19. Kayshon
An overwhelming sense of nostalgia and satisfaction hit me like a bulldozer, causing me to ease out of bed as my mouth waters intensely from smelling Ashari’s aroma. I have never given a woman oral pleasure before, but the desire to provide Ashari with something no other woman has had from me excites me. Lowering myself to my knees, I gently pull Ashari to the edge of the bed before spreading her legs apart. Breathing in her scent, I lick my lips, then lean into her glorious slit and taste it. A low and throaty moan escapes Ashari’s mouth as I lap at her slit with my tongue.
“Mm, baby,” Ashari moans.
Sweeping my tongue in her pussy causes me to release a moan at the taste of Ashari’s nectar dancing on my taste buds. With greedy and wet licks, I rub circles around her clit with the pad of my thumb. Ashari’s hip lifts off the bed before rocking up to my touch while pushing my head into her pussy with her hands.
“Grr-mm,” I groan.
Running the tip of my tongue over her clit, I dip inside before sliding it over Ashari’s throbbing pussy lips, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
“Yesss… just like that, Kay… baby,” Ashari says breathily as her hands grip the back of my head as if I need her assistance.
The juices coating my tongue have me damn near in a trance as I continue sucking and licking as my dick jumps. Hearing Ashari’s moans invade my ears encourages me to continue as my dick grows harder by the second.
“Damn, Shari… you taste so fucking good,” I murmur after briefly coming up for air before diving back into her wet pussy.
Licking her slowly, I savor every part of her sex as her slick juices pour out over my tongue and fingers. The pleasure of experiencing Ashari this way escalates with every lap of my tongue. Ashari’s hazy eyes are a sight to behold as I suck her clit deeper into my mouth, causing her lids to flutter before closing. Eating Ashari’s pussy is about to become my new favorite hobby because, gotdamn does she taste amazing. Blood rushes to my dick at the same time Ashari’s legs begin shaking as she clenches around my head.
“Ooh… Kays—Kayshon, I’m cumming.” Ashari moans as the evidence of her orgasm hits my mouth as I swallow every ounce of her nectar.
Standing, I adjust Ashari to a more comfortable position before lining my dick up with her entrance and slowly thrust into my new pleasure tunnel.
“Shit,” I say when Ashari’s walls instantly clench around my dick as I bite my cheek to prevent myself from cumming prematurely.
Kissing Ashari’s moist shoulder, I push in and out of her, feeling like if death found me, I would be happy. Making love to Ashari as my fiancée and not just the woman I’m dating makes the moment far more profound than anything I’ve felt before. Blinking, I fight the urge to release the insurmountable feelings beginning to surface within my mind and body.
“I love you, Ashari,” I say.
“Oh baby,” Ashari moans, holding me lovingly as I lift my head and kiss her with the passion bubbling within me.
Thrusting in and out of Ashari, I get lost in the sound of the cadence we’re creating as the sound of our lovemaking echoes around the room.
“Mm. Damn, Shari.” I feel like I’m hovering above the bed on a cloud as the intimacy I feel for Ashari spreads throughout my body.
My toes begin tingling as my orgasm begins sizzling hot in my stomach. The knowledge of my impending release has me melding my tongue with Ashari’s as we wrestle for control. My heart is beating erratically, and my pulse is thumping wildly. My body is buzzing with energy as I close my eyes, overcome with emotion.
“L-mm-look at me, baby,” Ashari whispers.
Opening my eyes, I see the adoration and love shining within Ashari’s orbs that cause my heart to skip a beat. My release rises to the surface and shoots out of me, causing me to growl like Simba in The Lion King after learning Scar killed Mufasa.
“Fucckkk!”
“Ooh, shit,” Ashari says, panting heavily as my nut floods her walls in abundance despite having gone several rounds prior to this one.
Yeah, I’m definitely marrying her ass.
Two days later…
“Let me find out that all I had to do was become your fiancée for you to take me shopping,” Ashari says.
Ashari and I are walking toward the food court after hitting multiple stores in Baxter County Mall. Seeing Ashari with my ring on her finger has me damn near skipping every time my eyes connect with her left hand. Before Ashari, I never considered marriage, and having kids was undoubtedly out of the question. Now look at me. Yesterday, I officially canceled my vasectomy appointment, and it didn’t cause me to break out in hives or give me any other adverse reaction. In fact, my mind was completely at ease, and peace wrapped around me like an electric blanket.
While I want to ease into having children so Ashari and I can continue establishing who we are as a couple, I’m no longer running from the idea of it, nor am I rejecting it. Ashari doesn’t know all the details of my past, so it's a part of our further development process that makes having kids right away not the focal point. I’m not ashamed of my history because it’s the path that led me to Ashari. However, I need to provide some context for Ashari that will enlighten her on why our first time having sex went the way that it did.
“This is just the beginning. If you want, I can take you shopping once a month. There will never come a time when I don’t show how limitless my wallet is with you.”
Owning my business allows me the ability to have a decent-sized savings and checking account, so if I got it, so does Ashari. For her, money will never be a problem, nor will supplying anything and everything she wants or needs.
“When are you moving in with me? I need you in my bed on a nightly basis and preferably before the wedding.”
“Before we met, I had recently moved into my place, so I still have a ways to go on the lease.”
“Oh, that ain’t about to work for me. Tomorrow, go by the rental office and get the cost for you to break that shit. Then call me so I can send the money to you to pay while you’re there. While you do that, I’ll work on scheduling the movers to have you at home by the end of next week.”
Ashari stops walking and looks at me like I told her I had found the gravesite for Michael Jackson’s pet Bubbles and dug him up.
“I thought you were hungry. Come on, woman,” I say, squeezing her hand as we resume our strides toward the food court.
“Hm. So, when do you foresee us getting married? With you moving quickly for us to shack up, Papa Ren will look at me funny.”
“Tuh. I ain’t worried about none of that shit. I’m pretty damn sure your godfather, like your father, knows that you and I are sinning for breakfast, lunch, brunch because we worked up an appetite and dinner. The better question is… how soon will you be ready? If it’s up to me, I’ll whisk your ass down to the courthouse after you settle our living arrangements tomorrow.”
“You’re gonna have people thinking I’m pregnant,” Ashari says, giggling.
The airy sound hits my chest as warmth spreads throughout my body from the feeling of home with this woman.
Damn. Love got my bitch ass heart about to leap outta my chest.
Slowly licking my dry lips, I mentally try to coach my heart into returning to its normal rhythm. The fast and intense beating in my chest has me out of sorts and desperate for something to drink. Entering the food court, patrons are moving around the busy area, causing me to grimace slightly.
“What are you in the mood to eat, Shari?”
“Well, look who it is, Carleen, girl,” a familiar female voice says which causes my blood to freeze and halts my brain’s capacity to process thoughts.
A nail-covered hand strokes my bicep while coming to stand in front of me, and my stomach twists and flips like I’m on a roller coaster.
“Ooh, Re. He has grown up and gotten more delicious with time,” Carleen says with lust filling her assessing eyes.
“I mean, miracles continue to exist. We’ve gotta run. Come by the house so we can catch up,” Rema says in a silky tone that causes a deep glower before she and Carleen walk away.
Rema mothafucking Gardner and her pussy-kick, Carleen… Fuck my life.
“Who the fuck were those bitches?” Ashari asks.
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, preventing me from speaking as Ashari’s face contorts, her free hand rests on her waist, and a frown covers her lips. My sense of reality is warring with my past as only the noisy atmosphere from people grabbing a bite to eat echoes around the room.
“Are you not going to say something, Kayshon?” Ashari asks. Her voice is soft but demanding as she continues watching me intently.
“We gotta go,” I say, fighting the tremble in my throat as the urgency to retreat has my body heating epically.
“Wow.”
I’m unable to respond as my vision begins to blur before Letitia’s name rushes to mind, causing me to release Ashari’s hand and pull my phone from my pocket. With shaky hands, I type out a quick message to Letitia.
Me:
911…I’m headed your way.
“Letitia? What’s going on?” Ashari asks when the office door opens, and Letitia stands in the threshold.
“Uh… what happened?” Letitia asks.
My mind is on overload, and my body is teaming with so many emotions and thoughts that I’m unable to respond to either of the women in my space. My throat is burning with raw heat as I feel like I’m seconds from detonating like a bomb. Rema’s and Carleen’s faces and expressions have been playing in the background the entire drive here. I’m on the brink of a meltdown I’m fighting to contain so Ashari doesn’t witness me at my low point. Being her strong and unbroken man is an image I’m desperately trying to resemble despite its falsity.
“I’m not sure what’s going on, but Kayshon hasn’t said much of anything since he was approached by two older black women,” Ashari says, looking from me to Letitia.
“You know what I do for a living, Ashari, so you can deduce why Kayshon and I know each other. Let me get him sorted out, and then I’ll see if he’ll be okay with bringing you in,” Letitia says as if she’s speaking to a small child.
Ashari’s eyes peer into me, probing, and I’m unable to comfort her due to the downward spiral I’m seconds from slipping into.
“Have a seat, Ashari. Everything will be okay. I promise,” Letitia says to Ashari, and I damn near run into her office without hearing Ashari’s response.
My feet immediately begin stalking around Letitia’s office as my nerves go haywire, and I bite my lip. My last encounter with Rema pushes today’s sighting to the back while playing like a movie reel.
“Talk to me, Kayshon,” Letitia says an unknown time later, and my mouth opens as my words spill over.
“I told her ass never to speak to me again, and of all times for her to ignore my request, it had to be when I was on the brink of recovering everything she stole from me. How the fuck am I gonna tell Ashari that the man she agreed to marry is tainted?”
“You asked Ashari to marry you,” Letitia says as more of a statement than a question as I nod and lick my lips to moisten them.
“I have never wanted anything more than I want to be Ashari’s husband. It’s crazy after seeing the tumultuous marriage my parents had. Yet, it has never given me a reason to hesitate jumping the broom one day. I know that most people would think I’m nuts for wanting marriage but rejecting children. Ashari gives me a reason to want both, and seeing Rema somehow forced me back to the time I shed tears because I thought God was about to punish me.”
Needing a minute to get my bearings and gather my thoughts, I stop talking while continuing to walk a hole in the carpet.
“What about seeing Rema caused you to end up here?”
“The memory of our last exchange.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It wasn’t after learning about her fake pregnancy. Maybe six months after that day, my young and dumb ass missed the contour of Rema’s pussy which led me to her doorstep. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she opened the door and saw me. Rema’s ass rushed out on the porch grinning before looking left and right while ushering me into the house. The heavy scent of sex and stale pussy filled the entryway, which should have been the thing to make me leave. Instead, I fucked Rema like a nigga who had spent two decades in prison. Afterward, Rema propositioned me to be her boy toy for as long as her pussy could receive my dick.”
“Did you consider it?”
“I did,” I say, hanging my head as my eyes fill with unshed tears.
“What stopped you?”
“The sound of my mother weeping penetrating my ear canal. It disoriented me and had me demanding Rema never speak or contact me again before I ran from that house like my feet were on fire. Her touch today had every escapade between us, hitting me like stones and causing me to feel dirty because Ashari was present. Will you help me explain this shit to her? I can’t lose her over this bullshit.”
“Of course I can.”
Nodding, I release the air from my lungs while taking several cleansing breaths as Letitia walks to the closed door.
God… please don’t let my treasure walk away from me. I promise I’ll do whatever You ask of me if You grant me this favor.