Chapter 10 #2
Princess wrapped her arms around my neck, and on instinct, I grabbed the back of her head with my hands. For a moment, I’d forgotten where we were. I’d forgotten that we were in our daughter’s room, forgotten about the world, forgotten about the things that sat heavy on my shoulders.
After what felt like the best minute of my life, she pulled back a little to breathe and rested her forehead on mine. Then, she grabbed my hand.
“Come on,” she whispered.
I let her lead me out. With my free hand, I shut Yana’s door lightly behind us and made sure the clock wouldn’t wake her. Princess kept a hold of my hand the whole time, as if she didn’t want to let me go. She guided me down the hallway to my room, our steps the only sound in the quiet house.
When we reached the door, she didn’t hesitate.
She shut the door behind us, immediately turned to me, and kissed me deeply again, as if she’d been holding back before.
Her hands slid up my chest, soft and warm, with her fingers gliding across my nipples like feathers.
That always turned me on. It felt like muscle memory, like she was relearning me and the things that used to get me there.
I felt my body tingling everywhere. She skimmed her tongue from my mouth and onto my neck the same way she used to when we were in love.
I exhaled and settled my hands on her waist.
It felt so good to be touched like this.
It had been a long time since I allowed someone to be intimate with me in this way.
I never explained to the women I’d seen about the things I liked or disliked.
Most of the time, I just busted my nut and went on my way.
But this was special. This time, it meant more than that.
Guilt washed over me again as I thought about that.
Amora popped into my mind. She had been the only girl, after Princess, who I allowed to get even a sliver of a glimpse into the real me.
I opened up to her once on accident after a few glasses of champagne and a few times after—never anything too serious, but enough for her to show genuine concern.
Even then, it never felt right. It never felt the same as it had with Princess.
“Prin, . . .” I murmured. “I really have to tell yo—”
“Ssshh . . .” Her palms moved over my shoulders and to my mouth.
She placed her finger on my lips and pushed me back.
I stepped backward slowly until I reached the end of the bed.
She kissed me again, moving her hands down my arms and back up to my chest. Then, she slowly tugged at my shirt.
It wasn’t rushed, but slow, as if she wanted to savor the moment.
I lifted my arms and allowed her to pull it off.
The tip of her tongue met my nipples, and she flicked it up and down. I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure. The warmth of her breath and the wetness of her mouth sent sparks up and down my chest. That shit felt so good. It surprised me that she remembered that after all those years.
When she lifted her head, she pushed me back on the bed. The second I felt the fabric of the comforter on my back, her hands were there again, tracing the lines of my chest as if she were claiming her place.
She unbuckled my jeans and smoothly pulled the zipper down, as she got on her knees in front of me, tugging at my jeans and signaling me to lift and let her take them off.
I did as she wished. The mattress dipped under me, and when both my pants and my drawers were at my ankles, Princess gathered her curls into a ponytail and leaned forward.
She looked into my eyes with fire behind them, which let me know she was in control. I loved it when a woman knew what she wanted and took it from me without permission. I bit my bottom lip and felt my dick swell up, anticipating what was to come next.
Princess placed both hands on my shaft, and with eyes still locked on mine, she let spit drool from her mouth onto the tip. I watched as it rolled down slowly onto her hands. Before it could go down further, she opened her mouth and sucked it back up.
“Fuck . . . Damn, baby,” I muttered.
She stroked my dick with both hands and bobbed her head.
Her hands twisted as she rubbed up and down and moaned at the same time.
That sent a chill throughout my body. She went faster, and I felt it building up in me, thick and hot, like my whole body was being pulled toward the edge.
Every time her hands slid, it pushed me closer to losing it.
“Prin, wait . . . You ’bout to make me cum, baby.”
“Bust in my mouth, daddy,” she breathed out through a shaky voice.
Those words almost sent me. Instead, I grabbed the bottom of her chin and lifted her head to face me.
“You always been dangerous with that mouth,” I began. “Now, let me handle you. Get on this dick.”
Princess smiled and stood up slowly. She took a step back and pulled her panties down slowly as I lay back, propped on my elbows.
When she finished, she took a step back toward me and climbed on top.
I moaned at the feeling. Her pussy was wet and tight, and the whimper she let out let me know she felt it too.
“Damn, you feel so good, baby.” I exhaled.
“I love this dick!” she exclaimed.
“I love this pussy. I love you too.”
“I love you.”
The words didn’t feel as if they were just something we said because the mood was hot. It felt as if the truth had finally caught up to us. Every thrust of my hips under her, and every squeal she let out, felt so much better than the last time, not because it was wilder, but because it was deeper.
It was the way she looked at me between the curls that hung over her face and the way her hands grabbed at my shoulders and let me know to stay right there. The way I took my time and talked her through her nut as if pleasing her was the only thing that mattered.
When she finally came undone, she laid her head on my chest, shaking and breathless. I held her like the moment was sacred until I heard tiny snores coming from her.
I kissed the top of her head and felt my breath go back to normal. It was so quiet. I swore I could hear the thud of my heart in my chest.
The moment felt so peaceful. I didn’t even remember closing my eyes.
I just remembered lying there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how the truth wouldn’t go away just because of what had just happened.
The next thing I remembered was waking up to silence.
I blinked, confused, and sat up in bed. The blanket was still on me, but Princess was gone. The house was still and quiet.
I reached over to check my phone, but it was missing from the nightstand. I tossed the blanket off and searched for it under the covers until I heard it flop on the floor. When I tapped the screen, I saw a text from Princess. I unlocked the screen and read the message.
Princess: We didn’t wanna wake you. We’re headed to the airport now. Probably already be there by the time you see this. Call me when you wake up. I love you.
My chest tightened.
I went back to the messages and tapped on another text from Yana.
Yana: Bye dad don’t be too sad without me. I’ll be back soon.
I stared at the screen. I wanted to take them to the airport myself, but through all the wine the night before, I saw I forgot to cancel the driver. I sighed, wrapped my legs around the side of the bed, and rested my head in my hands.
As I got up and walked through the house, my first stop was Yana’s room. I opened the door, and the bed was made perfectly, and her bags were gone. I exhaled and shut the door.
I walked back to the kitchen and noticed it was clean.
The wineglasses and empty bowls of popcorn from the night before were in the dishwasher, clean and ready to be put back into the cabinets.
I didn’t know if I realized it before, but my place was uncomfortably quiet without them being there. It made me want to get out of there.
I heard my phone ding from the bedroom. With a grunt, I walked back to the room and tapped my phone. It was another message from Amora.
I was done pretending that if I ignored it, if I just worked through my problems, then they would just go away.
I needed to get this cleared up and off my conscience before it destroyed me and everything I was working to build with Princess and my daughter.
I decided at that moment to take charge and face this.
Amora: Dude, foreal. You ready to talk?
I stared at the message for a moment before I replied.
Me: Yeah. I’m on my way over there.