Imani #3
I nod back and he rushes to the bathroom.
After placing the bag on the counter, I wash my hands then grab one of my food trays I use when eating in the living room.
I wipe it off, then place his food on it, along with a napkin, spoon, and a cup of ice.
There’s a bottle of juice in his bag. When he walks out of the bathroom, I grab the tray and meet him in the living room.
“You can eat in here so you can watch the television. Where do you want to sit?”
“Right there,” he says, pointing towards my loveseat.
“That’s a good spot. Go ahead, sit.”
He sits and I set him up with his food. I find a movie for him on the television then grab the ketchup. He likes it on his burger and mac-n-cheese. I make one final check to ensure that he’s good then head out to deal with his father.
When I walk back into the garage, Daymir is standing in the exact same spot. Our eyes lock as soon as I open the door and we stay locked in until I’m in his face, all in his stupidly handsome face.
“Is he good?”
“Your son? Yeah, your son is fine. Your son is a sweetheart,” I say, wearing the term “your son” out because what the fuck.
He has a got damn child! “His daddy ain’t shit for keeping him a secret though.
I thought we had something. I don’t know; I thought we were building a real relationship.
Shit! I’ve told you everything about me but you didn’t think I deserved to know that you have a whole-ass-son?
” I fire off, expecting him to come back at me with some bullshit but he doesn’t.
Daymir isn’t giving me what I’m giving him. My anger is in direct contradiction to his somberness. He’s muted, standing still, and not saying a damn thing. In disbelief, I glare at him, trying to get a rise, but nothing. He merely shakes his head then slumps his shoulder.
“So, you have noth-thing to say?” I ask and he’s still fucking muted.
“You know what? Don’t. Don’t answer me; don’t tell me why you stood me up.
Don’t tell me about your son and whatever else you’re keeping from me.
Just don’t say shit. I was wrong, obviously.
I thought we had something but I guess I was wr-” My words are cut off when he hooks his strong arm around my waist and pulls me into him.
“Daymir, let me go,” I say but the force behind my words seems to have vacated in his arms. I try to shake free for added effect but truthfully, I don’t want him to let me go.
“Nah,” he finally speaks. “It’s not like that,” he sighs then leans in.
He rests his forehead on mine. “Yes. He is my son but I just found out yesterday. His mom, my ex, showed up with him and his grandma. She was pregnant when I got locked and she dipped and ain’t say shit.
I didn’t know where the fuck she went and I didn’t care.
But had I known she was carrying my child, I would have kept up with her. And she would have been good.”
He lifts his head briefly then sighs so heavy I feel that shit.
“She’s fucked up on that shit and he needs me.
I found out yesterday. I got him yesterday and I had to make sure he was good.
I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I was so caught up and in shock.
This hit me out of the blue, fast, and hard.
Yea, I fucked up last night, but you gotta know it’s because I was blindsided.
I would’ve never kept my child from you or anybody.
I’m not that type of nigga. I take care of what’s mine and my responsibilities and I want you as mine.
Check this, what we have is real and what I want.
” His hand cups my chin then he continues, “This shit, us is now. We have something, not had.”
His eyes peer into mine, finishing his plea with them. The problem is I’m not sure how to respond. So, I ask questions instead because I have several. This situation definitely breeds questions; I just don’t know where the answers will me...us.
“Where is she? Is she here?” I ask and his entire face contorts.
He wasn’t expecting that. It’s clear he wants a response to us but I can’t answer him, not yet at least. This is a lot for him and his son. Where I am with it or even us are not his priority, his little boy is.
“No. She left this morning for rehab but according to her grandmother this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. His grandmother is who had DJ for the last few years.
She loves him but she can’t take care of him anymore.
Real shit, she never should have had to in the first damn place.
He’s mine; my responsibility,” he says and I feel for him and DJ.
I also love his already full commitment to his son.
This is how all fathers should be.
His son needs him. I can’t even imagine what DJ’s gone through and he’s currently going through.
Sounds like his grandmother has been his life-saver and the only real home he’s had.
Being taken out of that and being away from her has to be hard, an adjustment, and a complete shock.
Hell, it has to also be the same for Daymir.
This situation is complicated and adding me to it would only compound things.
“What you are doing is so special and that sweet little boy needs you, all of you. Look at last night. I got pissed thinking you stood me up and it wasn’t even that.
It was your son, a little boy that needs stability, consistency, and a parent who’s present.
Not one who’s running to apologize to a woman he’s trying to get with. ”
“Get with? We’re already together,” he refutes.
“We’re just getting together and this is a lot. I don’t want my needs to interfere with his,” I sadly admit then place my hands on his chest. “Take care of DJ. Figure ya’ll out. You don’t have time for me right now.”
“I have time for anything that I want and that includes you,” he counters but I shake my head then step back, out of his arms.
“But you don’t. You dragged that baby over here with his food because you needed to talk to me. Daymir, that’s too much. Look, if we have what I think we have, I’ll be here when you have settled with him.”
My words sting and taste bitter as they fall off my lips because the last thing that I actually want is time apart from him.
I spazzed out and I hopped in my ride when I thought he ghosted me.
In the brief time that we’ve been together, I’ve developed feelings.
He brought a joy and peace in my life that I’ve been missing since I lost my brother.
Our quick an unusual meeting led to the beginning of a beautiful relationship in my eyes.
This big fun, sexy ass black man has me captured in the last thing I wanna do is be apart from him, but I know this has to be done.
I notice a change in his eyes then he shifts one foot over the other and sighs. His eyes stay planted on me as he slowly shakes his head.
He knows I’m right. We are not the focus anymore, building a bond and making sure DJ is okay is. As much as both of us might hate to admit this we need a break.
“And what if I don’t want this shit, a break?” he finally asks seriously, eyes still peering into my soul.
“I don’t want it either but,” I begin and he’s back in my face and space.
“Then, let’s not do that.”
“You and I both know we have to. Just until you and him adjust. Adding me will be too much for him,” I plead. “I’m going to be here, waiting.”
“Let me make sure then,” he says before pecking my lips.
Then, he walks off, leaving me to wonder what the hell he means. I turn my head and watch as he journeys to my door, open it, step inside, then walk back out a minute later. He presses my button on the wall next and my garage door starts to close.
What the hell is he doing?
He returns to me, grabs my hand then leads me closer to my ride. He backs me up against it, then wraps his arms around me. My eyes look up to his serious ones and I squint them, silently questioning him.
“DJ is knocked out. If you’re forcing me off you, then-”
Not liking his choice of words, I cut him off. “I’m not forcing you. Don’t say that,” I snap.
“Either way, I got to mark my territory,” he says with a smug but devilish look on his handsome face.
This break is going to kill me!
Hold strong, girl, I tell myself because insisting on a break is the right thing to do, right? DJ needs him more than me.
His lips crash into mine at the same time as his big hands fumble with the buttons on my jumpsuit.
Feverishly and hungrily, his mouth commandeers mine and I damn near swoon.
All wonderment is gone; I know exactly what he means by marking his territory.
I’m his territory and he’s about to claim me and my body and I have not one objection.
His hands move inside of my unbuttoned jumper.
He caresses my skin as he pushes my romper off.
The way his touch manages to be soft yet firm is magical and I feel my skin molding to his fingers.
“Mm. What are you doing?” I moan into his mouth.
“Pulling this down,” he utters while doing just that.
When it reaches my waist, I assist him and wiggle it down over my ass and hips.
It drops and pools at the ankle of my Miu Mius, exposing my bra and panties.
“Fuck,” he practically growls as he takes me all in with his eyes first, then his hands.
While cupping my breasts, he presses them together then buries his face in them.
After inhaling me, he traces his warm tongue all over my breast. “I love the way you smell and taste,” he groans.
Every inch of my being is enflamed, the tiny hairs on my arms are standing at full attention, and my clit is throbbing.
My reaction to him is nothing I’ve ever experience.
Caught up in all things Daymir, I reach up my hands and caress his buried head.
When I kiss the top of it, he lifts it and blesses me with his beautiful yet devious smile.
He’s about to take me through it.
His large hands move from my breast to my ass and he skillfully slides my panties down. When they fall on my pooled jumper, he lifts me and with my arms latched around his neck, he steps to the hood of my baby. Our lips and tongues passionately battle as he places me on my ride.
When we break our kiss, our eyes lock. While staring into mine, he eases his hand between my legs. Slowly, he runs his fingers up and down my slit then he pinches my clit between his knuckles. A jolt of ecstasy shoots through me and my eyes close and my head falls back.
“Shiiitt,” I trill.
“Look at me,” he requests as one of his fingers breaches my opening.
“Huh,” I moan from the feeling.
“Give me your eyes, Imani,” he demands this time.
Although on it’s face his demand is simple, me following it isn’t. The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of me as his knuckles rub against my sensitive clit has my mind scrambled. I can barely think much less will my head to lift and eyes to open.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Look at me baby,” he says again. He’s added another finger and two is just too amazing.
The little fragments of cohesiveness I was trying to cling to are dissipating as his fingers gracefully and mercilessly fucks me.
Thankfully, once he realizes that I’m incapable of complying with his request, he uses his free hand and grips my chin.
He pulls my head upright and kisses me with so much passion.
“I want you to look at me, baby,” he says and I muster the strength to do so.
While staring into mine, he adds, “You and me are it. You’re mine and this wet ass pussy is definitely mine.
” He removes his fingers then smears my juices across his lips before placing his fingers into his mouth. “So fucking sweet,” he groans.
“Nasty ass,” I utter with a smirk.
“This break,” he begins before capturing my mouth again with his.
“It’s not gone be long.” He pecks my lips.
“Not long at all. I’m not letting off you, ever.
You understand?” he asks just as his hand returns to my pussy.
Because his fingers are strumming my lower lips, I can only respond with a nod.
He smirks at my response then adds, “Good. Now lay back and let me give you a real kiss.”
I ease backwards and the moment my back is on the hood, I feel him spread my legs. Seconds later, I feel his warm tongue pressed against my pussy and my body buckles.
“Shit!” I moan too damn loud so I place my hand over my mouth.
He dives in, dragging his tongue down my slit.
He gives my lips attention next, precisely sucking and licking both before tongue kissing my clit.
He takes his time, pleasing every inch of my pussy and I try hard not to melt into my hood.
My body is on fire. I’m squirming and running with no destination planned.
I don’t want to go anywhere. Right here, powerless to his mouth, is exactly where I want to be.
Daymir is a man of his word. He feasts on me, claiming me, his territory, until I reach two beautiful but massive orgasms.