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“Kissing me like you want this dick.”
“I do.”
“And I’ll give it to you… later.”
“Mhm,” I agreed, as if I really had a choice.
When he opened the second guest bedroom, a woman and older gentleman were inside. They made quick introductions, and I found out the man was a jeweler. The young lady was his assistant. My eyes watered when Mecca told me he wanted me to pick out my engagement and wedding rings for the future. I knew he was serious about us getting married but making plans like this made it even more real. We hadn’t confessed our love for each other yet and I wasn’t sure when those words would come, but Mecca was showing me his love every day in ways that made me thank God he used Violet and this case to bring us back together.
With blurry eyes, I looked over the rings. I had to shed a few tears to see clearly. When I could, I selected my choices—a ten-carat pear-shaped engagement ring that I’d give to my son for his wife or the young man who asked for my daughter’s hand in marriage when the time came, and a ten-and-a-half-carat radiant cut platinum diamond band for my wedding and forever ring. The young lady removed my choices and wrote him a receipt for both. I tried not to clock him for the price, but I was too curious not to peek. My eyes widened at the sight of two hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars for both.
Wetness immediately pooled in my center. It wasn’t lost on me that Mecca had wealth but watching him drop such a large amount of money so casually turned me on. It also deepened my trust in his ability to provide for our family.
“That’s it, right?” I asked as we watched the pair walk to a black Tesla.
Mecca chuckled as he squeezed my ass. “Why?”
“I’m ready to show you how much I appreciate you.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
I kicked the door closed and pressed his body into the wall. He released a cocky chuckle as I pulled his dick out of his boxers and pants. I went to work giving him the slow, sloppy head I learned quickly that he loved. Spitting on his head, I locked eyes with him as he groaned and palmed the back of my head. He moved his hips, fucking my mouth as I took every inch of him that I could down my throat. Gagging with watery eyes and all, I didn’t stop until his cum was shooting down my throat.
“Fuck!” he roared, trying to push me away, but I held him by the back of his thighs and didn’t let up until he was done cumming. I could listen to his moans and hums for hours. “Get up, bae,” he urged, voice just above a whisper as he helped me stand. He wasted no time picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom. After undressing me, Mecca placed me in the center of his bed.
He made his way between my legs, running his nose between my folds as he moaned. The gesture alone had me on the verge of cumming. When he started to feast on my pussy, I thought I was literally about to die. Mecca’s mouth was dizzying—his dick… paralyzing. He made me cum effortlessly with his tongue and lips alone before sliding two fingers inside of me, pleasuring me until I came again.
“If you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to take that dick,” I warned. When he continued to lick and suck my clit and I felt that warmth pool up at my core, I released sizzling breaths as I tried to push him away. “Mecca!” I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. “Ohmygod,” I slurred as my back arched before I came a third time.
This time, he released me.
I could barely breathe as he made his way inside of me while he said, “I love to watch you cum. I love the taste of you, pleasing you, having your pussy on my tongue.”
Between his declaration and the feel of him stretching my walls, I was about to cum all over again. His strokes were long and medium-paced as he pushed my knees into the bed. My nails clawed into his arms as I watched him fuck me. He was the sexiest man alive to me, and I let him know that. Sweet sentiments slipped from his lips, but the compliment about me having the best pussy he’d ever had was the one that sent me over the edge. Every time I came, he did, and to me… that was power.
Game nights would be interesting for Shalom and me to say the least. She loved the Eagles, which I could respect. My favorite team was the 49ers. I took her to our first Titans game yesterday and seeing her in that element was a turn-on. Today, we had lunch and got cross-faded at Buds and Brews after spending the morning at the farmers’ market. I could admit I didn’t come to Nashville often because I didn’t think it would be fun, but experiencing it with her gave me a different perspective on the city.
Now that we’d taken a nap and sobered up, we were going to grab dinner before attending a music festival that was being held at our hotel.
“This is nice,” Shalom said as we walked hand in hand out of the hotel to my BMW x1.
“What’s that?” I asked, checking the time on my phone and ignoring the notifications that were waiting for me.
“This. Us.”
“Yeah, I like this new normal. I know you want us to date and take our time, but I’m locked in, and I hope you believe that.”
Before I could open the door for her, she stepped in front of it. I loved when she did that—showed me what she wanted without shame. Pressing her body against the car, I kissed her as she smiled.
“I do believe that, and I want us to have our happily ever after this time. But you’re right, I do want us to take this slow. I mean… you haven’t even told me you love me. And I’m not saying you have to; I just want us to really get to know the adult versions of ourselves.”
Amusement kept me from responding immediately as I stared into her dark, slanted eyes. Licking my lips, I pressed my body into hers. I took hold of her neck and tilted her head to ensure she looked into my eyes.
“Baby, I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” She tried to lower her head, which I expected, so I tightened my grip around her neck. Fluttering eyes stared at me as she moaned and bit down on her bottom lip. “I loved the teenage version of you, and I love the adult version of you too. We’ve changed, but your heart and character are still the same. We have the rest of our lives to shed our skin and change together… over and over again. But the one thing that will always remain the same is my love for you. So, I love you, Shalom. I’m in love with you. I always have been, and I always will be.”
“I’m in love with you too, Mecca. I love who you are, not what you do or what you have, that’s why there has never been a replacement for you. God…” Her eyes watered as she laughed quietly, looking toward the sky. “I hate that we spent so much time thinking a lie, but I’m so happy our paths led us back to one another. I love you so much, love. Thank you for having the courage to try again.”
Cupping her cheeks, I lowered my lips to hers. We stood there, kissing and inhaling each other’s exhales, until the sun went down. Our laughs were in sync as I opened the door for her to get in. It was easy to get lost in Shalom. I could say it was because time had passed and we needed to get used to being with each other again, but I knew in my heart things would always be like this between us. That’s the kind of love we had—one that was calm and peaceful yet exciting and deep and passionate and intense. I wouldn’t change it or her for anything in this world.
