Chapter 8
For the next hour, I sat in the parking lot, trying not to lose my shit.
I wanted to give her time to read the letter and process her feelings.
It felt as if a lifetime had gone by while I waited.
When I received her text, I replied immediately, and my hands shook as I typed those four words.
I rushed out of my car but paused when I realized it might raise questions if I arrived in less than a minute.
I closed and locked my car door and leaned against it.
I tried to wait a believable amount of time, but I’d been waiting for this moment for over thirteen years, and I couldn’t wait any longer. About three minutes after I responded to her text, I was headed to the entrance of the building.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I love you so fucking much.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her forehead against mine, and we got lost in each other for the next few minutes. When I finally put her down, I took a step back and cupped her face as we looked into each other’s eyes.
“I love you too.”
“Do you?”
“I never stopped. I just—”
“Shh.”
It was risky, but I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. When she opened her mouth to receive my tongue, there was no turning back. I cupped her ass, lifting her ever so slightly, and she did the rest, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Our kiss became more passionate with every rotation of my tongue around hers. It was like we were starved, and the only remedy was each other. I reached behind me to lock the door before heading down the short hallway to her bedroom.
When we reached her bed, I placed her down and begrudgingly tore my mouth away from hers. A lamp in the corner of the room provided a dim light, and I stood over her, noticing a wave of emotions on her face.
“Am I moving too fast?” I asked, and she moved her head from left to right. “Tell me I can keep going.”
She reached for the belt to her robe, untying it and letting it fall open. My dick was already hard, but having Ginae offer me her body like this, without a second thought, had my shit ready to explode and my mouth watering.
“Keep going,” she urged.
I didn’t hesitate to lift my shirt over my head, get on my knees, put her legs on my shoulder, and bury my face in her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” she blurted out at the first swipe of my tongue.
For the first time in over a decade, my soul was at rest, my mind was at ease, and my heart was whole. Ginae’s pussy tasted better than I remembered, and I literally wanted to drown my face in her juices. Based on the way she pressed on the back of my head, we wanted the same thing.
I worked my tongue through the crevices of her pussy, savoring each molecule of flavor, praying that the remnants remained on my tongue forever.
“Give me what I want, baby.”
“Shit, Phy. It’s cum—I’m cummi—oh my—shit!”
Her juices shot out like a fire hydrant, so fast and hard that I couldn’t catch it all in my mouth, but damn if I didn’t try. Her body tensed, shook, and shivered, as my tongue and fingers continued to lick and stroke her into a state of oblivion.
“Phyre, please,” she pleaded, pushing my head away from her center and attempting to scoot back.
“Nah. C’mere, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Let me catch my—”
I hovered above her, covering her mouth with mine, pressing my tongue between her lips, giving her the opportunity to taste her sweetness. Her tune had changed quickly, and she moaned, slipping her hands between us. When I felt her slide one of them into my pants, I smiled against her lips.
“Hold on, baby,” I said, getting back on my feet.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m giving you a chance to stop this before it goes too far.”
“I don’t want to stop. I want it,” she whined.
“You want this?” I grabbed my dick, and she nodded. “You can only have this dick if you want this too.” I pointed to my heart. “It’s a package deal. If you don’t want both, I’ll see my way out.”
“Phyre—”
“It’s a yes or no question, baby. You know where I stand. I can get pussy anywhere, but I want your pussy, and your pussy alone, for the rest of my life. We got some shit to sort out, but once I enter you, ain’t no turning back. Do you understand?”
She nodded vigorously, but that wasn’t enough.
“Sweetness, are we clear?”
“We’re clear.”
When I pushed my sweats and underwear down, my dick popped out, ready to give her what she wanted.
I noticed Ginae licking her lips, and as much as I would love to shoot my seeds down her throat, that would have to wait.
Her legs were wide open, and as I crawled between them, I stroked my dick while looking into her eyes.
“I love you,” I said as I lined my dick up to her entrance and pressed my way inside.
“Mmm, shit.”
She moaned as her pussy adjusted to my size. I tucked my arms underneath her thighs, giving myself a better angle to hit her spot. Slowly, deliberately, and with the nastiest intentions, I reminded Ginae what this dick was capable of, just in case her memory had failed her.
“Whose pussy is this, baby?”
“It’s yours, Phy. It’s always been yours.”
“I know you gave my pussy to some other niggas, but I’m here to remind you who it belongs to. You ready for that, Sweetness? You ready for me to put my name on this shit and fuck this pussy so good that she dries up at the thought of another nigga coming near her?”
I continued to deliver deep, hard strokes while I talked shit with my lips brushing against her ear.
“Yes, baby. Remind me.”
Her encouragement sent me into another realm. Before long, I had her speaking in the tongues of an unknown origin. Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears, and I could listen to her all night.
She came so many times, I lost count, but I wanted her to cum again. I’d missed her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her back arching a foot off the bed, and her delicate hands pushing me away only to bring me back seconds later.
Our lovemaking had always been out of this world.
It was something I’d never be able to explain if asked, and when she left me, I didn’t have sex with another woman for over a year.
Nothing in life could be compared to being with Ginae, and I had to be one of God’s favorites because I believed He was solely responsible for this reunion.
The last time she came, she summoned my nut, and I shot my seeds deep into her womb. Everything about it was intentional, because our happily ever after started today.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
“Barely. I’m surprised you are.”
After hours of making love, we showered, changed the sheets, and fell into bed.
It had been about an hour, and I’d been replaying the events of the evening, but finally starting to doze off.
I was lying on my back with Ginae at my side.
Her head was on my chest while one of her legs was draped over both of mine.
“I’m exhausted . . . physically and emotionally, but I can’t sleep.”
“I feel you. You wanna talk?”
“Do you?” she questioned, slightly lifting her head.
“Nothing has changed, Nae. I can still talk to you all night about the most random things, but I know you have questions. Ask away.”
“Are you married?”
She couldn’t see my face, but I frowned. “What kinda nigga do you think I am?”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“Yeah. With you. Now, be serious.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“No. The only person I’ve ever considered marrying is you.”
“Do you have children?”
“The only woman I’d ever bless with my seeds is you. Ask me again nine months from now.”
“Why didn’t you make me listen to your side of the story?”
“Make you? Really, Nae? How would that have looked, with you prepared to call the police, and you know exactly how that would’ve gone.”
“I was fucked up after you left. A part of me didn’t want to see your face ever again in life, but I also wished you had tried harder to explain.”
“I love you, but you’ve gotta take some accountability. I saw the pain in your eyes and heard it in your voice. You wouldn’t have been receptive to anything I said in that moment. And again, you threatened to call the police, baby. What did you expect?”
“But you could’ve given me a few days to cool off and come back.”
I chuckled. “You don’t want to take any accountability, huh?”
“I mean, you were engaged to marry another woman while we were in a relationship.”
“I can’t argue that, and when you found out about the engagement, you weren’t interested in hearing what I had to say.
That part, and that part only, is on you, and I understand your reaction.
If it makes you feel better about the situation, I went back to talk to you, but you had already left town. ”
She sat up and put her back against the headboard, covering her breasts with the sheet. I remained lying down but turned onto my side to face her.
“Phyre, I didn’t leave until a month later. It took you that long to come back.”
“I would’ve come sooner, but I was in jail.”
“What?”
“I was locked up for thirty-three days, and I came to you as soon as I was released. When no one answered, I asked the girl who lived across the hall how long you’d been gone, and she told me you’d left town a few days prior.
I could’ve done some digging, hired a private investigator, and hunted you down, but at the time, my pride wouldn’t allow it.
I know I didn’t have a right, but I was pissed at you. ”
“You were pissed at me? And why were you in jail?”
“Hell yeah, I was pissed. I had no right to be, but I couldn’t believe you’d left town without hearing me out.
I was in jail because I beat my father up pretty bad, .
. . some say I almost killed him, and he had me arrested.
He didn’t press charges, but he knew the chief and paid him to keep me there for a month to teach me a lesson. ”
“Wow. That’s . . . that’s crazy. Do you mind telling me what happened?”
“I didn’t put this part in the letter because I honestly hate thinking about the darkest time of my life, but for you, I will.”
“Thank you.”
“When I left your place, I had murderous thoughts on my mind. I wasn’t positive, but my gut told me Kavia had sent you those messages.
I went straight to her place, and when she saw me, her expression told me what I needed to know.
She eventually admitted being responsible without any prompting.
I don’t condone violence toward women, but I would’ve choked her out had her brother not come over. ”
“Oh my God.”
“It was bad. I said some pretty vile words to her before leaving, which I don’t regret, and went straight to my parents’ house with murder still on my mind.
When I told them I refused to marry Kavia, and the engagement was off, my father got in my face, pushing me and spewing threats left and right.
I stood up to him and matched his energy.
He was taken aback when I pushed him, rolled up his sleeves, and challenged me to a fight.
I didn’t want to, and I tried to leave. He wouldn’t back down and said if I beat his ass, I didn’t have to marry Kavia.
You can assume what happened based on what I’ve already told you. ”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. Damn is right. He stopped paying for school. I got a job and took out loans to pay for it myself. I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve spoken since then.
I probably only see him twice a year at a social event, and we act like strangers.
I only visit my parents’ home when I know he won’t be there. ”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby, but I won’t talk about the shit with my pops again.”
“Okay.” She quickly agreed. “Why weren’t you up-front with me when things between us got serious?”
“What were the odds of you being cool with it?”
“Tuh. None. I guess you have a point.”
I sat up next to her and tapped her leg. After straddling me, she rested her hands on either side of my waist while I caressed her lower back.
“I wanted to be honest with you, and I tried to tell you many times. You weren’t the type of woman who would agree to that, and I knew once I told you, you’d be done with me.”
“You were right,” she said.
“When I realized I was in love with you, I lost many nights of sleep trying to figure out what to do. I didn’t want to give up my dream of becoming a doctor, but I had no money to pay for school on my own.
I didn’t want to let you go, because realizing my dream without you by my side wouldn’t mean as much. I was on the verge of losing my mind.”
“Our last night together, something felt different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Now that I think back, you’d been different for a few weeks, but I thought it had something to do with school. I mean, you were studying to become a doctor, so I attributed it to your studies.”
“I did my best to hide it, but sometimes I struggled.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Maybe if I’d—”
“Nah. I’m not about to let you take any blame .
. . accountability for not letting me explain, yes, but I’m the only one to blame.
I should’ve been man enough to share what I was going through.
It would’ve still hurt, but it would’ve been better coming from me.
I can’t imagine how you felt when you got that text. ”
“It was like a sledgehammer to my gut, but let’s not dwell on the past.”
“Are you ready to talk about our future?”
“If the future consists of me riding your dick until the sun comes up, . . . absolutely.”