging for more.
    Steven was affectionate, funny, and he spoiled her to no end. They saw each other as often as their busy schedules would allow. They were opposites in almost every way, but they made it work. She introduced him to things he would have never considered doing: watching foreign films and going to Broadway musicals. And she experienced new things with him: taking in her first professional heavyweight fight and snorkeling off the Florida Keys. Neither of them cared much for the other’s brand of entertainment, but it didn’t matter as long they were together.
    But by the end of the second year of their relationship, things had started to change. What began as an appreciation for each other’s differences had become a major source of their constant battles. She liked jazz and neo-soul, he liked hip-hop and rap. She liked candle-light dinners at home, he preferred trendy restaurants out on the town. But it wasn’t so much their differences that frustrated Victoria; it was Steven’s sudden inability to meet her halfway.
    â€œVictoria, he’s a weak ass brothah,” Tyler had told her after meeting Steven during one of his weekend visits. “He’s up to no good. He thinks he’s the shit with his designer clothes and expensive gifts; don’t be fooled by his sweet talk,” Tyler warned.
    Tyler’s opinion meant a lot to Victoria, and it bothered her that her best friend didn’t like her man. She thought Tyler was being overprotective as usual.