14. Latia
Latia
Y ou are the reason I totally melt inside.
You are why I’m giving love a try.
From the inflection of your pet name to the grip of your hold at night.
You are the reason my heart joyously sings with unabashed delight.
My lover, my life, you, Rakai Crawford, are why my life feels right.
My protector, my safety net, you’ve swiftly become the love of my life.
“Lord, this man has me writing cheesy poems.” Shaking my head, I put my pen down and closed the journal in front of me.
It’s been a week since our discussion about the job offer and I have been all over the place mentally and emotionally.
Things between Rakai and me have been moving along, and with each passing day, my heart has been expanding to his presence in my life.
Love has been a foregone conclusion that I’m no longer fighting against. Yet, the elephant in the room about the possibility of my moving is weighing on me heavily.
I’ve been contemplating what accepting the position will mean, which shifts me to think about Rakai.
I’m torn about what to do, so I’ve been silently moving through my feelings while pretending everything is as it was pre-offer.
Now, I’m distracted while writing mushy poems about Rakai.
I think the last time I wrote a poem about a man I was feeling was in high school, after Ms. Norris challenged my class to exercise ourselves for her creative writing assignment.
At the time, I thought love was Teddy Brooks carrying my books and telling Natalie I was his main squeeze.
Boy, did I set myself up for a rude awakening when I caught Natalie sucking Teddy’s dick three weeks later.
Hearing Teddy tell Natalie he loved her repeatedly let me know that he had found someone new to squeeze.
The vibrations from my phone has me picking it up to see Rakai’s name flashing on my screen.
“Hello?”
“I just wanted to call to check on you. How’s your day been, mama?”
My smile matches the drumming in my chest at hearing Rakai’s thick cords penetrating my ear canal. This is one of the reasons Rakai has me penning sappy love poems. His ability to be present hasn’t changed since claiming me.
“Uneventful. I was thinking about you, though.”
“Oh, yeah? What were you thinking?” Rakai’s octave drops, causing me to clench my thighs together and lick my quickly drying lips.
“Today would be a great day for dinner and a movie while lying in your arms.”
“Bet. Let me wrap up something at the office, and I’ll head your way.”
Wrinkles spread on my forehead because I didn’t know Rakai was at work since today is Saturday. Despite working at a news station where something is always happening, I work Monday through Friday and an occasional Saturday if something pressing needs my attention.
“I didn’t realize you were working today.”
“Yeah, had to take care of something, but I should be able to head your way within the next hour or two. Do you need me to pick up anything? Popcorn? Something for dinner? Wine?”
“Nope. Do you have an aversion to shrimp?”
“Nah. There aren’t too many things I don’t or won’t eat.”
“Okay. Great. I have everything I need. I’ll see you soon.”
“Are you alright, mama? Had I known this goofy shit was gonna have you crying like this, I would have picked our first movie.”
Rakai and I are lying on my couch after consuming the creamy garlic shrimp pasta I made for dinner.
Lying in his arms was a feeling I had been waiting for since he walked through my front door.
Either the long day or my pasta dish had Rakai sluggishly granting me the opportunity to choose our movie.
Scrolling on Tubi had me coming across my favorite pig and spider film before stopping to let the movie play.
Rakai didn’t utter a single complaint when I told him it was one of my favorites.
All had been going well until now, watching the spider reach the end of her life and the pig’s emotional reaction.
“This part is so sad, and even the pig is crying,” I whine, wiping the water from the corners of my eyes.
“Aww. It’s okay, mama. The spider is going to bug heaven. She’s fought a good fight and spun many webs. It’s time for her to rest,” Rakai tells me while running his hand up and down my arm.
Lifting my head from Rakai’s chest, I look into his eyes to see humor and sarcasm staring back at me before chuckles escape his mouth. Slapping Rakai’s chest, I shake my head before removing the remaining moisture from my face.
“Don’t be teasing me, bae.”
“What? All I said was that the spider is gonna be good. See? Look.” Rakai nods toward the screen, where the pig grabs the sack of babies the spider leaves behind.
Picking up the remote, I stop the movie and go back to the home screen to find something else to watch.
“What’s wrong? It was about to get good.” The sarcastic tone in Rakai’s voice has me turning and glowering at him before resuming my search. “I’m not sure what the problem is. I was just about to?—”
“Hush, Rakai. Don’t be making fun of me for being a baby. I know I’m?—”
“My baby and allowed to cry over a pig and spider whose friendship has been baffling me since I watched this movie while keeping an eye on one of my co-workers’ kids not too long ago.”
“They might have been different species, but neither of them had a problem making friends. Sometimes people need a lesson on removing barriers to find lasting friendships.”
Rakai just looks at me for a second, leaving me to wonder what he’s thinking and if my ability to be compassionate has gone over his head.
“Who knew my woman could be wise and intuitive. Teach me more, ole wise one.” Rakai smirks, pulling me into his arms and tickling my side, causing me to laugh like a schoolgirl.
“Okay! Okay!” I laugh, twisting in Rakai’s arms, trying to get him to stop tickling me as my eyes release water for a different reason.
“Tell me you love me, and I’ll stop,” Rakai requests humorously in his statement.
Giggling, I clamp my mouth shut, causing Rakai to continue tickling me, and an urge to pee hits me, forcing me to try to wave the white flag.
“I gotta pee. I gotta pee, Rakai.”
“Tell me you love me then, mama.”
“Okay. Okay. I love… I love...” I drag out until Rakai’s hands stop moving, and he sits me up while waiting for me to tell him what he wants to know.
Easing from the couch, I look at Rakai while calculating the distance and speed necessary to reach the bathroom.
“I’m waiting.”
With a smirk and a slight head start from the small steps I’m taking away from Rakai, I shout my answer before making a mad dash to my safety net.
“I love... Wilbur.”
“Pleaseeee, bae,” I whine.
“Nah. Last I checked, my name ain’t Wilbur, and since you confessed your love to him, he should be the one fucking you to sleep tonight.”
The joke was on me because Rakai did not react to my false love claim until this moment.
After spending twenty minutes in the bathroom killing time, I emerged to find Rakai where I left him, quoting lines from another movie that was playing on the TV.
Rakai let me resume my spot on his chest with his arm resting around my waist. I should have known not to trust his nonchalant attitude because my horny ass is finding out how petty Rakai can be.
“How is Wilbur gonna do that when he’s an animal, Rakai?” I ask, rolling my eyes in the dark.
I thought everything was good after we watched two movies and then went to take a shower.
Seeing Rakai’s dick jumping in the shower had my mouth watering to taste him, but Rakai wouldn’t let me touch him.
In fact, I had to watch Rakai wash his body with my hormones going haywire with every passing caress of the washcloth.
If that wasn’t worse, Rakai cleaned me from head to toe in the most sensual way.
Now, here we are in bed with Rakai lying naked, and me salivating to have him between my thighs.
“Hm. It seems we both have a problem then, don’t we? You see, I was ready to pump my fist about my woman telling me she loves me again, only to learn that a pig is where her affections lie. I don’t think my bruised ego can allow my dick to get hard.”
Reaching down, I grip the stiff, veiny third leg, standing at attention between Rakai’s legs before responding.
“Be fucking for real when your dick is resting in my hand harder than the calculus I took my senior year of high school.”
“Unhand me, woman. I’m more than a piece of meat. You won’t hurt my feelings and then objectify me.”
Fed up with Rakai’s protesting, I decide to take matters into my own hands.
The thought of going to bed with a leaky pussy that Rakai is capable of beating out the frame pisses me off.
Thoughts heavily invade my mind about the satisfaction of becoming one with Rakai again.
Tightening my grip on his pulsing dick, I slowly ease over to my prize.
Pleasure surges throughout my body upon feeling Rakai’s dick throb and harden beneath my greedy hands.
Opening and closing my hand a few times, enjoying the feeling of his awakening, I lick my lips, waiting to see how Rakai will respond.
“What are you—” Rakai starts before I cut off his words by lowering my head and slowly moving my tongue up and down his pulsating dick.
“Mm, I think this will compensate for the lack of dessert after dinner.”
Swallowing his dick, I gag slightly when it hits the back of my throat.
“Got damn, Latia!” Rakai sputters, gripping my hair so tightly that pain surges throughout my head.
Sucking deeper, tasting his pre-cum fuels my need to keep going in an attempt to get him to lose control.
“Shit! Come on, mama. You’re not playing fair. I wa-wanted to te-teach you a lesson,” Rakai stammers.
Instead of responding, I suck harder, leaking some of the saliva collecting in my mouth.
“Mm,” I moan, grabbing Rakai’s balls while adding more suction to my mouth.
“Any moment now… we’re gonna be beyond the point of retreat. Come up, mama,” Rakai grunts.
Tightening my suction with force, Rakai’s cum shoots quickly down my throat. Swallowing every drop, I peer up at him, licking my lips.
“Now, bae, that was the precursor for dessert. So... are you ready to forgive me, or do I need to try harder?”
“Bring your ass up here. Next time, make sure you—” Rakai’s words stall in his mouth when I kiss his shaft.
“I love you, Rakai.”
“I love your spiteful ass, too. Now, climb on so I can fuck you to sleep, mama.”
“Thank you.”