I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

Thanksgiving

"What should I wear, babe?" Justin yells from his enormous closet," I want to make a great impression," he pokes his head out while I do my hair.

It's been a month now, and I am so in love with this man. One of the best relationships I've ever been in. He caters to my every need like no other man has ever done.

I ask him all the time, "are you my spirit animal?" because he just gets me.

For us to be so different, we are so alike in so many ways. We compliment each other. He means so much to me and I never imagined feeling this damn happy; it's exhilarating.

I also like his new haircut. Even though I miss pulling on his long hair, his haircut makes him look sexier. 

He left the top a little long, so I can still tug on it, but he no longer has the hangtime in the back, and I kind of miss it.

"Babe, you look good in everything you wear without even trying," I respond, looking back at him.

"I do, don't I?" He brings his hand to his chin, looking up as if he is pondering on it.

"You're so damn cocky." I turn around, giggling, finishing up my hair.

"I caught your attention with all this cockiness, didn't I?" he calls from the closet.

"Whatever, I didn't give you the time of day. You pretty much had to stalk me!" I yell back at him.

He steps up behind me, buttoning up the black collared shirt that makes him look so damn good.

"I did stalk you, and I will do it all over again, just to look into those pretty brown eyes of yours, every day, for the rest of my life." He kisses my neck, wrapping his arms around me, squeezing me tight as he gazes at me through the long-drawn bathroom mirror.

I turn around to face him, and his green eyes pierce down at me. "I'm glad you stalked me," I look deep into his eyes, and he smiles down, showing off his pearly white teeth and that damn dimple that still gives me goosebumps.

"Me too," he smiles, still gazing into my eyes.

Desperate to taste his lips, I palm his face abruptly pressing my lips to his, and he pulls me in close, tightening his grip around me.

He grabs hold of my thighs, lifting me onto the bathroom counter and my legs instantly wrap around him like a pretzel.

Justin grabs hold of my face as I hold him tight. He sucks and tugs on my bottom lip.

"Damn baby, I want you so bad." He breathes against my lips.

"Mmm, not as bad as I want you," I moan.

I weave my hands through the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer to me as his muscular body brushes against mine, kindling my fire.

We breathe heavily as our kiss intensifies from our aggressive foreplay.

As of lately, it seems like we are incapable of keeping our hands off of each other.

We've been acting like raging teenagers. Our hormones are on a hundred, but it's so fresh and exciting.

Is this what real love is? Is this what I've been waiting for?

While our lips mingle together, Justin clasps my thigh, driving his hand up to my sweet pussy.

My lips stay glued to his as he directs his fingers up my panties, running them tenderly athwart my pulsating clit.

I moan against his lips, pulling his bottom lip in between my teeth before my head falls back, and he immediately brings his lips to my neck, sucking on it as he plays with my pussy through my panties.