10. Rakai
Rakai
A n undetermined time later…
"Of all things I’d like to do right now, wasting time talking about anything but you slipping your dick in my honeypot is fruitless,” Latia confesses before leaning up and kissing me passionately. “Mm... Yeah, that’s a much better topic of discussion. Your lips are so damn soft.”
Turning to lie on my back, I pull her up and over until she’s lying on top of me.
I then suck her bottom lip into my mouth, alternating between sucking and biting.
Seconds later, our tongues intertwine as we begin kissing deeply and passionately.
The feeling signals my dick, and it immediately hardens.
My body electrifies from the intensity of the kiss, while my hands lift her shirt and remove it from her body.
Briefly stopping the kiss, I lift it over her head, throwing it somewhere across the room.
Her bra goes next, and her darkened areolas welcome my gaze like a beacon in a lighthouse.
Removing her pants takes a joint effort, proving that teamwork makes a dream work.
Once she’s completely naked, I look her up and down, wetting my dry lips.
My hands move to caress her breasts, causing her to purr in response.
“Rakai.” Her voice is clogged with lust in such a way that my member becomes pained by the tightness of my undergarments and jeans.
“Lift up for me, mama,” I order before gently lying her beside me to remove my clothes.
Once I’m just as naked as the day I entered the world, I run my hand up and down my eight-and-a-half inches of steel while watching Latia’s eyes lower as if she’s smoked the fattest blunt. She licks her lips while curling her finger.
“Come here.”
Once I reach the edge of the bed, she leans over, placing kisses up and down my shaft. Before I can speak or question her intentions, she wraps as much of me around her hands as she can before covering me with her mouth.
“Fuck!” I grunt. Between the warmth, suction, and her moans, I’m not sure how long I’m gonna hold out.
Popping my slick shaft from her mouth, she spits before swirling her tongue around my mushroom head.
That lasted seconds before she took me deep into the back of her throat.
Her slight gagging causes moisture to ooze from the sides of her mouth as she continues sucking and slurping, causing my toes to bank head bounce on the carpet.
“Ma-mama… Latia, got damn!” I shout as cum spurts from my dick without my permission. My legs shake while I have a pep talk with my racing and accelerated heart.
“That shit wasn’t fair,” I announce once she pops my now semi-clean member from her mouth.
“Fair or not, you tasted... mmm... greeatttt!” She mimics Tony the Tiger.
“Lay yo’ ass down. I ain’t ‘bout to be the only one out here with my heart on my sleeves,” I tell her as she smirks before lying flat on the bed, spreading her legs to reveal the glistening nectar awaiting my attention.
Picking up her left leg, I kiss each of her toes as she squirms under my touch.
“Ticklish, huh? Hold still,” I command before continuing up her calf and moving up her leg.
After giving her right leg the same treatment, my tongue begins its ascent from the bottom. Once I reach her inner thighs, I take a minute to get myself together from the aroma coming from her nether region.
“Don’t tease me, bae. I’m ready.”
“So am I,” I concur before sucking her plump clit into my waiting mouth. Her juices dance on my tongue, tasting like peaches and cream.
“Ooh, I could stay here all night,” I admit, momentarily coming up for air before diving back in.
I alternate between sucking and slurping the juices oozing out of her at a rapid pace. My face is now covered in her sweet nectar as she tightens her thighs around my head, and I eat my fill of her.
“Wait. Wait. I-I ca-can’t take any mo-more. Ra-Rakai... bae, please!” she screams with a broken cry.
“You ready for the main event?”
I lift up, bringing my face to hers, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. The nastiness of the kiss has my dick unable to wait any longer as I line up with her entrance, easing in slowly.
“Oh, so you’re about to have me out here killing anybody willing to step in your direction with this good shit between your legs,” I tell her, moving in and out of her.
Latia’s legs grip my back as her nails run up and down, causing me to pick up my pace.
“Harder, bae,” she purrs.
“I got you.”
I drive harder into her before backing all the way out and punching back in with enough force to rock my headboard against the wall.
“You a sexy motherfucka. Got damn, this shit is fire. Come on, girl.”
“Ahh, Rakai! Oh, shit. I’m about to cum,” she alerts me. Her legs quiver, and her thighs get tighter.
“Then cum, mama. Cum now,” I demand as my balls tighten in preparation for the release seconds away.
“Shiitttt!” I moan out as Latia also cries out from the explosive climax we’re both experiencing.
My body falls down on top of Latia before rolling over and removing my weight from her body.
“Uh, wow,” she murmurs as her chest heaves up and down heavily.
“Don’t make me have to kill nobody, mama. You and that treasure between your legs belong to me,” I inform her as she leans over, laying her head on my sweaty chest.
A popular R&B singer had a thing for blaming alcohol for the situations he found himself in.
Yet, I’m blaming the power of mutual and overactive hormones on both Latia’s and my part for what took place tonight.
While the impromptu sleepover was unexpected, I planned to treasure this moment forever.
Seconds later, her light snores are the only sounds in the room.
Smiling, I wrap her in my arms and doze off.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?” I ask Latia when she enters the kitchen the next morning.
While last night hadn’t been planned, I refuse to let Latia leave without feeding her, which is why I’m standing at the stove preparing breakfast.
“Great. I forgot how it feels to be comforted while sleeping. If you’re open to it, I’m ready for you to tell me about the text you sent.”
Damn, that’s right. It was my vulnerability that had Latia requesting my address, but I honestly didn’t believe she would show up. Until now, our interactions haven’t been inside our homes.
Me: It’s taken me years to find a woman who can love every part of me. A woman who can trust the process of my growth without running scared when shit shakes.
“I was hoping you would forget about that message after I rocked that ass to sleep.” I smirk before flipping the omelet in the skillet.
“While I enjoyed every second of your dick invading my walls, I will never neglect to comfort your mind as much as my body can. Talk to me, Rakai. I’m the safe place your heart is crying for.”
“Damn, Latia. You’d better speak life into your man. Alright, let me finish breakfast, and then we can talk.”
My chest expands like it’s been cut open by a heart surgeon who’s preparing to repair damage to the chambers.
“Let me tell you something else... There is nothing sexier than a man wearing an apron in nothing but socks.”
A low chuckle escapes my mouth at hearing Latia’s words because when I decided to cook, I didn’t take the time to put clothes on. My plan was to serve her in bed and spend an hour or two between her legs.
“Is there something?—”
Turning off the stove, I open the microwave and pull out the plate with bacon and sausage only.
“Nah, you’re good. I’m done.”
Placing the omelet on the plate, I grab the second plate with identical options and walk to the table where Latia sits.
“Ooh, this looks good. What’s in the omelet?”
“Cheese, spinach, and tomatoes. Mine has those things plus mushrooms. Would you like orange or apple juice? I have both or water if you’d like that.”
“Ooh, I like all of that in my omelet. Can I have apple juice, please?”
Switching my plate with Latia’s, I smile while leaning to kiss her lips, and my dick twitches in response.
“You can have everything you want from me, mama.”
“Thank you, Rakai.” Latia’s breathy tone has a smirk sliding into place before I walk away to retrieve her juice and my water.
“Ten years ago, I thought I had life figured out and a woman who would go through the trenches with me. It goes to show that women aren’t the only ones to fall for a manipulator.
My ex sold me so many pipe dreams about our future that I should be suing her ass for fraud.
I know it seems like I’m moving too fast and my feelings for you aren’t real.
However, I’ve lived long enough to know and understand the skipping of my heartbeat whenever you’re around.
I also don’t believe that it was by happenstance that I was the person to stop Kodak that night. ”
I stop talking when Latia’s hand soothingly runs up and down mine.
We’re currently sitting Indian-style on my bed, which would be comical under normal conditions due to our nude state.
Yet, the heaviness floating around the room erases any thought of comedy from the equation.
Latia’s rapt attention is on me, and the comfort shining in her eyes motivates me to express my next thought.
“Long before I saw you, I felt your presence, and it’s what’s been fueling my actions since that day. I’m just praying it’s not too overwhelming for you.”
“While my feelings are increasing by the day, I’m not yet at the point of love. I’m also not one to question or judge a person’s feelings, so you’re good. As long as you respect, appreciate, esteem, nurture me, and continue cultivating what we’re building, we’ll be fine.”
“Then we’re definitely gonna be fine. If my ex didn’t teach me anything else, she taught me how to listen to the spoken and unspoken words a woman expresses.”
“Good. What is it you need from the woman you’re with? It’s important for me not only to receive what you have to offer but also to provide whatever you need.”
“It’s simple. All I need is loyalty, affection, quality time, and consistency, which my past relationships lacked. I also enjoy witnessing the beauty in things that others often take for granted. It’s why I had you moon gazing not long ago.”
“So do I, which I know you know after our date. Take me on a nature walk, stargazing, or to an art gallery any day, and I’d be one happy woman.”
Hearing Latia’s words has a lopsided grin forming at our mutual appreciation of art and nature. My appreciation for simple things, including art, came from being locked down for five years and not having the privilege of enjoying those things.