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Mira thanked everyone and assured them her workers would be careful not to disturb the peace of the neighborhood after 5 p.m. She was applauded and praised for her contributions to the community, and the meeting came to an end.
Chapter Eleven
Mira
The dinner at Senator Jimm
y's house went well, and I met Ward's family, his uncles, aunties, and cousins. Ward was from a big family. I also met his many nieces and nephews. All of his family members were in politics except for Ward who seemed to be the black sheep of the family. I hadn't seen my parents since they divorced when I became an adult, and my brothers were scattered across the country except for my older brother, Brandon, who lived in NYC. I’d be lucky if I got a phone call from any of them, and I had stopped trying to keep in touch with them.
My brothers also had construction firms. I read about their success in the newspapers which confirmed that they were all doing fine. Seeing Ward with his family softened my heart. Carrying his little niece in my arms awakened a maternal feeling in me. Ward was less abrasive when he was around them. He wasn’t his usual domineering self, and I was civil with him. We were vibing, and it was effortless.
“Do you want to go to my place?” Ward asked as we were leaving his uncle’s house after being laden down with baby kisses, hugs, to-go plates, and a few bottles of imported wine.
Tomorrow would be Sunday, and Sundays were my free days.
“Yes, I want to go back to your place, but this will be on my terms this time,” I replied.
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a smile.
My heart hammered against my chest, and my palms suddenly felt clammy. Earlier that evening, I decided to shave my legs and arms. I told myself I wasn’t doing it because of Ward. Deep in my heart, I knew I was preparing myself for him.
When we arrived at Ward’s apartment, he poured us two glasses of wine. The wine calmed my nerves, but it also made me bold as I made the first move. I straddled him, took off his shirt and kissed his collarbones. I trailed my tongue along his throat, and he let out a raspy moan. He nibbled on my earlobes as he slipped his fingers into my hair.
We kissed passionately, and he lifted me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. I straddled him and pulled down his pants with his help. I slipped off my panties, pulled my dress up, and held it with my hands. He unbuckled my bra, and I pulled it up. Then, he just hovered over me, staring.
“You’re so beautiful, Mira. So fucking beautiful and delicious,” he said in a throaty voice that sent me reeling.
Words suspended in my throat, I wanted to tell him he was sexy and that I loved the sight of him. Instead, I poked his chest, poking the bear until he rolled off me and onto his back. I straddled him once again, took him inside me, and started to ride him as I braced my hands on his chest. He tried to hold me, but I shoved his hands away and kissed him on the lips. I felt my orgasm building up from the first stroke, and as it came to its peak, I rubbed my fingers on my clit to bring the ultimate pleasure. God, it felt so good. My eyes were closed, my lips slightly parted, and I was panting. He put his hand under my dress and touched my nipples, and I opened my eyes. I removed his hands and started to tweak my nipples with my other hand. He grabbed my waist and gently set me on the bed.
"What happened?" I asked startled by our disconnection. "You came already? Okay, I will take care of my own needs." Sure, I was a little disappointed, but I was used to it with men.
I pulled the covers over my body and pulled my dress up until it was bunched around my middle. I slipped two fingers into my dripping pussy and then caught Ward looking at me with a bewildered look on his face. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a sitting position.
"Mira… what are you doing?" he asked. "Lord! Is this how selfish your previous lovers have been? Is that what you call sex?"
"Hey, don't insult me," I said. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was really good, but the best part is always satisfying the one I’m with. I didn't get that satisfaction because you kept taking over as if you’re making love to yourself," he said.
"I’m satisfied, Ward," I replied, humping my shoulders.
"No, you aren’t, and it doesn't have to be that way, baby," he said. "This isn't a competition. No one has to be the champion here. But we do have to give each other all we have."
“Ward, I know it isn't a competition.” I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I reached for his shaft. “Can we start over?"
He put his hand on mine. "No, not this way," he said, trying to put me on my back, but I grabbed his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Trust me, Mira."
I relaxed, and he placed me on my back. He slowly took off my dress and bra, placing soft kisses on my skin. He kissed my stomach, my nipples, the insides of my thighs down to the sole of my feet and back up again. He placed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes.
"You are beautiful, Mira," he whispered. "Your body is perfect. Don't try to hide it."
"Ward, you are doing it again. Don’t make me feel..."
"Accept the compliment," he whispered softly.
