8. Major
She seemed hesitant, understandably so, but my gut told me she wanted us as much as I did. I patiently waited for her response, praying she loved me enough to try again.
“We have to take it slow,” she finally said.
“Slow? Meaning what? Give me an example.”
I needed to know exactly what she meant because I planned to bury my face between her thighs in about sixty seconds.
“Let’s keep it on the low. No public appearances as a couple or anything like that.”
“You trying to hide me from somebody?” I questioned, slightly offended.
“No, but I don’t want to end up on the blogs as your new arm candy, especially if this doesn’t work out.”
“I’m not sure why you would put that negativity into the atmosphere, but you can get that, . . . for now.”
“We still have a lot to figure out, and—”
“You got a lot to figure out. I know what and who I want. If the blogs happen to catch us out, we can let them speculate until you’re ready to stop hiding.”
I looked at my watch, and it was almost eleven thirty. I had plenty of time to eat her pussy before the chef arrived. I slid from the couch onto my knees, wedging myself between her legs. She looked confused until I pushed her sundress up her legs.
“Major—”
I cut her off by covering her mouth with mine. As I slipped my tongue into her eager mouth, my hands went to work below. I eased my hands between her legs, and my dick jerked when my fingers met the soaked crotch of her panties.
“Oh, you been waiting for this,” I mumbled against her lips, then resumed kissing her.
I applied some pressure to her pussy from outside her panties, rubbing my fingers up, down, and around. When she grabbed my wrist, urging me to press harder, I abandoned the action completely.
It was time to taste the sweet nectar I’d missed so much, and I pulled my mouth away from hers. She looked disappointed until I eased her panties over her hips. Without my asking, she lifted just enough for me to get them over her ass. I made quick work of removing them and tossing them behind me.
She’d been playing coy as if she didn’t know my face would end up here sooner rather than later, but her freshly waxed pussy with the thick strip down the middle said something very different.
“How bad do you want me to eat your pussy?” I whispered as I alternated kissing her inner thighs.
“You don’t hear her begging?”
I put my ear close to her center as if I was listening.
“I think I hear a little something, but so we don’t have any misunderstandings, why don’t you tell me how bad you want to feel my tongue sliding from your clit to the crack of your ass?”
“Baby, let me feel your tongue on my clit, between my lips, and deep down in my pussy.”
Her request forced me to adjust my dick before putting her legs on my shoulders and diving in. I flattened my tongue and prepared to devour her pussy.
“Oh shit!” she screamed.
Dynastie’s pussy was the only one I’d ever tasted, and that was years ago, so I was out of practice. I prayed it was like riding a bike because I certainly didn’t want to disappoint. I pushed away the intruding thoughts of another man pleasuring her this way and locked in.
The tip of my tongue circled around her clit before I sucked her nub into my mouth, enjoying how it felt against it. I angled my head to the left to slide my tongue between her inner and outer lips, relishing in the still familiar flavor that I’d missed so much.
“My G—Shit! This feels so good.”
I wanted to ask her how good it felt and if another man had ever made her feel as good as she did right now.
Instead, I locked in and ate her off the fucking bone.
When she came, it was vicious, making me look forward to later that night when my dick refamiliarized itself with the inside of her walls.
“Damn, I missed the taste of you.”
Her legs were locked around my neck, prohibiting me from moving, but it was cool because I was exactly where I wanted to be. I could hear and feel her labored breathing as her abdomen moved up and down against my head.
I could’ve fallen asleep right there, on my knees, between the coffee table and the couch, wedged between Dynastie’s legs. My dick throbbed as it rested against my stomach, and I would’ve loved to bust a nut deep into her womb, but that would have to wait until later.
The doorbell rang, startling us. Her legs fell from my shoulders, and she pushed me away from her with one hand, using the other to pull her dress down.
“Are you expecting company?” she asked in a panicked whisper.
I smiled as I stood and adjusted my dick. There was no hiding my dick print, so I pulled my T-shirt down to see if it would cover it, but it wasn’t long enough.
“Yeah!”
“Major! Don’t let them in. I need to clean myself up, and you probably got my pussy on your breath.”
I chuckled. “Chill, beautiful. It’s just the chef, and he’s at the side entrance that goes directly to the kitchen. I’ll be back to take your luggage upstairs and show you around.”
She didn’t look satisfied with my response, but she didn’t ask any more questions. After letting the chef inside, I returned to the living room to find that Dynastie had gotten her luggage from near the door and was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
“Can you hurry up so I can clean this mess up between my legs?”
I raised my brow, giving her a knowing look.
“I can take care of that if you want.”
“You’re the person who got me in this situation in the first place. I can’t believe I let you get that close to me so soon. I should’ve made you suffer much longer.”
“We’ve both suffered enough, so that would be silly considering how we feel about each other. Plus, you gon’ let me do a lot more tonight,” I said with a wink before grabbing the two largest suitcases and heading up the stairs.
She knew I’d get the rest of her belongings, so she left them at the bottom of the stairs. I had plenty of faults, but if nothing else, I treated the women in my life like queens and gave them the utmost respect.
I entered my bedroom and went to the spacious walk-in closet. It was very presumptuous of me to assume Dynastie would be okay with staying in my room, but unless she told me different, this was where she’d be.
“Is this the guest room?” she asked.
I exited the closet and watched as she looked in the bathroom, opened and closed a few drawers, then finally walked past me to look in the closet.
“You can call it whatever you want, but this is where you’re staying.”
“This definitely looks like your room, but your closet is only half full.”
“This is our room, and the other half of the closet is for you.”
She smacked her lips before saying, “Boy, you play too much. Why would you make room for my stuff in your closet, and what makes you think I want to sleep in here with you? There’s no telling how many women you’ve had in that bed.”
“I’m too grown to play with you, Lovie. My intention has always been to fix things with us, so the other side of that closet and half of the drawers have never been used.
As far as other women being in my bed, they’d have to get into my house first, and I don’t bring random women to the place where my daughter lays her head. ”
“What about her mother?”
“Her mother ain’t random, but she’s never seen my bedroom.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Why would I lie?” She shrugged but didn’t verbally respond. “Listen, if you want to sleep in the guest room, that’s cool, as long as you know I’ll be in there with you.”
“Major!”
“I’m serious as fuck. I’m not sure why you think we’re about to be in the same house after all this time but not be in the same bed.
If you still need to clean yourself up, everything you need is in the bathroom.
Lunch will be ready in an hour. I’m going to my office to make a few phone calls.
I won’t be long, and if you’re ready before the food is, I’ll give you a tour. If not, we can do it after we eat.”
She didn’t respond, so I left her to do what she needed to do. When I got to my office on the first floor, I sat behind my desk and picked up my business cell phone. I had several missed calls, so I selected the contact for the person who’d called me first, which was my accountant.
“Wassup, Kris?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to let you know the money you requested I deposit from your business account into Ms. Love’s business account has been transferred. I emailed you a copy of the transaction for your records.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate you taking care of that right away.”
“It wasn’t a problem. Let me know if there’s anything else you need me to do before our next monthly meeting.”
“Will do. Thanks again.”
The next person I called was my trainer. Fox and I were cool as hell, but during training, he kept our relationship strictly business. Although I thought of him as an uncle, and he thought of me as a nephew, he played no games when it came to ensuring I was prepared to get in the ring.
He had my personal number, but when I was training, he rarely used it.
He was very careful not to blur the lines because he said I wasn’t paying him to be my friend.
When I wasn’t training, our relationship was a lot more relaxed, and I appreciated how he turned his professionalism on and off as needed.
He didn’t want shit but to make sure I was ready to go at six o’clock tomorrow morning, and by ready to go, he meant having already run five miles.
After assuring him that I would be, I ended the call and moved on to the next person.
Thirty minutes later, I’d returned all the business-related calls and left my office.
Brax and Jrue had both called me on my personal phone to make sure Dynastie had made it okay and to see how things were going.
They had a front-row seat to my bullshit, and although she wasn’t a topic I cared to discuss with them, they’d been encouraging me for years to reach out in subtle, but not so subtle ways.
I sent them each a thumbs up, slipped my phone back into my pocket, then grabbed the rest of Dynastie’s luggage to take it upstairs. When I entered the room, I heard the shower running, and on the bed, I saw another sundress laid out.
The temptation to join her in the shower was strong, but before I succumbed, the shower stopped. I rolled her luggage into the closet, then sat on the edge of my bed, facing the bathroom. She walked out with the towel barely covering her frame, and my dick reacted immediately.
“If I’d known you were about to shower, I would’ve joined you,” I said with a smirk.
“You weren’t invited, so thank you for not intruding.”
“Don’t thank me, because you may have some company next time. Why’d you shower anyway? We’re just having lunch downstairs.”
“When we finish, I want to go see my parents and brother.”
“If I let you go, do—”
“If you let me go? Have I been kidnapped? Am I being held hostage?”
“You know damn well neither is the case. You can come and go as you please, but I want you to myself today.”
She was an arm’s length in front of me, and I grabbed the bottom of her towel, pulling her between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head on her stomach.
“Can you give me today?” I questioned when she didn’t respond.
“I see you’re still selfish.”
My hands went from her lower back down to her plump ass. I rubbed it a few times before squeezing.
“Damn, I missed this,” I admitted, getting lost in the feel of being close to her and feeling her up.
“You can have today, but tomorrow, I’m going to see my family. Now, let me go so I can get dressed.”
“You don’t need clothes, baby.”
She pushed away from me as she said, “I’ll meet you downstairs. I can see we won’t get much accomplished if you stay in here with me.”
“Oh, we can get a lot accomplished. C’mere and let me show you.”
“Out, Major.”
She held the top of the towel with one hand while pointing to the door with the other. I didn’t put up a fuss because I knew I’d be deep inside her later that night.