She smirked at me, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs and to the master bedroom.
“Was this the room you were in?”
She shook her head. “No, he asked me to stay with him, but I didn’t, and when he was mad at me, he would put me in the other room.”
I walked outta that room and walked into the other room, looking at the low bed with just a fitted sheet and a throw blanket.
It had bags around the room, and I laughed.
“He was trying to buy you to get you to stay, huh?”
She laughed. “He did.”
I went to the top of the steps and looked down at him.
“Nigga, you went out bad…bad as hell.”
When I went back to my girl, she was sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
“I was getting scared,” she said softly. “I thought I wasn’t gonna get back to you.”
I took her by her soft hands and stood her up.
“Don’t ever think like that. I don’t care what the fuck life throws at us, I’ma always make it back to you.”
Islah looked up at me with those soft ass eyes that I missed, and I kissed her.
I pulled her into me, letting her feel the other part of me that missed her as I picked her up.
“He’s already mad, let’s make him madder,” Islah expressed.
I kissed her neck. “You thinkin’ like me, I like that.”
I placed her back on the bed, ripping off the clothes that she had on, and kissed all over her body, from her head to her damn toes. I kissed all over her, taking time to kiss my baby inside her.
As I stood back to slide my pants down, I couldn’t help but stare at her. I had my girl back. She was in my face. I could feel her. The nightmare was finally over.
My pants hit the floor, and I held my dick in my hand while she looked at it.
“I missed him.”
I smirked while stroking it. “He missed you, too, mamas.”
I climbed on top of her, slid in, and we both let out a moan.
“Babyyy…” she said softly.
I kissed her on her neck. “I’m ’bout to get you right. Hold on, I’ma get you right.”
I slid in and out of her, slowly listening to her moan, feeling all over her, tossing and turning all over the bed. I never made love before, but if I had to guess, this was it.
We took our time, kissing, laughing, teasing, telling each other how much we loved one another.
I finally felt complete.
After a while of that, I had to give my baby all of me. I gave her long, deep strokes, making her scream out my name, scratch my back, and ask me not to stop.
Like stopping was an option.
