11. Izael
IZAEL
“How far along are you, Staci?” Talia asked my pop’s girlfriend.
We were having dinner at Pops’ house because we hadn’t seen each other in a while. When I told him that I was bringing someone, he asked if it was Cee-Cee. I hedged a bit and told him no it wasn’t her.
To say that my pops and my brother were both shocked when I arrived holding Talia’s hand was an understatement.
“I turned six months yesterday,” Staci stated proudly and rubbed her burgeoning belly.
“Have you determined a name for her yet?” Talia asked.
Staci looked proudly at my father. “We were thinking about Kennedy Elyse.”
“That’s pretty,” Talia declared.
“It reminds me of that actress Kimberly Elise,” Celina, my brother’s girlfriend, remarked.
I was waiting for a smart comment to explode from her mouth. I swear that I didn’t know how she negotiated shit in or out of a conference room. She was a VP at a large marketing firm, but the woman acted like she couldn’t manage the shit that came out of her mouth at times.
“It does, but we thought about Elyse after Dawson’s mom,” Staci explained.
“Isn’t that what you said that your mom wanted to name her daughter if she ever had one, bae?” Celina asked my brother.
And bam! I knew she couldn’t help that shit and that it would come out eventually. At the mention of my mother, Staci wiggled uncomfortably in her seat, and Pops cleared his throat and pressed his napkin to his lips.
“Yeah, and uh…we’re going to name her Kennedy after Staci’s father, Kenny,” Pops declared in an attempt to cover up Celina’s inadvertent but on purpose blunder.
“Well, I think that it’s a beautiful name and a wonderful way to honor your parents,” Talia remarked.
“Speaking of parents, do your parents know that the two of you are together?” Celina asked, turning her vulturous gaze toward Talia and me.
“Actually, no. We haven’t told them anything. This is new,” Talia stated, pointing between the two of us.
“That’s going to be interesting. I can’t imagine Tahj will be happy,” Celina commented and pulled her wine glass to her lips.
“Lina, that’s enough, babe,” my brother finally spoke up.
It was rare that he ever spoke out against his fiancée. In his opinion, Celina Andrews was the smartest thing walking the face of the Earth.
“What? I’m simply stating the obvious. It’s not good for them to go and hide their heads in the sand. A great offense is the best defense. They need to have their argument ready, their facts prepared, and?—”
“Except we’re not in a courtroom or a conference room either for that matter,” I stated.
Her eyes widened, and her light skin turned a deep shade of red as she cleared her throat and sipped her wine. My pops sighed dramatically.
“I, for one, am glad that you two finally figured your shit out. You’re a good look for my son, Talia. You’ve always been smart, beautiful, and a good girl. I know that you’ll make a great woman for him.”
“Thank you, Mr. Ellis,” Talia replied with a smile.
“I keep telling you to call me?—”
“I know, but old habits die hard.”
“I always knew that you had a crush on that big-headed nigga. I kept wondering what took him so long to figure that shit out.”
“Me too,” Rashad agreed.
“Damn, did everyone know but me?” I asked.
“Pretty much,” Pops replied.
Everyone laughed. We found other things to converse about for the remainder of dinner and dessert. When we finally left for the evening, Talia was quiet. I held her hand and helped her into the car, and on the ride home, she remained quiet.
At one point, I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said softly. “Just tired.”
I kept holding her hand and lifted our interlocked fingers to my lips to kiss her fingers.
“Thank you for coming with me to my folks’ place for dinner tonight.”
“I’ve always got your back, baby.”
I kissed her knuckles again and drove us home.
* * *
“Come here, Chè,” I commanded when she came out of her bathroom after the shower. I had gone to my bedroom to shower but returned to hers when I finished.
Talia climbed on the bed and straddled my lap with her arms around my neck.
“What?”
I smoothed my fingers over her eyebrows that were scrunched down.
“That’s what I want to know. You’ve been silent since we left my pop’s house. Are you thinking about your family again and how they’ll react?”
“I’m ready to be honest with my family. I loved how your family accepted and embraced us tonight. It felt good being on your arm and loved in public without having to hide how we feel.”
I nodded my agreement. “I know. It did feel good as hell showing my woman off. Listen, I know you’re mostly worried about how Tahj will feel, but I’ll tell him by myself, and you don’t have to worry about the confrontation.”
“I’m not letting you do that on your own. After all, I’ll have to face Tahj eventually. We’re just so close, and I worry about what this will do to my relationship with him. But if he can’t accept this, then that’s his loss.”
“True that. What we have is beautiful, Talia, and I’m not gonna let anybody tell us otherwise. Ya nigga’s gonna ride for you. I’ll be all in Tahj’s ass if he thinks he’s not gonna have your back after he finds out about us. You feel me?”
“I know you’re right, baby. So, when do you want to tell them?” she asked.
“It’s your family. You make the call.”
“I’m thinking about the next family get together we have. That should be perfect timing.”
I pressed my forehead against hers. “Cool. Now, give me some sugar.”
She leaned further into me and kissed my lips.
“I love how you love me, Zae.”
“Baby, I would give up my last breath if it came down to spending this time with you and dying early versus never having this time with you. You’re worth a world of heartache and pain to me. As long as I got you by my side, the rest of that shit is light work. Trust me, baby.”
“You’re so sweet,” she replied shyly and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Not as sweet as you. Speaking of which, I skipped dessert at my father’s house for a special kind of sugar. Can I get some?”
Talia giggled and rolled off me. I pulled her nightgown up around her hips and tugged her thong down her thighs.
“Open wide, baby,” I added with a wink.
She did as I asked, hooked those thick thighs over my shoulders, and relaxed against her pillow. I scooted her ass down just a little before I bent down and pressed my tongue and lips into her pussy. She was my special blend of sugar and cinnamon. I loved eating that pussy and had to have it almost daily. I was glad she didn’t deny me what I needed.
I rubbed her clit with one finger, slid two fingers into her ass, and thrust my tongue into that pussy, sucking and licking it. Her lips blossomed open for me, allowing me to get a deeper entrance into her folds.
My baby pumped her pussy against my lips, gyrated, and rubbed her juices over my nose, lips, and chin. She saturated me with her glorious scent and made sure that I got all the sweetness that I needed. I pulled back and lightly smacked her pussy with my palm.
“Zaaae!” she moaned.
“Come on, baby. Give me that nut. I’m waiting for it.”
“Here, baby, here!” She pushed her pussy back at me, and I dipped down again and ate her out until she cried out, “Damn! What’s my name? I don’t know my name, Zae.”
When I finally pulled back, I laughed at her. “You wild, ma.”
I didn’t put on any clothes after my shower. I had stalked my ass butt naked straight back to her room. I knew I was getting the pussy tonight. As stressed out as I was after that dinner with my future sister-in-law’s diarrhea ass mouth, I knew that the only thing that would destress me was a good fuck.
We exchanged STD stats over a couple of weeks ago. I needed to fuck her raw, so I had been eager to share my shit. Once we proved we were both clean and that she was on birth control, it was on. Not only could I fuck her raw, but I had no qualms about nutting in that pussy.
I climbed onto the bed and slid inside of her. She tightly wrapped her folds around me, sealing my dick like muthafuckin’ shrink wrap. I swear there was no way any oxygen could get inside of that pussy, and there was no way I could slip my dick out. Shit, I was trying to pull back, but she had my shit sealed like a muthafucka.
“Gahdamn, Cinnamon. What you doing?”
“It’s my dick, Zae.”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah. You know that shit.”
“And don’t forget it.”
I thought about what she’d gone through with Ricky, and I wondered why the hell she was thinking about that shit now. I hadn’t given her a reason to doubt me.
“Don’t plan on it. What’s on your mind, ma?” I asked as I slowly stroked her sugar walls.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t tell me that shit again,” I stated and thrust so hard up into her that I knocked the wind out of her lungs.
“Okay, okay,” she cried, and tears seeped down her face. “It was something Celina said.”
“The fuck she say?” I asked and stopped moving.
“You gotta keep fucking me.”
“Oh, you gon’ get this dick. Just tell me what the fuck you talking ’bout, though.”
“She said she thought you were bringing Cee-Cee and was surprised to see me there. She said she knew that you were still in touch with her.”
“When you have this conversation with her?”
“When we first arrived. You were in the den with your brother and daddy. I was in the kitchen with her and Staci.”
I nodded and replied. “I don’t want you to ever worry about Cee-Cee or any bitch. You’re all I need, Talia. You’re who I’ve always needed. I just didn’t realize it. You’re my girl. It’s you who I love, not those other girls.”
“I know,” she moaned as I sunk deep inside of her.
I bit her neck before I pulled back and asked. “Do you, though?”
She rolled her hands over her titties and nodded. “I think so.”
“Who I spend all my time with when I ain’t working?”
“Me.”
“Who I send flowers to three times a week?”
“Me.”
“Whose feet do I massage at night when they’ve been on their feet cooking all day?”
“Mine.”
“Who I kiss every morning and night?”
“Me.”
“Who I give this muthafuckin’ dick to?”
“Me.”
“Whose pussy I sop up with a biscuit and be begging for more?”
“Mine.”
“Whose ass does this tongue be in?”
“Mine.”
“A’ight then. Ain’t no other bitch getting that shit but you. Now, quit talking stupid shit that Celina let fly out of her mouth and let me beat this pussy up.”
“Beat it up, baby.”
I pulled back, spread her legs back toward her head, and fucked the shit out of ma. She felt good as hell—wet, slick, and hot. I fucked her so hard that her titties slapped her in the face repeatedly.
I pulled her ankles together and held them with one hand while I grabbed the lube and dildo I had hidden under her pillow. I slowed down my movements, allowing her legs to rest on either side of my shoulders while I applied lube to her ass and then to the dildo.
I grabbed her legs again, held them up with one hand in the air, and slid inside of her. I used my other hand to slip the dildo inside of her ass. I fucked Talia good until she squeezed all around me and pinched her nipples so hard they turned red.
She hollered. She cried. She promised never to doubt me again. And finally, she screamed, “Oh, God. I love you, Zae. I love you so much, Izael Amir Ellis. You’re my dream come true.”
And with those words, her little ass skeeted all over the place. Talia rested her hands on her chest. She huffed and puffed out of breath and tried to level out her breathing.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“I know what’s wrong with you.”
“What?”
“You fucking with an educated nigga.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Talia asked and turned on her side. She propped her elbow up and rested her head in her hands while I lay on my back beside her. I turned my head and stared into her beautiful light brown eyes, and my heart fucking exploded.
How could I love a girl so deeply who I’d known almost all my life, a girl I had no business with? I wasn’t sure. I just knew I needed her more than my next breath.
“I’m a nigga who’s got a PhD in fucking, and I graduated summa cum laude in the art of eating pussy, ma.”
She licked her lips and laughed.
“I would clown your ass for that corny shit. Only I know that it’s true,” Talia stated and slapped me on the chest.
“You damn straight.”
“I’d better be the only one you’re eating and fucking.”
“You are, baby. You can bet on that shit. My life ain’t nothing like it used to be.”
“How did it used to be?”
“All the honeys were ordering me up like Subway. They all wanted a footlong.”
“I can’t stand your ass, Zae! You’re stupid!” Talia cracked up laughing so hard.
I pulled her into my arms. “You know you love this nigga.”
“And do,” she replied sweetly before kissing me deeply. “I don’t want you to leave, Zae.”
Talia grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. She turned them sideways and back again, staring at our entwined hands as though they held some elusive mystery.
“I don’t want to leave either, baby, but don’t you think you’ll want your space back soon?”
“No. I enjoy having you here.”
“And what about your girl time?”
“I go out with the girls when I want to. You don’t interfere with that. But it feels good coming home to you too.”
I kissed her lips. “God knows I love coming here to you.”
“Can you just hold off on it a little longer?”
I wanted to tell her we were in a high place right now, and that could change. But I didn’t want to ruin our little bubble, so instead, I agreed. “Okay. I can hold off on the house hunt for a while.”
“Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you more, baby girl.”
We knew we needed to shower, and we planned to hit it soon. But before we both knew it, we had fallen asleep. Talia was in my arms with my front pressed against her back. All was right in our world.