Doesn’t have to happen again.”Shamita brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. “I know,” she said, looking me straight in the e...e, “and it WAS fun, wasn’t it?”“You want the truth?” I asked. Shamita nodded.I knew I was going to tell her a little more than she was expecting, so I spoke quietly.“It was the best sex I’ve had in years. I would hate for you to feel bad about that moment we shared. The truth is, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The truth is….whenever I think. You hate it when I try to keep quiet, you always say that I should moan for you. A smile touches your lips and your mouth dives to the first nipple, teasing it with you tongue. You suck hard forcing a loud moan from my lips, my eyes fly open and you look at me with that seductive smile while you torture my other nipple, watching me gasping for air and moaning louder and longer.You told me that you will imprint yourself on my soul...You always say that I'm yours...You've learn't the secrets of. I wonder what it could mean - then I realize that in leaning over, my robe has gaped open. I have nothing on underneath it. I gasp and pull it quickly shut.Bradley bounds to his feet and head upstairs. I sigh in relief and sink into my chair, hop-ing that he didn't see too much.Bradley is my pride and joy. I am 30. I was 16 when I had Bradley, having gotten my-self in trouble with a black man. Bradley's skin is a very light brown, and his hair is smooth like mine. Quinn and I had married, but. "Sounded to me like you felt that connection pretty regularly."Oh man, Game Over. If this was Independence Day her little aliens would be blowing the shit out of my air force right now. And yet, she hadn't turned away. Her furrowed brows had relaxed and now she was wearing a look of amused disgust. I shrugged again and took a casual step forward. "I didn't realize you were listening." Whatever," she said, and I thought she was about to make her exit, but instead she let out a little laugh..