Chapter 18 Pressure Mensah #2
I walked into the bathroom, took off my clothes, turned the shower on and stepped under the water, lettin’ the heat roll over my shoulders.
I felt every bit of the last few days run off me.
When I got out, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and stared at myself in the mirror for a second.
My eyes looked tired, but at least I was home. That was all that mattered.
When I opened the door, the room filled with steam.
I cut the light off in the bathroom and walked out completely naked, my dick swingin’.
The lamp in the room threw that soft blue glow across the sheets, and for a second, I just stood there, lookin’ at Pluto.
She was still turned away from me, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep.
I knew her body too well. Her breathin’ changed when I walked out.
I walked over to the side of the bed and stood there, just takin’ her in. Everything I had been fightin’ for was right here in front of me.
“Stop actin’ mad, girl,” I said low, my voice close to her ear as I leaned down. “You know damn well I missed you.”
She ain’t say nothin’, but her shoulders moved, like she was fightin’ herself not to turn around. I smiled, that same grin that always got under her skin.
Then I walked around the bed, still wet from the shower, and yanked the covers right off her ass. I ain’t just pull them—I snatched them hoes clean off the bed.
Her gasp filled the room, and I could already see that fire in her eyes. She looked down at my dick and then back at me with that lil’ attitude she called herself havin’.
“Pressure, I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” She said it like she was for real, but I could see the love in her eyes.
My dick was already hard, so I gripped it, starin’ in her eyes. “But I’m in the mood to deal with you.”
I climbed in the bed but before I could get on top of her, she rolled on her side like she was tryna run from me.
“Bet,” I whispered, that word barely leavin’ my mouth before I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over on her stomach.
I slid my body over hers, lettin’ her feel the weight of how much I missed her.
My chest pressed against her back with my lips right by her ear.
She tried to push herself up, but I caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed, makin’ sure she couldn’t fight how she really felt.
Her skin was warm, her body soft beneath me, and even though she was still mad, I could feel her start to melt the second my breath hit her neck.
“Stop actin’ like you don’t want me,” I whispered against her ear. “You can be mad, but you still my baby.”
She let out this slow, shaky breath, and I felt her body loosen just a lil’, like she was tryin’ to stay strong, but her heart was already givin’ up the fight.
I kissed the back of her shoulder, slid my hand down the curve of her hip, and whispered, “You ain’t gotta pretend with me. I know exactly what you want.”
“Pressure, stop playin’ with me,” she said, her voice shakin’.
“I’m not playin’ baby. I missed you.” My voice was low when I said it, right by her ear, ‘cause I wanted her to know I meant every word. I had handled what I needed to handle, but I knew I should’ve told her everything. She had every right to be mad, and I had every reason to make it right.
I kissed the back of her neck, slow and soft, lettin’ my lips trail down until I heard her breathin’ change. Her body tensed up under me, but I could feel her gettin’ weak at the same time. I pushed her hair to the side and whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. You hear me?”
She ain’t say nothin’. She just turned her face into the pillow and tried to act like my apology didn’t hit her, but it did. I could feel it in the way her body reacted when I slid my hand between her legs and felt how wet she was.
“You hear me?” I whispered again. “I said I’m sorry.”
“Pressure,” she breathed out, tryna sound firm, but that shit came out like a moan.
I lined myself up behind her and slid my dick in slow. She gasped, her hands grippin’ the fitted sheet tight, and I felt that moment when her body gave up fightin’. Her breath shook, and she made that sound I been missin’ since I left.
I leaned forward, pressin’ my chest against her back, lettin’ her feel all this dick. I slid my fingers between hers, lacin’ our hands together before pressin’ them flat against the bed. My lips stayed on her neck, kissin’ her, and whisperin’ into her ear while I moved inside her.
“I missed you, baby. You know I did. I was thinkin’ about you the whole time.” My voice came out rough ‘cause the feel of her had me gone already.
Her body arched beneath me, and I felt her start to move against me. She was still tryna act like she ain’t want it, but her body was speakin’ louder than her words. I kissed the side of her face, whisperin’, “I love you, girl. You know that.”
She tried to shake her head, but her moans said different. The sound of her voice filled the room, and every time I went deeper, she made that soft noise that always made me lose it. Her skin felt hot and I could feel her tremblin’.
I held her tighter, pressin’ more of my weight on her, lettin’ her feel that closeness she been tryna avoid. I wanted her to know I wasn’t lettin’ her go, not after the way shit went down on the phone. I kissed her shoulder, her back, her neck, tellin’ her how sorry I was between every stroke.
“I know I should’ve told you, baby. I know I should’ve called.” My voice broke a lil’, and I ain’t care. “But I needed to handle that shit with Kay’Lo before it turned into somethin’ worse. I ain’t wanna bring that stress to you. I love you.”
She stayed quiet, but I could feel her tears. Her body softened under me, and she turned her head just enough for our lips to meet. That kiss said everything she couldn’t get out. It told me she still loved me even if she was mad as hell.
I kept movin’ inside her, makin’ sure she felt every part of me. The sound of our skin slappin’ together started to get loud, and the bed started creakin’. I held her hands tighter and whispered, “You still love me, baby?”
Her answer came in the way she moaned my name, long and soft. I felt her pussy start to squeeze around my dick, and my own breath came in short from how good the shit felt. Her back arched higher, and I pulled her closer, buryin’ my face in her neck as I stroked her faster.
Every push felt like I was tryna apologize through my body, tryna prove I missed her, and make her remember how deep this love ran between us.
“Pressure,” she gasped, her voice shakin’.
“I’m here, baby,” I whispered back. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
I slid my arms under her and lifted her up, pullin’ her against me while my dick stayed buried deep inside her.
I laid back and brought her with me, lettin’ her end up on top.
Her body was still tremblin’, her breath unsteady, and those tears in her eyes made her look even more beautiful when she looked down at me.
She ain’t take her time this time. She went crazy.
Both her feet was planted on the bed, right by my head, and her hands was flat beside her as she started ridin’ my dick.
Her body moved in wild waves, makin’ me grip the sheets just to keep from losin’ it too soon.
I couldn’t stop starin’ at her titties as they bounced up and down, and every time she rolled her hips, I felt her get wetter.
“Damn, baby,” I groaned, lookin’ up at her.
She kept movin’ that ass back and forth, her head tilted back and her mouth open like she was feelin’ every inch of me.
I reached up and grabbed her waist, lettin’ her ride me how she wanted while my eyes stayed locked on her.
She looked like art, like a woman who knew exactly how much power she had over me, and I couldn’t do nothin’ but let her take it.
“Damn, baby,” I breathed out, my voice low. “You feel too good.”
Her lips parted, and she started moanin’ again, soft at first, then louder as she picked up her rhythm. Her eyes was half closed, and her hair kept fallin’ over her face, but she looked so damn beautiful I couldn’t look away.
I ran my hands up her back, then pulled her down so her chest was pressed against mine again. She started moving slower, rollin’ her hips in circles while I kissed her neck. Every sound that came out of her mouth made me fall deeper into her.
“I love you,” I whispered against her skin. “I know I be fuckin’ up sometimes, but I love you.”
She kissed me then, deep and messy, and I felt her start to shake. Her body tightened around me, and I knew she was about to cum. I held her tighter and whispered, “Go on, baby. Let that shit go.”
Her moan broke into a cry when she came, and that was it for me. I held her hips and started movin’ faster, poundin’ my dick hard into her shit, until I felt that rush hit me hard. I pulled her close and let go inside her, my chest risin’ against hers while the both of us tried to catch our breath.
When it was over, she collapsed on top of me, her face buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head, still breathin’ heavy.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said again, softer this time.
She ain’t say nothin’, but she nodded against my chest. I could feel her fingers tracin’ over my arm, slow and gentle like she was already forgivin’ me.
I grabbed the blanket off the floor, pulled it over us and held her tighter. Her body was still warm, and I ain’t wanna move. I just wanted her to know that even when I fuck up, I was still gon’ be her peace.
Her voice came out low after a minute. “You could’ve at least called me back, Pressure. I was worried.”
“I know, baby. I know,” I said, kissin’ her forehead. “I won’t do that shit again.”
She sighed and laid her head back on my chest. “You always say that.”
“And I mean it every time,” I said, smilin’ a lil’ ‘cause I knew she was right. “But this time I’m serious.”
She ain’t answer, but I felt her hand slide up my chest, and that was all I needed to know. We laid there like that, bodies tangled, hearts still racin’, and for the first time in a day or two, everything felt right again.