Noles #2
She jumped, startled, her eyes snapping to the mirror.
Her mouth opened in shock. She turned around fast, clutchin her towel tighter, shoulders tremblin.
Her lips parted like she wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
Her eyes were big, disbelieving. Hurting.
Relieved. Broken. All at once. "Yiyi... it's me, baaaebbyy," I said, voice crackin in ways I didn't even recognize.
My steps were heavy, fast, unstoppable as I rushed to her.
I scooped her off the floor in one motion, placin her on the bathroom counter like she weighed nothing.
I stood between her legs, my palms grabbin both sides of her face like I was afraid she'd disappear if I didn't anchor her.
I didn't break eye contact, Not for a damn second.
Her eyes shimmered, fillin, spillin. My thumbs caught the tear before it fell too far.
Her bottom lip trembled. She exhaled like my name was stuck inside her chest and had finally been released.
I leaned forward, pullin her face toward mine, my forehead pressin against hers. "Come hea," I whispered.
She inhaled like her lungs remembered a life before grief.
when her mouth finally met mine, I felt everything she'd carried for three long-ass months crash into me all at once.
It was fear, devotion, exhaustion, love, desperation.
All of it tangled. All of it tremblin. All of it mine.
The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't slow. It was relief.
Pain. A prayer that finally got answered.
My lips left her mouth only to claim the rest of her.
I kissed her cheeks. Her jaw. Her eyelids.
Slow, deliberate, like I was mapping out where all her hurt lived so I could take it from her.
I trailed down her neck and sucked the spot right under her ear slow, deep, enough to make her back arch and her breath catch on a moan she'd been holding for too damn long.
Her fingers clawed into my shoulders like she was scared I'd disappear again.
I snatched the towel off her body, lettin it fall to the tile like the last barrier between us.
She gasped, growin shy for half a second, crossin her arms over her chest like she didn't know she'd been hauntin my dreams for months.
"Nah," I growled, slidin my hand down her side, grippin her thigh.
"Don't hide from me." That stupid-ass hospital gown them niggas tied on me was so tight around my back I couldn't even get the straps undone.
The best thing I could do was slide that bitch to the side and hope it didn't rip.
I didn't care. Clothes felt offensive. Space felt offensive.
Time felt offensive. I needed her. Skin to skin. Breath to breath.
I wrapped her legs around my waist, pullin her in close, lockin her against me like I was afraid the world would snatch her away if I left an inch between us.
I grabbed her chin and made her look at me.
Her eyes were wide, wet, full of a thousand things she never said out loud.
She reached up with tremblin hands and cupped my face, her thumbs brushin over my cheeks.
Her fingers sliding over my ears, down my jaw, tracin my nose, my eyelids, my lips.
Like she needed to memorize me all over again.
Like she needed proof I wasn't another dream she'd lose before morning.
Her shoulders softened like she'd been carryin the weight of a whole graveyard alone.
"I thought you left me," she whispered, her fingertips brushin over my eyebrows like she was wipin away the last three months.
"Don't do that to my soul again." She exhaled then, long, shaky, breakin in the middle, like peace had finally found its way back to her lungs.
Her words hit me in my chest harder than any bullet ever could.
I leaned in, pressin my forehead to hers, breathin her in deep, letting her smell drag me all the way back to myself.
"You hear me?" she whispered, voice cracking.
"I can't do that again. Don't you leave me like that. "
My hands slid up her thighs, grippin her hips hard enough to anchor her to this earth.
Her voice, her touch, her breath that was the only thing that made the shadows in me sit down for a second.
I grabbed my dick, stroking it slow, my fist tightenin around the base like I needed a second to feel grounded in my own body.
Then I guided it to her entrance. I knew her pussy would be a pool for me, it always was.
Always warm, always wet, always mine to drown in.
I dragged the head of my dick against her clit, just to remind her who she belonged to.
Her breath hitched, her back arched, and then her pussy swallowed me up whole in one slick pull that made both of us groan.
Her legs tightened around my waist, locking me in place, and my knees damn near buckled right there.
I gripped her harder, burying myself deep, watching her body open for me like it never forgot.
I stroked in and out of her, deep and slow at first, letting the sound of our bodies slap together bounce off the tile walls. Every moan she let out fed somethin hungry in me. Every grunt I released shook somethin loose in her. It felt like we were relearnin the same language, one thrust at a time.
Her head fell back, neck exposed. I grabbed it with both hands, leanin it to the side, lickin up the column of her throat.
My tongue trailed slow, collecting every inch of her, then I sucked right under her jaw hard feelin her get wetter around me instantly.
Her voice broke open, spilling "I missed you's" and "I love you's" in deep, rolling Creole she'd taught me to understand.
That shit damn near pushed me over the edge.
She knew it drove me crazy. She did it on purpose.
I slapped my mouth over hers, shovin my tongue down her throat just to shut her up, swallowin her moans like I'd been starvin for them.
I felt her smile against my lips as she pulled me deeper into her pussy, clutchin me tighter like she wanted to take all the air out of my lungs. I pulled back, chest heavin, and without warnin I slid out of her. She gasped sharp and desperate but I didn't let her breathe long.
In one second flat, I flipped her around and bent her over the counter toward the mirror.
Her palms hit the glass. Her ass arched back on instinct, like her body remembered every version of me before I died.
I grabbed her hips with both hands, lined myself up, and pushed into her again.
Slow at first. Then deeper. Then harder.
Her breath stuttered. Her thighs shook. Her eyes fluttered closed as she bit her lip, and I felt somethin animal unfurl in my chest. My rhythm changed.
Picked up and Hit exactly where she needed it.
I reached up, wrapped my hand in her thick hair, and pulled.
Lifted her head back until her spine straightened like a bow string.
She opened her eyes, chest rising fast, and stared straight at me through the mirror.
The sight damn near ended me. Her reflection was messy, glowin, pupils blown, mouth half open.
She was lookin at me like I was resurrection and ruin in the same breath.
Her pussy gripped me like she wanted to keep me inside forever.
"Look at me," I growled, pullin her hair tighter, draggin her face closer to the mirror.
Her breath caught, lips partin. She didn't look away.
She couldn't. I pushed deeper, harder. The sound of her body meetin mine echoed off the tile, wet, rhythmic, desperate.
Her nails scraped the counter. Her knees shook.
Her moans kept tumbling out of her like she'd been holding them in for months.
"Talk to me," I demanded, voice low in her ear.
She tried to speak but only managed a broken moan.
I smirked. "Say it." "Noles..." she gasped, voice cracking.
"Ou tounen. ou tounen." You came back. you came back.
Her words hit me in my spine. I grabbed her waist with both hands and drove into her harder.
Her eyes rolled back. Her legs tightened.
Her back arched so deep her ass pressed flush against my hips.
"Yeah, I came back," I rasped. "I ain't leavin' you, you hear me?
" She nodded, breath tremblin, forehead touchin the mirror now as tears streaked down her cheeks, but she wasn't cryin from pain.
It was relief. It was release. It was everything she'd stored in her chest spillin out at once.
I leaned over her, my chest pressed to her back, one arm wrapping around her waist as the other held her chin up, forcin her to look at herself while I fucked her.
"Watch," I murmured against her ear. "Watch who you belong to.
" Her breath hitched so sharp it punched a sound out of her throat.
She stared into the glass, her own reflection wrecked, and undone.
She whispered something in Creole, too soft for me to catch but the sound of it made my dick throb inside her.
My thrusts got rougher, deeper, more frantic.
Not sloppy, never sloppy. Just hungry and Starved.