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Adam sighed. “I gotta take the first ferry out tomorrow, to make a flight from Savannah to Atlanta, then…”
“I’m cold,” I interrupted, unlocking his arms from my waist.
I brushed away his attempt to keep me in his embrace and walked back to bed. A huff of air escaped my lips as I plopped down on the mattress. I wrestled the sheet over me. The cotton cocoon formed was my wall of anger against the world, and now to Adam, who was leaving. His travel details were too much for me to take. Suddenly, I felt weak, uncharacteristic of my usual nature. I was a feisty Geechee girl, who usually didn’t hold her tongue. Bold in nature, I was told. When it came to Adam, though, I was a lamb. He knew my insecurities. Whenever there was fear inside of me, he would get to the heart of the matter.
I waited for him to come over, as I set my eyes to the sunrise peeking through the curtains of our bedroom window. Dawn was steadily pushing through the night, another dayclean crowning its way over the island.
Adam slowly came to my bedside, kneeling beside me. He slowly peeled away the bed sheet with one hand, while he pulled down his pajama pants with the other. His engorged member was ready to take action. It was time to forget about life, laboring in our minds. I took him in my hand, adept at stroking his entire shaft to ultimate stiffness, while he unbuttoned my gown.
“Damn, baby, keep workin’ me like that,” he moaned as he moved on top of me.
We had foreplay down to a science. He knew what I needed, and I knew how to serve him, unselfishly. For the first time, since that phone call from Vietnam, smiles covered our faces. Fear would not win over our love.
Adam was the security blanket that covered me. His dark chocolate skin blended with the butter-cream color of mine. He tenderly kissed my forehead. The sincerity of his eyes stayed with me as his hot tongue licked the middle of my cleavage line. He then focused on my breasts, drawing one slowly into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue circling my areola made me call out his name. I brought my legs up, spreading them wide to allow Adam to do as he pleased. I was captive to his touch. Whatever he wanted, I gladly gave him access to get it.
Adam teased my private place. I loved the feel of his tongue on my sensitive petal of pleasure, which was swelling underneath soft curls. He licked up and down my dark triangle, with intense strokes that made me squirm beneath him. My legs clamped the sides of his head, locking his face on me.
“Adam, baby, you gonna make me cum too soon; you keep doin’ what you’re doin’,” I moaned.
“Let it flow, sweetheart,” he said. “You know I love when you make it rain. Make it rain, Jasmine.”
His tongue entered my hole, probing the spot that would send me off the edge.
“Ooh,” I cried, my legs shaking from my orgasm.
“I pray I’ll be home to see my baby come out of this beautiful pussy,” he moaned. “Open up for me, Jasmine. I want every ounce of this sweet stuff covering me. Give me something to dream about while I’m away.”
My hands held the top of his head firm, as my fingers feathered through the silky black curls of his cropped afro. I wanted him to enter me. I put my hands under his arms, and gestured for him to come up. He gave me a seductive glance as he followed the commands of touch.
“Give it to me now,” I said, my voice quivering. Adam cradled my thighs as he penetrated me.
“Jasmine, you’re making me weak,” he moaned in my ear as his thrusts became more intense. “I love you so much.”
He pumped me steadily to the brink of gratification. Each crash of our pelvises, louder than before. My juices were plentiful from the pregnancy, and the induction of passion.
“Baby, I’m about to flood you.” Sweat scattered down Adam’s forehead as he looked at me.
I battled my own rhythmic release. “Adam, not yet. No…!” I cried out to him, clenching my eyes shut. I pulled my legs down from the edge of his shoulders, resting them on the bed.
“Jasmine, you all right? Look at me.” He changed his pace to a slow grind, mindful of the tears streaming down my face. “Tell me you’re okay, baby.”
I couldn’t tell him that. “Don’t stop.”
“Was I going too deep?”
“No, Adam. I just don’t want it to end.”
“Me neither, baby,” he said, gripping the fullness of my ass. “Fuck, this feels good,” he moaned, pumping me harder.
His shallow breaths were warm against my earlobe, heightening my satisfaction. Adam enjoyed the way my muscles contracted around his dick. The same muscles making me feel good now, would inevitably cause me pain five months from now, when I’d push our child into the world. A day, I painfully felt in my heart, Adam would miss.
He plunged into my softness, calling out my name when he came. His upper body collapsed onto me. I exhaled as I held him close. Why would this war separate us now? I thought. Things were going so well. We were happy together, which was something most couples couldn’t say, honestly.
My soul was stubborn, but I believed through faith, my uncertainty about Adam’s safety would settle. He’d go to Vietnam, and do great things, as always. He’d come back home and love me, like he never left…and we’d be fine. I prayed that was the right conclusion, because I wasn’t accepting anything else.
PERFECT TO ME
When I awakened, Adam was staring at me, just as I remembered before I drifted to sleep. Folks of Sapelo had given Adam a shrimp boil the night before. Our neighbor Winston let us use his store for the festivities. We ate shrimp and roast beef, then danced to Marvin Gaye until midnight. By the time we got home, I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was make love to my man, and rest in the shelter of his arms. Now, I had to face the fact that tomorrow was today. The dayclean I usually welcomed was suddenly intruding on me, like a thief stealing precious gems.
