She really needed to stop saying dirty shit like that, or I was gonna lose it, but I never got tired of hearing it. Her cries filled the room, driving me insane.
"You like that?" I pumped my hips harder into hers, and we crashed together. The sound of our skin slapping together was punctuated by Lisa's high-pitched squeals and my grunts.
"Yes, oh God, yes," she screamed and dug her nails deeper into my shoulders, where she was gripping me as I drove into her.
“I love you, Lisa.”
I pulled away so I could look at her while we made love. Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. The soft flesh of her belly rippled from the force of my thrusts. Her breasts bounced as I pumped in and out of her. I bent down and sucked one of her dark brown nipples into my mouth, gently pressing my teeth into the pebbled bud.
"I love you. I love you too."
I pressed my mouth to hers, just as Lisa began to shudder beneath me. Two more strokes and I was right behind her, gritting my teeth and growling. I collapsed on top of her and rolled onto my side.
After a few deep breaths, I climbed out of bed and scooped Lisa into my arms.
“Where are we going?”
"The shower. If I don't go now, I'll be too tired to do it later, and you're coming with me because I don't want to let you out of my sight until we're back in New York." I kissed her forehead. It was slick and sweaty with strands of her glossy chestnut hair stuck to it.
“Grab a condom and the bottle of lube,” she whispered in my ear. “Just in case.”
I raised my eyebrows at her and smiled.
I didn't lether out of my sight until we landed in New York four days later. We didn't have sex again once we were reunited with CJ, but there were a lot of late-night make-out sessions and stolen kisses. Still, I was eager to get her home and to my bed.
Our daily routine was the same, but everything changed between us. When I got home from work, she still filled me in on her and CJ's day, but she was usually naked and massaging my scalp after we'd made love. She handed me my morning coffee with deep lingering kisses. I'd ride the train on the way to the office daydreaming about her riding my dick and finding any excuse to bring my fingers in sniffing distance, so I could inhale her lingering scent. The cute videos of her adventures with CJ kept coming, but they were accompanied by the dozens of text messages Lisa and I would send to each other every few minutes.
I worked faster so I could get home to her and CJ sooner. I worked harder, so my bosses wouldn't suspect my focus was shifted. Smith even had the nerve to commend me on my job performance. I left the office every day at seven, no matter what. Whatever was left undone came home with me and got finished after Lisa fell asleep. I was exhausted but happy, and I wondered if this is what my dad was trying to explain to me months ago when he told me work didn't mean anything without someone to share it with.
"Favorite food and why?"I asked Lisa as I snaked my arm around her waist to pull her close to me and planted a kiss on her nose. We were tangled in my sheets on the floor at the foot of my bed.
"I think you know that one. Abuelita Ana's asopao de pollo, and you know why now that you've tried it for yourself. What about you?"
“You’re gonna laugh.”
“Probably.” She smiled. “But tell me anyway.” She drew lazy circles around one of my nipples with her fingernail.
“Fruity Pebbles.”
"The cereal?" She gave me an incredulous look, but she didn't laugh.
“Yup.”
“Okay. Why?”
"Crystal didn't always have a lot of money. Sometimes we'd be doing really good, but it was always short-lived. But the only thing she would never compromise was Fruity Pebbles cereal because she knew I liked it. When we were doing good, I ate it with milk. When we were doing bad, I ate it with water. But I always had it. When I started staying with my family, my mom made sure there was always a box in the cupboard. She never mentioned it or made a big deal about it. It was just something I could always count on."
“Is that why Kimberly calls you Fruity Pebbles?”
I laughed. “Yeah. That and when I ran away from Missouri, I hid in her closet for a week. Fruity Pebbles got us busted.”
“A week?” she asked. “How is that possible?”
"Crystal’s relatives never reported me missing, and my parents had a strict rule that the cleaning staff was never allowed to go in our bedrooms. For a couple of ten-year-olds, it was a pretty ingenious plan." I laughed, and Lisa joined me.
"How did you get caught?"
"My mom figured it out. When everyone went to work and school, I would sneak into the kitchen and eat the Fruity Pebbles she kept in the pantry. She noticed after a week, and Kimberly said she was eating them because she missed me so much."
