"Oh, you mind as well get comfy because I ain't finished with you," Scott told me.
"Imma make you regret your choices in the past, show you what you've been missing."
He was intent on reminding me why I should've never overlooked black men, shaming me once more at his place while downing wine and listening to old school rhythm and blues. He wanted to continue to chide me for not expanding my color lens when it came to my preference of bedmates while we sipped his best vino.
"You gotta let it go," I told him. "You want me gone, just make it clear and I'm outta here."
"Your sexy ass ain't going nowhere," he told me as he mentioned he'd run us a bath.
The wine might've got to him early as were inside his ranch style home, a delicate domicile with its shiny floors, and memorabilia of him in his earlier years posted on the walls alongside family photos. We sat his dining room reflecting off the day, and what would happen in the morning.
"Figure I'd take you to a nice breakfast spot in Virginia Beach, perhaps rehook to the boat and go our again," he said to me.
Besides his constant ranting of my sexual past, I could get used to Scott as he was spoiling me, and not just through wine, but his motivation to want to be better. His speech on the boat prior to him fucking my throat made sense as at 41, with all the money that's passed through my hands and the opportunities I've had, I should've been living a more comfortable life. A small part of me saw myself as Scott's partner, but then thought was awash by me remembering he enjoyed being single, so I put myself back into the moment and nodded at the thought of going to breakfast.
"This was perseverance, sacrifices, and most important, good naturedness gets you. The options to do what you want," he said before sipping.
I just had to accept Scott as one of my true friends at this point, taking what I could get from this man as he was good for me. He was good people, and of course I enjoyed sucking his dick in that odd spot for I got the chance to experience his behind-closed-doors assertive side.
"You had enough," he asked, as I finished my glass of wine.
He poured me one quarter of what I had at first when I hinted for seconds, and he'd just wash down his one glass before he asked if I was ready for a bath.
"It's all about you now," he said as he stood up.
I handed him my glass once I finished, and he'd dispose of it properly before leading me to his bedroom. We laid on his bed watching television, with me laying flat with my head on a pillow while he rested on my waist.
"What you thinking," he asked.
"Nothing, just enjoying the moment," I told him.
"You ready for that bath," he asked as he ran his fingers across my inner thighs.
"You ready to take your clothes off," he asked.
We'd raise up and head to his massive bathroom, we'd undress, and he turned on the warm water before he dropped a eucalyptus fragranced liquid in the tub.
"Tub can fit four people," he said as he had a large shower booth opposite the tub in which he was accurately speaking of.
He climbed in first as it filled up, then smiled at me and invited me in. I'd sit between his legs as he massaged my shoulders, then my upper back while I felt his hard dick poking me in the rear.
"That dick hard, huh, I asked.
He laughed, and pledged he wouldn't do anything naughty in the tub despite his subsequent sensual scrubbing. He had a rag, sponge and special African black soap he used that felt magical against my skin when he cleaned me, as he stroked my back and my front, starting from my chin and managing to get between my legs from behind.
"Guess I should pay the most attention here to clean," he said as his hands ventured on my inner thighs, and I'd raise them for his leverage.
He scoured my thighs, then my balls, then upward to where he was outright stroking me underwater.
"Gotta keep that clean, right," he asked sarcastically.
This man was giving me a mild handjob while I gripped the tub and the adjacent soap dish.
"Scott, don't make me cum right now," I told him as he was breathing on my neck while fondling me.
"I'm just scrubbing you, baby," he whispered before nibbling on my right ear, and I would swat his hand away for I was close.
He chuckled before he kissed my ear, then allowed his tongue to circle around my ear lobe.
"Get on all fours and lean forward," he said as he spread my cheeks to cleanse there, and examining my hole before he plugged it with a pointer finger.
