Needing Solace

Five weeks after Katie was born, Elizabeth texted Antoine, asking if he could come over. He drove immediately over, closing the food truck early. Elizabeth was wearing a peach-colored negligee.

"Damn you look good," Antoine said, whistling softly. Elizabeth smiled wanly.

"I know I've kept you at arms length," she said slowly. "And I just wanted to say, I really appreciate your patience."

He fixed them some shecrab soup, and they shared a glass of wine. He let Elizabeth vent. She had to get all the poison out before she was ready. He stroked her hair as she cried against his chest.

"I mean ... was it my fault? By us doing what we did?" she asked, her body wracked with sobs.

"No, I think he was just a spoiled-ass bitch," Antoine said. "You can't redeem him, baby. You can't change the past. The question is, what is your future?" With that, he tilted her chin up. She melted against him as his mouth captured hers, their tongue dancing sa they sat on the couch. Her hand, now unadorned with a wedding band, slipped to his crotch.

"Mmm, I missed this," Elizabeth whispered, her eyes still wet.

"Me too, baby. I want to be your future," Antoine said seriously. Elizabeth's eyes widened. This was what she wanted to hear, as she unzipped his pants and tugged out his big black cock.

"Mmm, Antoine. Take me to bed, please," she said standing up. Her big black buck picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. She kicked her feet daintily as he placed her onto the bed. He undressed, his large, powerful frame enveloping her tiny, petite figure. He tugged her panties to the side. She'd let her pussy hair grow out over the past five weeks during her grieving, but it looked good, he thought as he slapped the head of his cock against her clit. She whimpered, then whined as he started sliding his long, fat fuckpole into her sodden pussy. Soon, the room was awash in whimpers, cries, Elizabeth's orgasms, and finally the black Bull seeding his prize. The two lovers looked at each other lovingly, both covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Stay with me, Antoine, please. From now on, this is what I want."