Chapter Sixteen
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Head Games
M egan Thee Stallion’s, ‘BOA,’ blasted through his living room speakers while Lennox beat Nadia’s ass like a drum in a game of Resident Evil. He was able to set it to multiplayer, and though she was getting slaughtered, she was still holding her own.
“Turn that shit up!” she barked, dark rage in her eyes as her bruised ego swelled and angst grew.
“Hey, don’t catch an attitude. You did this to yourself.” He tossed up his hands, stifling a laugh. “You wanted to play against me, instead of us working together to kill these motherfuckers. Teamwork makes the dream work.”
“I work alone.” She cackled. “Seriously though, I’m just not familiar with this version is all.”
“Another one is coming out soon.”
“I’ll play that one, too. See, you have an unfair advantage ’cause you play this a lot and I’m rusty. This is Resident Evil 4, right? ”
“Nah, baby. This is Resident Evil 6. I’ve got Resident Evil 7, too. Biohazard. That one is totally virtual reality though, and freaky as hell. I also have Resident Evil Village/Shadow of Rose. That one is pretty good, too. R.E. 7 though I’d have to say is one of my favorites. It takes place in an old house where an experiment went wrong.”
“That actually sounds fun. I may want to look at that later on.”
“I have 4 though, if you want to play that instead.”
“No, this is fine. I didn’t like the one set in Africa.”
“Yeah, a lot of people feel that way, but it helped the storyline move forward. I’m more of a Call of Duty man, but this is cool, too.”
“I guess. Anyway, I’m still a better player than you. Just watch!” she snapped, her eyes glued to the large screen as she barely avoided yet another run-in with a dangerous beast.
“Pshhh! I got way more kills than you, girl. Doesn’t matter how quick or pretty you move. A dead man is a dead man. You suck. Just admit it. Don’t get mad, get even.” He poked the bear, loving taunting her. She shot him a crossed look. He winked at her, she rolled her eyes, licked her nail, then presented her erect middle finger with the same hand. Sexy, mean ass…
Laughing, he grabbed his stereo remote and turned the volume up so loud that he could barely hear her cursing him out now. She began swaying to the music while she played the game—laser-focused as she aimed at several aggressive zombies that were gunning for her.
He noticed his favorite baseball bat rolling from beneath the couch, pushed it aside, then sat back down next to her. Here they were. Two thirty-something-year-olds playing video games… No judgment. No shaming. It was so natural. As natural as day and night. She said she wasn’t a gamer per se, and he didn’t coin himself as one either, but he enjoyed it. It was something to do. Something to concentrate on. Something to drown out his troubles in.
“When d’you first start gettin’ into this?”
“Resident Evil?”
“Well, no. Video games in general.”
“Oh.” He yawned and leaned back. “There’s no story, really. I just… wait.” A memory resurfaced, one he hadn’t mulled before. “You know what? I take that back. I actually started playin’ them a lot more after my mother passed away. Silva and I were showered wit’ a bunch of gifts from our father when Mama died. I guess he thought that would ease the pain. A bunch of materialistic shit. Got pain? Throw money at it.” He made a gesture as if he were making a free throw in basketball and shook his head.
“Money don’t do shit but train us to not feel anything, but that’s short-lived. Sounds like your father was trying to help, but didn’t really know how.” He nodded in agreement. “My mama didn’t have money to throw at me and my brother when upsetting things happened to us, but she’d turn on the TV and allow us to watch somethin’ we wanted to see, or cook a bunch of food. A damn hot dog and a Tyler Perry movie ain’t gonna make me any less sad that my daddy was with a whole ’nother family… and he accepted his new wife talkin’ to me any ol’ kind of way, which made my mama all crazy.” She sucked her teeth .
“Anyway, this isn’t about me. I hear you. I hear you loud and clear. Thing is, you don’t have to be sad by yourself no more. I’m here… We can be sad together. We can talk like we used to, only now we’re better able to get through it. Oh, shit!!! He’s on my ass!” She kept playing, her eyes on the prize. And yet, he felt heard. He felt understood.
…Thumbs smashing the controllers… Shit talking… Wine glasses empty, then PAUSE. Refilled. More wine. More shit talking. Smoke floating in the air from a blown out white candle and incense burning… Laughter.
“Shit! He almost got me! Len, how the hell do I get out of this area? I’m runnin’ outta ammo! Damn it!” She was practically beating the controller to death, her face twisted in concentration so deep, it rivaled the lower bowels of the pits of hell.
“You are being too aggressive with my shit, Nadia.” He was torn between wanting to laugh and tell her to calm down and cool it.
BAM! BAM!
“A! You’re about to break my shit and still get killed anyway! Slow the hell down. Relax.”
“Would you please be quiet?! You ain’t even answering my question, or helping. You’re just messin’ up my concentration with all that background noise coming out of your mouth! Rah rah rah rah… Sounds like the Charlie Brown teacher.” And then she burst out laughing when she looked back and caught him staring daggers at her.
He laughed lazily, biting his lip and shaking his head. He remembered way back when the two of them had funny little spats like this… She was always competitive, but mostly with herself. Maybe her internal storms were the scariest of all? They outrivaled zombies, killing machine robots, rabid monster werewolves, and any dystopian apocalypse on the silver screen, or between written pages. So much so, nothing scared her. Except perhaps not being heard, and not being believed… Therefore, she made certain that she was at least seen.
The reality of that being a true possibility hit him like a ton of bricks.
Nadia focused back on the game. She bit into her lower lip so hard, it looked as if it would bleed. The woman’s hands were moving fast and she was completely zoned in. Beautiful, nasty devil. Competitive little demon . And he loved it. She was actually quite good at the game. He simply was better, and wanted to make sure she knew it since she’d sold all of those wolf tickets. Besides, they both were competitive as hell. It was one of the things that drew them to one another, and all in good fun.
“Damn it! That’s it. They got me. You got lucky because I’m out of practice, Lennox.” She tossed the controller down onto the couch, pointed her finger in his direction, then stormed off towards the kitchen as if she lived there. Instead of taking his turn, he put the game on pause and followed her in. She opened cabinet after cabinet, looking mad as hell as she closed them with vitriol, but not quite a slam.
“Hi, my name is Lennox Wilde. I don’t believe we’ve met. I live here. Can I help you find something?” he joked as she fluttered from cabinet to cabinet .
Her chest was heaving when she slowly turned in his direction. A smirk creased her face, and then she burst out laughing.
“I figured I wasn’t a guest.” She shrugged. “We’ve known each other too long for that, and you know all about me. I thought I was just your girl, one that you can also kick it with.”
“My girl, huh?” He crossed his arms. “I like the sound of that.”
Her complexion deepened, and she turned to look inside of an open top cabinet filled with nothing but old plates he’d purchased from Target years ago but never used, and a vast collection of shot glasses. “You think it’s strange that a woman likes video games like that, don’t you? The violent ones?” She opened another cabinet before he could respond. “I want some Cheetos or Doritos. Got any?”
“No, I rarely eat that shit. Full of sodium and bad ingredients, but I know that you’re not in the mood for a nutritional lecture.” He walked behind her and opened up his small pantry door. “And no, I don’t think it’s strange that you play violent video games, and are good at them. We’re in a new day and age. Plenty of women enjoy playing boxing games, battle competitions, undead, military or whatever video games with plenty of guns, guts, and glory, and are amazin’ players. I was just joking with you out in the living room. I think you play well, actually. How’d you get that good at it?”
“I used to play it with my brother, and then I got my own system. It relaxes me.”
“Relaxes you? I can’t tell. If that’s relaxation you showed me out in the living room, then I’d hate to see what you being worked up is like.”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
“I’m just warmin’ up. I’ll get you next time, but tonight, I will throw in the towel,” she stated breathlessly, as if she’d just run a marathon. “I lost the bet, so I’ll Cash App you the fifty dollars.”
“I’m good. Take it as me lettin’ you off with a warning. A warning for talkin’ shit.” He winked at her.
“Naw, fair is fair. I’ll send you the money. But uh, yeah… I haven’t played in like seven or eight months though.” She kept wanting to drive home how rusty she was… Now as she said it behind hooded eyes, he wondered if it had a double meaning? He looked over his shoulder at her as she shrugged, then leaned against his kitchen counter, ankles and arms crossed.
He turned back around and scanned each shelf. He had boxes of granola, keto-friendly cereal, and protein bars. Nothing he was certain that she wanted. Then he spotted some chicken crackers. Grabbing the half-empty box that he often used when he fixed his delicious chili on cheat days, one of the few things he cooked to perfection, he turned around and handed them to her.
“Are these okay?”
“Mmm hmm.” She set the box on the counter and tore into them, not making much eye contact “Thank you.” She began shoveling them into her mouth, her glossy stiletto-shaped nails dragging along her lower lip. “When I play video games, my appetite soars,” she explained. “I’m a naturally hyper person, but competition? That makes it worse. Somethin’ about the adrenaline rush, I guess.” She stood there digging into that box, stuffing the crackers into her mouth, one after the other.
A bit of crumb gathered around the right side of her lips, and she licked it away with the tip of her slick pink tongue like a lizard going after a fly. Her bare feet moved about nervously against his floor with each fast and furious chew. The toe nails were cut short and perfect, a glossy light pink color coating each nail, sparkling and gleaming. The top of her right foot had an Ankh on it. The left, an Egyptian beetle and hieroglyphics. Everything about her dripped with beauty, enigmatic energy, and femininity. She kept bouncing about, as if she had ants in her pants. And yet, she remained sexy in the midst of it all. Munchies aside, something about her was different tonight. In a good way. He could feel it. See it. Hear it.
“You didn’t have to take off work tonight,” she stated as she finally began to slow down and chomp softer. “I would’ve understood.” She swallowed the last bit of food in her mouth. Apparently she’d overheard him on the phone when his boss called soon after they arrived at his house, asking him to work that evening.
“Nah.” He waved her off. “They called me into the club last minute and I just let ’em know that I already had plans. I was already scheduled off. I wouldn’t have missed this for nothing.” She looked like a cute little mouse standing there, blushing, turning colors like a prism, holding a half-bitten cracker up to her juicy lips. Looking up at him with big, dark, doe eyes. Eyes so pretty, he wished he could strip down and swim in them. Eyes he believed in his heart were now ready to see more… A lot more.
Her vibe is right tonight. She’s been thinking. She’s been reading. Studying. She’s opened up more to me about a lot, too. She accepted what I told her about my past, and still wants me. I know about her past decisions, too, and never wavered in my desire for her. At one point in time, we were practically best friends. This woman has always had my heart.
The other day she even told me she wants to go back to law school. They weren’t empty words—she was online looking and began making calls and sending emails. That was always her dream, and I want her to have it—but never feel as if I’m pushing her into doing anything. Into being anything she doesn’t want to be. I want the soul of the person I met ten years ago. It’s still there, just wiser now. I want the fucking best for this woman, even if that isn’t me, but I know damn well that it is. Yeah, it’s time. She’s ready…
He leaned forward and caressed her chin, then her cheek.
“Nadia, you’re so damn real, you know that? And so beautiful. I just love everything about you, girl.”
Their eyes hooked, but then she abruptly turned her back to him, barreling towards his refrigerator. She slipped a bottle of Gatorade out, broke the seal, and stood there, now facing him again. Staring him down. Gulping. He watched her throat move. Constricting. Her cheeks compressed as she guzzled the clear liquid. Holding the bottle around the thick center like a dick. She swayed ever so slightly… pirouetting slowly. Barely moving. She had complete, measured control of her body. It was a thing to see, a sight to behold. An unhurried, enchanting dance. She moved like a liquid whisper. Her eyes were full of black sm oke and choked him in hot, seductive flames. Her body, her mind and her electric vibe put him in mind of a seductress, a seasoned snake charmer, and he was definitely rising to the occasion.
“You paused the game,” she stated. A loud crinkling sound rent the air as she crushed the plastic bottle with one hand, then threw it in the recycle bin without looking. Score.
“Yeah. And?”
She closed the gap between them and flattened her breasts into his chest. Looking up at him, she appeared so fragile, yet so strong. Her vulnerability is showing. On purpose. Emotional panties down around her ankles. She’s open. Wide open. The soft warmth from her body sent his into a heatwave.
“Why did you stop the game?”
“That’s a silly question, Nadia. Because you came into my kitchen and we were still playin’. Or so I thought. You came in here.”
“Ain’t no such thing as a silly question.” She smiled, her voice soft, sexy, and a bit raspy. “I came. I saw. I want to make you cum, too. Fuck that game.” She bared her teeth and made as if she were going to chomp the tip of his nose. “I want to play with you now instead.” She took a small step back and smiled, ogling his groin. His dick was semi-hard, and he felt it twitch as her eyes rested there. He ran his hand slowly over it, breaking her scrutiny. Her eyes gradually drifted back up to his. “Am I allowed now?” Her lips curled upward, but her tone seemed tinged with a touch of resentment. “You said I wasn’t ready for you. You had turned me down. Do I finally qualify? ”
“That question goes both ways…”
Wrapping one arm around his neck, she pulled him in for a kiss. He bent down to pluck his flower, and their lips pressed against one another as their breathing became mutually louder and choppy. She groaned as he backed her up against the wall, slamming her in place.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’…”
Nadia walked into Lennox’s dark bedroom and leaned against the wall. It was modest. Extremely clean. A little chilly, too. It smells like starch, a little bleach and fresh laundry in here. He smacked the wall and a dull orange light bathed the room. In a matter of moments, he turned on two blue lava lamps, then lit a stick of incense and several candles he’d taken from a small cupboard in his dining room. Arlo Parks’, ‘Caroline’ played from large pulsing speakers hanging from two corners of his bedroom.
He looked at her a couple of times, but didn’t say anything. She walked to a large window to the left. Tipping the curtains open, she looked out, loving the view. The highway appeared small in the far distance, a cocaine line of light blue and red dust, but the speeding cars lit the sky as ‘Take You There,’ by Pete Rock began to play. She swayed to the easy, lax rap beat.
In the reflection of the window, she looked up and saw a tall, muscular figure coming up behind her. She slowly turned in his direction and took him all in. He was naked from head to toe. Only his necklace and gleaming watch remained.
Thank God for a man…
He stood so close to her, she had no choice but to etch this magnificence from the one above that stood before her. He reached for her and took her hands into his, eerily quiet, but his eyes were nothing but gray smolder and lust. Her heart beat a bit faster as she studied him, wishing she could read his mind. Sex had been nothing more than a game, a means to an end in the most recent years of her life, but with Lennox, no… This was different. This was real. He leaned ever so closer to her, to the point that she could hear his slow, rhythmic breathing over the melody playing. Jet black facial hair, naturally tanned flesh, freckles on his broad, muscular chest, incredible pecs, an eight pack that was so hard it rivaled concrete, tapered waist, an Adonis belt that made her salivate, thick, but well-trimmed black pubic hair that haloed a generous, long, veiny, gorgeous dick, muscular thighs, long legs with unbelievable calves, big, well taken care of feet. The man was not eye candy. He was an entire buffet…
Her voice disappeared as he grabbed the back of her hair, tilted his head, and placed a hot kiss on her lips. She shivered when his tongue plunged deep inside her mouth. She forgot she was still dressed until she felt his hands roaming her body. Not once did he speak since he’d brought her inside of his bedroom. His hands, the music, the vibe and his mouth said it all. The old school song, ‘Mind Blowin’’ by Smooth, now serenaded them. She smiled at that. He knows me so well. She used to dance to that song as an introduction when she’d come out on the stage. But then, her smile slipped. How’d he know?
She shoved the thought out of her mind, her body on fire for him as he ravished her. He kept kissing her as he glided her belt from the loops and forced her pants down to her ankles. She rocked into him as the touch of his big knuckle dragging along her stomach awakened every cell in her body. She felt so small next to him, and yet so safe and protected. A cool nip of air slipped between her legs as he freed her of her underwear. The searing kiss came to an end then and he stepped back, dragging the fabric down her thighs to meet her pants.
She stepped out of them, and he cast them aside. Then, she brought her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. A hot, wet heat circled her breasts. She gasped as the coolness of the window hit her when he gently guided her to it, then pressed her against it with need. He licked and sucked her breasts over her bra, and her eyes fluttered as she fell under his spell. She looked down at him devouring her twin peaks. Teasing her. The room glowed in cerulean shadows and lights from the lava lamps, making his skin appear blue. And hers, too. They blended together like two oceans, their edges watery and cool.
She trailed her lips against his shoulder, then placed a kiss on his flesh. His large hands began to roughly drag against her skin, massage the globes of flesh, and squeeze her breasts. He pushed one out of the confines of her brassiere, then sucked it slow and hard until her nipple was erect with his ministrations inside of his wet mouth.
“Mmmm, shit,” she moaned as she rested once again against the window. “You do that so good, baby…” G-Un it’s, ‘Wanna Get To Know You’ drifted from the speakers. Once she felt him lifting her off the floor, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neckline, clasped her legs around his midriff, and went along for the ride. He walked her to his bed and tossed her down onto her back. She bounced a couple of times, and playfully looked up at him as he stood there, stroking his big dick.
Damn.
It was impossibly harder, making her mouth water just at the sight of it. Snoop Dog’s, ‘Let’s Get Blown’ serenaded them. Waves of incense smoke shifted past their bodies like low flying clouds and lovestruck ghosts. His eyes glistened. She imagined him being some vampire on the prowl as he placed one knee on the bed. She smirked, then crawled until she was sitting in the middle of the bed.
“What you about to do to me, boy?”
His chin tilted upwards and one of the evilest, yet most beautiful smiles creased his face. He slipped his tongue real slow out of his mouth. The damn thing was so long, it went past his fucking chin. It was like he was rolling out the red carpet… He waved it real fast, creased it, made it roll like a fruit rollup, much to her amusement and delight. ‘Motivation,’ by Kelly Rowland, practically broke the speakers as the smooth bass dropped on them. She went to lean back further, but he caught her beforehand, circled his arm around her ass, and ushered her to stay in place.
Lying on his stomach, and she sitting with her legs spread open in the middle of the bed, he settled between her legs. Running a rough, possessive touch along her legs, he pushed her a bit further back onto her hands, which were extended at her sides, her palms pushing into the sheets. This forced her pelvis to tip forward. Now wrapping his arm even tighter around her waist, he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and swayed it back and forth all along the crease of her pussy lips. He took his sweet time and then, he nudged her further open with a wave of his tongue, skating it against her clit, then dragging it against the entrance to her honey walls.
“You taste so fucking good, baby, but I always figured you had some mouthwatering pussy between these gorgeous, long legs of yours…” The cavernous rumble of his deep voice and the slow rise of heat from his warm breath massaged her pussy folds. Her eyes rolled from the sensation, and then he was right back to work. She’d lost track of time, but realized according to the puddle of her own making forming beneath her that he’d been lavishing her with oral affection tirelessly. Her orgasm built slowly and she came quietly, but then another one followed as he sped up and used his fingers to rub her in all the right places.
“Ohhh, that feels good, baby. Yeah… that’s how I like it.” The fast, wet slips and slides of his tongue had pressure, not too hard and not too soft. She ran her fingers through his dark, silky strands of hair, pushing him further into her pussy. “Mmmm! Yes… eat my pussy, baby…” She could feel the warmth and perspiration from his scalp as she dragged her nails through his shiny tresses.
She gyrated her hips from left to right ever so slowly, swinging them like a pendulum. Lennox V’ed her garden open with two fingers from his right hand, his eyes completely closed as he devoured her, one fast and furious nastily delicious slurp at a time. Her pussy filled with nectar as he made her hot all over, his working lips and tongue sending her to a place where only orgasms dwelled, and women yelled. He seemed to know exactly what to do and when to fucking do it. He’d go from long, slow, oral strokes up and down her clit, as if sauntering down a country road, to fast tongue fucking like city slicker talking the talk. She squealed when he brought two fingers to his mouth, sucked them to get them wet, then shoved them inside of her. Thrusting deeply.
“Fuckin’ beautiful as ever… you’re kinda tight, baby. I need to open you up. Make sure you can handle this dick. I don’t fuck fair.”
“Uhhhh!” Gripping the sheets with one hand, she held onto his crown with the other, squeezing him to her with a determined clasp. He held onto her all the tighter as his tongue danced against her clit. Her libations poured, dripping from her open foundation as he tasted her over and over. He groaned then swallowed. When he rose from her, he slipped his finger down his chin, collected her juices, tasted them, then smiled. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his chest rose and fell slowly.
Her insides rattled with exhilaration as he reached for her, snatching her off the bed and bringing her into his unrestrained embrace. She shivered as another soft orgasm radiated from her love and spun around in her body like a tornado when he wrapped his strong arms around her and squeezed. She buried her face against his throat as he stroked her shoulders with a gentle hand .
After a few seconds, she broke the silence. “…Shoulda asked this earlier, I hate to break up this, uh, situation… but when was the last time you got tested? I get tested every couple of months. I can show you. I’m on the pill, too.”
He slowly pulled away, slid out of the bed, and grabbed his phone. She laid on her side as she watched him playing around on it. Marcellus TheSinger, ‘Until We Meet,’ began to play. Less than a minute later, he handed her his phone. She read his most recent test results. A little less than six weeks ago, tested negative for everything. She handed the man his phone back, got out of the bed, retrieved her phone from the pockets of her pants, and found the latest email from her doctor, too. She handed it to him, and he read her information. He placed their phones side by side on the nightstand, then opened the top drawer. She slipped under the covers as he brandished three Magnum XL condoms. When he faced her again, his erection was full blown, curving slightly to the right. Her pussy clenched at the sight of it, and her mouth watered. He joined her back on the bed.
His breath fanned her face as he kneeled on the bed before her, stroking his dick. She ran her fingers over the pronounced veins across his chest. She sighed as he cupped her head, and kissed and sucked her neck while still stroking himself. It turned her on so much… the way his big hand barely wrapped around his nature, and the slow and long caresses of his hand along the shaft.
He pressed his mouth to hers, leaving the velvet warmth of the perfect kiss. When he released himself, she stared into his eyes and touched his dick with a delicate hand. They focused on one another as she stroked it the same way he had, wanting to please him. Make him feel good. Her body shrank as she lowered herself until at last, the rounded smoothness of the large head of his cock slipped between her lips. He looked down at her as she licked him like an ice cream cone… the same intensity dancing in his eyes, making her heart skip a beat. Her pussy dripping, she finally saw his eyes clench closed, and a choppy groan escaped his mouth.
“You like how I suck this long, fat, juicy dick of yours, baby?”
“Mmmm hmmm, baby… keep goin’…”
She went down farther. Deeper. Faster. Gagging herself as saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth. He gripped a chunk of hair as she slurped and sucked him, bucking his hips and ruthlessly fucked her mouth. His balls pressed into her chin as she went so deep, she almost choked. She loved how he sounded… deep, masculine growls… how he smelled… musky and clean… how he tasted… salty precum and smooth skin…
“Ahhhh… shit, baby…” he roared.
Eyes still closed, that vein in the center of his head popped—such passion and control on his face as he neared climax. Love surged in her and from her like hot honey. Her mouth burned from the monster pummeling within it. She didn’t care. Her need for him and her love of pleasing him spurred her on. She wanted to taste his story, feel his warm cum fill her mouth, and swallow his worries, but he grabbed her dreams and tossed them aside. She shrieked after he abruptly slipped out of her mouth. In a flash, he’d torn the condom open with his teeth and sheathed himself.
He tossed her on her back in the middle of the bed and forced her legs wide open. Her inner thighs burned as he placed her spread-eagled and pressed his heavy weight into her body, delivering urgent kisses along the way.
“Fuck me. FUCK ME, GOOD, LENNOX!”
He wrapped his hand around her throat as if she told him she needed that, wanted to feel him take control, and then…
“AHHHHH!”
He mercilessly breached her, the lunge sharp, hard and deep. She clawed at him, her voice caught in her throat as she glared at the ceiling. She held onto his slick, wet body, drowning in the lovely scent of his cologne and his sweat. Her body jostled and slid roughly towards the headboard as every inch of his delectable, hard-hitting dick pumped so angrily, yet beautifully, inside of her, bottoming her out. This was how she wanted to receive him. Strong. Hard. Deep. She’d been so wet that he slipped right in, but once he was inside, he touched parts of her that she’d forgotten even existed.
“…Len! SHIT!”
“You told me to fuck you good, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby, you won’t remember any other motherfucker except for me. Mmmm!” He pushed harder, then slowed, gyrating his hips to the rhythm of the music—BadGir’s, ‘Steppin’ Out,’ featuring King George.
“Mmmm! Ohhh, baby! Oh, shit!” She orgasmed, and he cradled her like an infant, slowing his plunges and jabs to a gentle rocking. She blinked as her body shook like a leaf. A tender sweet kiss against her lips.
He buried his face against her cheek, and that sexy ass voice rattled against her eardrum. “Baby girl, I’ve loved you since our days in that pantry at The Red Rooster. I’ve loved you since you soaked my shirt with your tears… I’ve loved you since you gave me my first rap mixtape and taught me how to do your favorite dance. I’ve loved you since you broke my heart when you closed me out of your world… I know why now. But all you need to know is this : I never stopped lovin’ you. You’d best believe me.”
“I believe you. For the first time in my life, a man lay on top of me and told me somethin’ beautiful ’bout myself, and it wasn’t a lie.” Her voice shook and her eyes watered, betraying how she fell apart on the inside, but tried to hide it with a smile. He was not a human ATM for her to use and abuse. She was no pump and dump machine. This was a waterfall. A storm. This was the reign of the rain.
“Ain’t nothing to lie about. You’ve been mine since God created the earth, girl. Names written in the stars. Lennox and Nadia forever. I found you and this time, I’m not letting go.”
She laughed through the tears. A sweet release of healing mercies. They wrapped their bodies around one another as he began to move faster, increasing his speed once again. The man’s stamina and self-control were mind boggling. He drifted to her breasts and sucked lightly on her nipples as he crashed into her, over and over again.
“My dick looks so good goin’ in and out of your pretty pussy, baby. I love how you take it… You feel so damn go od.”
He’d slow his thrusts, move in circles, take his dick out and stroke her clit with the tip, then shove it back in, fast and hard. She orgasmed so many times, she’d lost count. Her pussy clenched and squeezed his wide shaft as he fucked her so fast and deep now, she knew she was going to pay the price in the morning.
“Mmmm! I’m ’bout to cum, baby!” He roared as a rush of warmth filled her, cocooned in the condom. He pumped inside of her in jerky plunges until he was emptied. Throbbing inside of her, he lay there on top of her, panting. Seconds later, they were holding one another tight and kissing. Talking. Laughing. But it didn’t last long…
He snatched the condom off, tossed it in the small trashcan near the bed, and slipped another one.
“Stand up, then bend over the bed.”
She did as he asked, and purred when he stood behind her and fucked her doggy-style to the sounds of, ‘Lay Low Play Slow,’ by Young Guy, tearing her pussy out the frame.
“You beatin’ my shit up, boy…”
“Your pussy is too wet and perfect for me to not to beat the walls down. Feels good to you, baby?”
“Feels so fucking good! Got a big dick and know how to use it!”
“Mmmm… this pussy of yours was made specifically for my mouth, hands and dick, baby girl. Now that I know what you taste and feel like,” she looked over her shoulder as he spoke. He rested his hand against her lower back, dipped low, and drove inside of her real slow… “I’m guarding this stuff with an AK-47. BOOM!” His hips shot forw ard like a piston as he rammed hard inside of her with purpose and direction. He held onto her shoulder, forcing her into his harsh lunges.
She screamed and hollered, clenching the sheets with teeth and hands. He lifted one of her legs high in the air, pivoting inside of her at an angle, hitting her spot as his balls slapped hard against her swollen pussy lips.
She fell apart, a full body orgasm making her feel as if she were dying and being reborn all within a matter of seconds. I’ve never come this hard in my life! The man knew how to fuck. He knew how to touch her. He knew how to love her…Lennox followed close behind her. A low growl escaped his mouth as he ignited his manly release.
They must’ve fallen asleep because before she knew it, she was lying on his chest, and he was snoring lightly. She stifled a laugh. It sounded a bit like a broken flute. One of his long, heavy legs was wrapped around her own, and his arms cradled her against him as if she were precious cargo. She knew it before then, but this made it all crystal clear. She was in love with him. Things would have to change. He deserved that much, and more. Worries clouded her thoughts like billows. She disappeared under the sheets…
“Uhhhh…” He groaned hoarsely, coming out of a sound sleep.
She wrapped both hands around his rotund dick and sucked slowly, needing him. She flung the sheets to the side, wanting him to watch her at work, and paused for a brief spell to look at him. His eyes were half open, and he flashed a crooked smile as he looked down at her. His dick went from soft and flaccid to stiff and massive in no time. In his groggy state, he soon drained into her mouth. A warm, velvety expulsion of cream. She gobbled his appreciation and swallowed as he jerked inside of her mouth and held the back of her head to his groin while voiding the last drops into her mouth.
The sun had come up, and they didn’t discuss plans or parting ways. Instead, he laid her on her side, stroked himself into a new erection, and entered her, their foreheads pressed together. Breathing harsh and loud. They held each other as he pivoted inside of her until they climaxed simultaneously. They were quiet, yet speaking to one another, in some strange way. Reaching over her naked body, he covered her with the sheets and grabbed his phone to make a call.
“…Heeeey, Ashley. I have a lot going on today… No, everything is fine, just need to alter my schedule. I have an eight o’clock appointment with Bernard Benton today. Can you offer him a reschedule today, for… uh, one PM?… Yeah… Benton. Also, I was supposed to cover John’s spin class today at ten. Please call David and I’m sure he’ll do it since he wants to teach that class anyway… right… I won’t be in until one… I need a half day to take care of something… Okay, thanks.”
He disconnected the call and lay down next to her, wrapping his arms firmly around her, then kissed her forehead. His stomach grumbled loudly. They both laughed at that.
“So I take it, you want me to cook breakfast?” she teased. “Tryna domesticate me, huh?”
“Nah, not at all. I’ll order some Uber Eats for us, and get some coffee, too. I just, uh, want to talk to you some more. Spend more time with you before you rush off.” He kissed her shoulder. She nodded in understanding. She didn’t want to get up anyway. To leave the warmth of that bed, or his side. He took her hand and squeezed it. Then he rolled on top of her, pinning her down as he grabbed his dick and aimed it at her pussy. She immediately opened her legs wider for him… as well as her heart…