She cleared her throat and replied, “Me.” It came out as a whisper, but I heard it like she shouted it through a bullhorn.
“You gon’ stop me?” The skepticism in my tone put a rod in her spine. I was too afraid to hope she was finally coming to her senses.
“Yes, I am.” The assurance in her tone caused my head to tilt to one side.
Finally, I wanted to fucking shout. I studied her for a minute, then walked slowly toward her until I towered over her. She looked nervous. Meanwhile her scent brought me even closer.
“How’s that?” I quizzed lowly.
She blinked up at me, and whispered, “I love you.”
I swear, the room must’ve picked itself up and rotated a few times. That was how monumental this shit felt. It knocked the wind out of me.
“So, you love me now?” It sounded crazy to my own ears.
“Yes,” she emphasized as her eyes swelled. “I can’t give you what you want, Antonias. But I love you, and I don’t want to see you with anyone else.”
“What is it you think I want from you?”
“Ever since I’ve known you, you stressed how much you wanted kids one day. My body can’t give you that.” She choked out the last part.
“As the nigga who stood over ya body praying to simply save you, please don’t stand here and insult me. Everything that happened on that table needed to happen in order to saveyou. So, I’ma ask you again. What is it you think I want from you, Bianca?”
Without hesitation, she breathed, “My heart.”
“Ya lips are sayin’ what I need ya heart to believe.”
“It does believe it.”
“Then, why the fuck are you so afraid of us, my baby?”
“Because you’re the only man I’ve ever loved, and I don’t want the opportunity to think forever with you is just a fairytale.”
Pulling her towel-covered body to me, I relished in the way her breath stopped short in her throat. “I happen to like fairytales, Bee.”
In the next breath, my lips were on hers. She wasted no time showing me just how intoxicating she could be. Opening her mouth for me, she took my tongue and wrote her name all over it. Shit, I wrote my name all over her shit too.
I was doing good with keeping it cool until her arms circled my neck. Then, she rubbed her body against mine and felt how hard my dick was. She gasped in my mouth. I grabbed a handful of her ass and held her to my length.
“Mm, hm,” I teased while dropping kissing over her cheeks and down her neck. “What you gon’ do wit’ all this, Bee?” She shuddered against me as her towel fell away, exposing her again. “If ya body was ready, I’d stretch you out on that bed and show you what I can do wit’ it, baby.” Settling for picking up her naked body and placing her on the dresser, I trailed my tongue from her neck to her waiting hard nipples.
My tongue left a trail of saliva down her skin; I was so fucking thirsty to taste her. When my tongue touched her right nipple, she gasped and groaned loudly. As I teased and sucked her, she held my head for support with one hand and used the otherto skim down my chest. I was still fully clothed, but when her hand touched the crotch of my tuxedo pants to feel the length of me, I nearly came undone. Her eyes said everything I wanted to fulfill. Switching to her other nipple, I groaned deeply when she propped one of her legs over my shoulder. I had to have her, so I dropped to my knees to satisfy us both. My dick was hard as fuck, and my mouth was begging to have a taste.
The doorbell rang, crashing through our moment. Disregarding it, I kissed her inner thighs as her hands clutched my hair.
“Ya pussy smells so fuckin’ good,” I mumbled against her netherlips and skimmed my tongue over her delicate flesh.
She whimpered and shivered as I groaned in pleasure. Her abdomen caved in as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Tasting this pussy for the first time was worth every sleepless night her ass put me through. No matter how quickly my tongue worked, and I slurped, she was making a mess on the dresser. I wasn’t about to stop until she was depleted. I snagged her hard ass clit and settled in while I made love to her shit.
Her thighs shook uncontrollably, and my dick strained for release the same way her clit did. Seconds later, she cried out, and her eyes stretched. Her body convulsed and coated my tongue. I drank all of her, and I mean everything. As she trembled and cried softly, tears leaked from her eyes.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and kissed back up her body until my face hovered over hers.
“Open ya eyes, Bee.”
As she panted for breath, she peaked at me under her wet lashes.
“It’s ‘til death, baby,” I told her. If she thought she was ever sliding out of my life, she had another thing coming.
