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“Fuck this,” she says, ripping the blindfold off and burrowing her hand in my hair.
“I was trying to tell a story, but you are too distracting, so I will give you the cliff notes version.” I snatch her up off the seat and carry her to the table, laying her on it before going over to grab the bowl of passionfruit coulis. “One day, I was cooking with my mother and tasted the food to see if it needed more seasoning, my mom asked me how it tasted, and I said like green. She laughed at first until she realized I was serious, ‘you mean it tastes like what you think green would taste?’ she asked, and I told her, ‘No, it tastes green’, she grabbed something else and had me taste it, ‘that tastes brown’ I told her. She called my dad in, and we went through the same thing all over again. They asked me how long this would happen, and I told them my whole life; I just didn’t know how to verbalize it. They took me to a doctor, but at that time I just sounded crazy. There wasn’t really a diagnosis for it. Once I got older, I learned it was a condition called synesthesia, where your senses kind of get crossed up. For me, I tasted colors when I ate,” I unbutton my shirt and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, causing her back to arch. I release her nipple with a pop, “you asked me why I started wearing orange all of a sudden,” I pull her to the edge of the table, grab her legs opening her wide, “I wear orange because,” I lean down and lick her from her ass to her clit, smacking my lips on her wetness. “You taste orange. Delicious,” I tell her before I suck one pussy lip in my mouth, sucking and nibbling before I switch, giving the other lip equal attention. I bit her clit gently, flicking it with my tongue. She is squirming all over the table as I tease her with my mouth and teeth.
“Oh my gosh, Jaa, stop teasing me! I need you, please!”
I suck her clit hard before releasing her luscious pussy, “you want to come on this dick or my face?”
“Can I have both?”
“You can have it all, baby, but I don’t think this table can take how I want to fuck you,” I help her up. She wraps her legs and arms around me as I pick her up and head to the bedroom. I don’t waste time with niceties. I have been on the edge all night, and my control is all but gone. I drop her on the bed, watching her bounce before settling down. I make short work of my shirt and pants before climbing between her thick thighs, diving into her hot tunnel. She grabs my hair in both hands, using the strands like a rein. I push two fingers inside her curling them as I suck on her clit hard, and just like I thought she would, she explodes all over my face immediately. Before she can come down from her orgasmic high, I slam inside of her, sending her straight into another orgasm.
“This one won’t be soft or gentle. It’ll be hard and fast.” I pull one leg up on my shoulder and the other flat on the mattress between my legs as I drive in and out of her wetness. “You feel so fucking good, Reka, so warm and wet wrapped around my dick. Can you feel me tapping on the back of this hot pussy, baby? Is it good to you? You’ve already cum twice, I need one more, baby.” I take her leg off my shoulder, pull out, and lay down on the bed beside her. “Come ride this dick, baby. Work for that nut.” If I thought she was going to be hesitant, I thought wrong. She was sliding down my dick before the words were out of my mouth. And just like the song said, she was throwing that ass in a circle. I play with her nipples, pulling them, plucking them, keeping her on the edge.
“Fuck, Jaa, you feel so fucking good. I can feel you so deep inside me.” Her moans and faces are so damn sexy.
“Look at you putting in that work. Work that dick, baby, ride me hard. she sits all the way up, cupping her tits, bringing one to her mouth to suck on her own nipple, and it’s too much for me. I flip us again, putting me back on top, putting her legs in the crook of my arms fucking her hard. I lay chest to chest with her, curling my arms under her shoulders, as I whisper to her, “Throw that pussy at me, baby, slide it up my cock as I drive into you. You want to cum Amoni?”
“Yes,” she stutters out. She is moaning, screaming, pulling my hair, digging her nails in my arms so hard she’s drawn blood.
“I like hearing your pleasure echoing off the walls, baby, but I have a question, and I need to hear the answer.” I angle my thrusts to hit her g-spot, knowing she will bust in a few seconds. “Focus Parker.”
“I’m trying,” one more thrust, and she is going to cum. “I can feel her fluttering around my cock head, so I know you’re going to cum soon, so answer me before you can’t talk. Marry me, Parker. I love you. Marry me.”
I push up hard and she explodes, and her scream is a clear “YES!” That yes sends me over the edge right behind her.
“Parker, was I too rough? Why are you crying?”
“You proposed to me, Jaa! I, I..” she burrows her face in my chest and cries. I reach down and fumble around, trying to find my pants and grabbing the ring box out of the pocket. “I meant what I asked, baby, and you said yes.” Grabbing her hand, I slide the twelve-carat orange princess-cut diamond onto her finger.
“Jaasiel, it’s gorgeous! I can’t believe this; I love you so much. I think I have loved you ever since you cooked for me. Your sisters said you loved me when I went to the spa day, but I thought they were just talking, I’m glad they were right, and I was wrong. Jaa, we’re getting married!”
Sixteen
It’s our last morning at the cabin, and we are soaking it all up, laying in each other’s arms in bed, talking about how the shit is going to hit the fan when we get back and our family is going to find out we are engaged. We considered eloping but did not want to deal with the fallout from both of our families.
“When I met you, there was something about you that I wanted to know more about, and even with all the things we have shared these past months, I somehow didn’t think it would end up with a proposal. I didn’t think I would ever get married again.” I know I need to have this conversation and want to do it while we are at this cabin. I feel him stiffen with that bomb drop, but he stays quiet, letting me talk. “I was best friends with this little girl when I was eight years old. She had a couple of brothers, but one, in particular, had a crush on me and would tell me I was going to be his wife. I would always tell him no and run off; to me, he was ugly, and there was no way I would ever be with him. Over the years, the girl and I lost touch since she lived in the inner city, and I lived in the suburbs; we just grew apart as we got older. One day I was in the city near her house and decided to stop by and see her, so I went by her house. Latoya, that was her name, was home, and I stayed for a few minutes talking to her and her mom. She told me her two older brothers had moved out of state, and her younger brother was out with friends. Then she told me her brother, the one who had a crush on me, was in town and was due there at any moment. She didn’t need to tell me twice. I grabbed my stuff, said bye to her mother, gave her a hug, exchanged phone numbers, and opened the door. On the other side was her brother getting ready to put his key in the lock.
The ugly little boy was gone, and in his place stood a good-looking man. Before long, Terrell and I were in a relationship, he was older than me, and I still hadn’t graduated high school. Once I was out of high school, he talked me into getting a job instead of going to college, and in less than a year, we were living together, and I was pregnant.” The hand that was rubbing my back goes still at the mention of me being pregnant, but I keep telling him about a part of my life I rarely talk about. I had a beautiful seven-pound eleven-ounce baby boy I named after my dad, and a week later, I turned nineteen.
My sister was my best friend, she gave me a baby shower, was in the delivery room, and helped me and Terrell decorate the nursery. She gave us rides to the doctor’s office and grocery store when my parents couldn’t. My parents wanted to help, but Terrell wanted to take care of us, so we were saving for a car, and in the meantime, we’d take the bus or cab, or we’d accept a ride. I can remember my sister Ananasi reading pregnancy books and trying to figure out if I was going to have to get shaved and cut when I went into labor. She read to me every night when I was little, she was my advocate when I was growing up, and she took me out with her on her dates. So, when I woke up well-rested one morning, I knew something was wrong, Terrell worked overnights, and the baby woke up several times during the night most nights, but when I woke up that morning, it wasn’t to a baby crying, but the sound of Terrell coming home. I rushed to the nursery.
When I touched him, he was so cold. I will never forget how he felt against my warm fingertips. We called 911, but it was too late; they pronounced him right there in his nursery. The medical examiner said it was SIDS, and there was nothing I could’ve done, but the guilt was overwhelming, not to mention Terrell telling me it was my fault. We moved out of that apartment immediately; I couldn’t stay there with all the memories. Terrell and I fell apart soon after, so I moved in with my sister. I drank a lot and did other destructive things until my mom showed up at my sister’s apartment and dragged me home with her.
It took a long time and a lot of therapy before I was close to the person I was before. I went to college and got my bachelor’s degree; I found a job that had nothing to do with my degree and fell in love with it. It was in marketing, but in order to get the job in marketing that I really wanted, I needed a master’s degree, so my sister encouraged me to re-enroll and get the degree.” I want to rush through the story, but I take my time so I can tell him the entire story.
“Terrell went through a rough patch after we lost our son too, only he didn’t have someone to pull him out of the dark like I did, and he ended up in prison. A minimum-security country club-style prison for robbery in the third degree. While he was there, he started writing me letters asking me to see him again. It had been years since we saw each other or even spoke to each other, so I ignored them, but he was persistent, and I eventually broke down and went to see him. That old spark was there even after everything, and just like last time, I was back in a relationship with him. When he asked me to marry him, I said yes. He had less than a year to be released, but he didn’t want to wait until he was released, so we were married at the prison, my sister was my matron of honor, and my mom threw me a small reception at the house. It didn’t take long to realize he had other women visiting him, sending him packages and giving him money. I told him that shit wasn’t going to fly with me, and him to reply he wasn’t going to change anything he was doing. We argued so much about it I stopped going to the prison to see him. I figured that the other women he was talking to could go up there and keep him company. I asked him for a divorce, but he refused, so I waited until he was released.”
“Go on, baby, get it all out,”
“He was released on a Friday, but I didn’t see him until the following Monday. I took him to see my family. We talked about what we were going to do about our marriage, and I told him I would honor my vows, or we could meet at the courthouse to file for divorce. He told me we’d take it one day at a time, I didn’t like that, but I didn’t push. By that Wednesday, he had ghosted me. I went by the halfway house, but he wasn’t there anymore. After a month or so, I still hadn’t heard from him. He never went back to the halfway house. A month later, my sister and parents encouraged me to file for divorce since it was obvious that he did not want to be married to me. I was picking up food for lunch one day when I ran into a family friend that remarked on seeing my sister and husband a couple of days ago and asked me if they had told me she said hi, since I didn’t want to look like a fool I lied and said they had, but the whole time I felt like someone kicked me in the gut. To try to shorten this long ass story, my sister and ex-husband are happily married to each other.
This is why I do not talk to my sister anymore. I really don’t care that he wanted to move on, but for my sister to get into a full-fledged relationship and marriage with a man I have known since I was eight years old, the first man I made love to, lived with, had a baby with, and married almost destroyed me.
I hadn’t seen them in years. I was so hurt. I never confronted either of them; I just went ahead and divorced him. The day my divorce was finalized, I met Andrew, and Black Diamond Acquisitions was born. Men and marriage had no place in my life anymore until I met you. Tell me, Jaa, does this change you proposing and wanting to marry me?”
“You know me better than that, baby. I am here to stay. I am so sorry you were hurt and betrayed like that by two people who should have protected you, but you have my family and me now to protect you and trust me, there is nothing we won’t do to protect what we love. Now let’s make one last memory in our little love shack before we have to go back to the real world.” And that is how I ended up getting fucked within an inch of my life and slept the entire way home.
Jaasiel
