8. Keondra Daily #2
When Colony pulled away and peered at me with low, hazy eyes, I knew taking things slowly went out the window. Boldly, just how I liked it, she placed my hand in what I felt would become my favorite spot. There was no guidance needed as my fingers found their way inside her again.
Her eyes fluttered.
Her breathing increased.
Her nails dug into my back, just as I imagined earlier.
I kissed her chin and whispered, “Don’t tell me we’re speeding things up, Colony.”
“What better way to tell you happy birthday.”
That was all I needed to hear.
My hands wasted no time peeling her bottoms off.
She stepped out of them while I dropped mine to my ankles.
A yelp escaped her mouth as I picked her up and pinned her against the wall.
The few steps to my room weren’t enough time for me.
I needed to feel her right then and there, so I positioned my head at her opening and eased her down onto my shaft.
“Oh, shitttt.” Colony hissed, draping her arms over my shoulders with her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Oh, shit was right.
I ensured she had a good hold on me as my hands held onto her waist, moving in sync with mine to create the milky mess she was making on me. With each thrust, her pussy pulled me back in as if it couldn’t live without me. The feeling was euphoric, giving me a head high like no other.
With my arm around Colony’s waist, and my dick deep inside her, I decided the taste I’d gotten was enough to satisfy me to carry her to my room. Once we were inside, I gently laid her on the bed and started back stroking the blessing between her thighs.
Those long legs tightly wrapped around my waist as our lips met. The most dangerous thing during missionary was kissing, and Colony was about to suck my lips off my face. One hand went to her neck. I deepened the kiss, and the sloshing sound of her pussy grew louder.
Just like that, the hold Colony was beginning to have on me tightened, and I never wanted her to let me go.
“Keondra, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Colony whined as she stood in front of the fish I needed to filet.
After our rounds earlier, we’d both fallen asleep, and I woke up hungry as hell. I wasn’t in the mood to go out, so I asked Colony to help me whip up something. She agreed before going home to shower again and change into something comfortable, while I went to the store to get what we needed.
Walking up behind her, I carefully guided her hands with the knife along the fish. “Do it like this. It’s easy once you get the hang of it. We can make them as big or little as we want.”
“Did you teach yourself how to do this?”
“Nah. My father did. He’d take me fishing, teach me how to gut, clean, and filet the fish, then I’d be in the kitchen with the women learning how to cook it.”
“They had you busy as a kid, huh?”
“They did, and I loved every minute of it. My family has always been close.”
Colony glanced back and smiled. “Mine has too. It’s been hard being away from them, but it’s also been rewarding. I’m just grateful I’m able to go see them whenever I want.”
“I thought about moving away before, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t raise Kehlani without them. It would’ve been selfish of me to take her away from them because of how I felt, so I powered through it.”
“That makes sense. Sometimes, a change of scenery is needed. Being away from the reminders of pain has helped me grow in ways I didn’t think I could.”
Once Colony got the hang of fileting, I went to the sink to finish washing and cutting up the potatoes. We allowed the music to speak for us. The melodic sounds of MC’s newest beat filled the air. He’d easily become one of my favorite producers, and to know he was from the city made it even better.
“Keondra?” Colony called out.
“Ma’am?”
“Ooo, don’t do that.” She playfully held the knife out toward me.
Raising my hands in surrender, I joked, “You’re two years older than me, Colony. I gotta respect my elders.”
She searched around for something to throw at me. When she couldn’t find anything, she stuck her tongue out at me. “Don’t think you’re about to be making jokes about my age, Keondra. Just because I’m older than you doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, yeah. What’s up?”
Immediately, I noticed her demeanor had changed. Colony carefully set the knife down and stared at me. “Tell me something.”
“I’ll tell you anything.”
“What are your intentions when dating? Are you dating to have a good time or with the intent to become more?”
The answer was easy for me. It was something I thought about more often than I cared to admit.
“My intentions when dating are to date to marry. I’m not in the business of being with someone for the hell of it.
Time is valuable, and it is also limited.
I want to be able to give someone all of me.
I want to be able to spend my life with someone who I cherish and adore.
Not only do I need it, but so does Kehlani.
So, when I date, which we both know has been a while since I have, my intentions are pure. What about you, Colony?”
“Truthfully, mine are the same. As you can see, I’m not getting any younger.
I want to experience true love. The type of love where even when the fire dies down, it can be reignited.
I want the type of love where we’re willing to stay in it and fight for us no matter what.
Now, I’m not for the cheating and shit. I’d much rather a man tell me he doesn’t want to be with me than continue stringing me along while having another woman.
I’ve had enough of that. Like you, my intentions are pure. ”
“I see we’re on the same page then, huh?”
“We are.” Colony bit her bottom lip, then expelled a shaky sigh. “What about kids? Do you want more?”
“One day. I’m not pressed about it, but whenever I get married, I’d love to share a child with my wife. I’d want her to love Kehlani the same, though. What about you?”