Chapter Twenty-Nine
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Sneak the Sunrise by the Rooster
“I told you if it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense.” Nadia giggled into her phone. “I’m glad y’all had a good time while at it… Mmm hmmm… Yeah, the house is nice, huh? I believe it… Did he CashApp you afterwards or pay another way?”
Lennox looked at himself in the toothpaste-speckled mirror as he gargled mouthwash. His cheeks were puffed with air and liquid as he made sure all of the germs were killed, then spit in his bathroom sink. Turning on the water and rinsing the sink, he’d been overhearing Nadia’s conversation for the past few minutes.
Reaching for his black hand towel, he blotted his mouth, hung it back on the cloth ring, and turned off the light. Back in the bedroom, he found Nadia sprawled across his bed with only her satin purple panties on. Long, shapely legs were partially exposed in the folds of his wheat-colored sheets, and out poked one pretty foot with a thin silver anklet around it, toe nails cut evenly and painted a rich dark red. He didn’t peg himself as having a foot fetish per se, but he appreciated a lady who took care of herself.
“…For sure. I’ll follow up with you… No, thank you, baby!” Her eyes flashed with mischief. “He’s a big spender, chile! Yaasssss!… Mmm hmm… I got you, boo… Oh no, sweetie, the pleasure was all mine!” She cackled as she ended the call.
He sat on the bed, his back towards her as he reached for his cellphone to re-read the text message from his sister.
Silva: ?????. ???? ?? ????????. ???? ????? . muntahi. ghadir mae almajmueati. yabdu nayima.
She’d written the text message in Arabic—he was impressed—stating that what needed to be done was taken care of, and she’d made sure of it. Speaking and writing in Arabic to one another was a little thing she and Lennox would do as children when they wished to speak privately to one another, without Dad understanding them. At that time, they’d discuss silly things, or plot to sneak from their rooms to play games. Mama, who was fluent in five languages, had taught them her native language when they were babies, and though he rarely got to speak it in his adult life, he remembered it well.
He reached for his iPad and turned on some music: Pinegrove’s, ‘Need To.’
“Are you ready for what’s to come?”
Tears blinded her eyes, surprising him. Watery, dark sanctuaries he wished to drown in.
“You know I am.” It was obvious she was nursing a bit of trepidation. Understandable, too. “This is do or die.”
She nodded in agreement, then crawled closer to him, wrapping her arm around his neck. His heart nearly burst at the scent of her perfume floating in the air. The cherry-vanilla sweetness was a thing of beauty and seduction. He took her silky form in his arms, squeezing her, finding his solace in a warm kiss. Moving his hand around the back of her head, his fingers sinking in a mass of textured, dark waves, he pulled her to him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine they’d imbibed, wanting more of it.
His anxiety began to fade like a snowflake melting in the sun. With her, everything felt okay. With her, he could let his guard down. Relax in the presence of greatness. Queen Nadia had stolen his soul, and shot up his despair with double barrels.
They tumbled about, rolling, clawing and scratching at one another. All shreds of clothing were gone, randomly tossed. Animalistic need took over any semblance of higher thought and elegance. The bed was a messy canvas below their writhing bodies, a platform for him to have his way with her. Their eyes locked as he slipped his hand between her thick thighs and played with her tender, sweet pussy. She arched into his touch as his thumb brushed against the silken nub until it hardened against his affections.
“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me make you come. Turn my bedroom into an ocean.” She bucked against his touch as he kissed all along her neck, strumming her like a stringed instrument—an evocative, lovely solo song to entertain his ears only. Her forehead creased and her eyes slammed shut as if she were in deep concentration. She trembled against his hand as her orgasm ascended and crashed. When it was over, she took a deep breath, peppered with numerous uneven gasps.
“What’s on your mind… and don’t lie to me.” He kept stroking her, only now, a bit slower, giving her a moment to collect herself.
“It’s going to sound silly, but for some reason I just thought of it again. I find it interesting that you were never jealous of me dancin’ for men. I’ve never experienced that before. Guys always said they were fine with it at first, and then they’d start freaking out. You didn’t freak out about it.”
“Wasn’t shit to get upset about.” He shrugged. “They can’t compete with me.”
Her lips bowed at his words. “Yeah, you’re right, yet I was jealous of you helping women work out sometimes.”
He was taken aback by such a confession. “Really? Why?”
“One time when you called me to come up to the gym so we could go to lunch, I saw some of your clients as I was waiting for you. They were lookin’ at me when I asked for you, and I know that look. It was awkward, and I could feel the energy shift. There were many of them. I think you’d taught the spin class that day. Beautiful women… I mean, these were like well-to-do ladies, too. I could just tell. They were born into money, and they could afford everything life had to offer. Yet, as with many warm-blooded creatures, status aside, a good lookin’ man can make some women act goofy.
“Not only are you easy on the eye, have beautiful eyes and hair, but you’re really nice to women. Old fashioned and traditional in so many ways that turn women on. Of course, you’ve got all those muscles and things like that. I didn’t say anything to you about the whispering, like them wonderin’ who I was, and the hatred I could feel when you finally came out from the back. When you did, you immediately grabbed and kissed me. Those women hated me from that moment forward. My reaction, for a split second, was to feel self-conscious. It made me question if I was really the one for you. But then I remembered who I am, and what I deserve. And I definitely deserve you.”
“Of course you do—you deserve what I am today, and what I’ll become tomorrow. You are part of my past and my present. We’re walkin’ into the future hand-in-hand. You know I’d never entertain any interest from other women. They’re my job. You’re my choice. It takes more to get me than just a pretty face. I need a woman’s heart and soul to be pretty, too. You are what I want, what I need. I want you, and only you.”
He pressed his lips firmly against hers while stroking her clit in leisurely circles. She moaned beneath him, her body rocking to the rhythm of his fingertips. It was only a matter of time before she had another orgasm. She soon exploded like a million stars. He rose slightly so he could watch her face twist in ecstasy… a thing of beauty. Tightened forehead. Mouth open, no sound, then a loud moan of pleasure.
She vibrated against him, her pussy slick and juicy, the nectar running down his working fingers and onto the bed.
“I want to play with your ass and eat that good pussy.”
They switched positions. Laying down on his back, legs open, he had her put her ass over his face, and her face near his groin, kneeling on all fours. He massaged her ass as he kissed and licked her pussy. Slippery, velvety folds flattened against his eager tongue. The wet, sloppy sounds her pussy made as he devoured it were melodic tunes. Taking his dick in both hands, she jerked his shaft as she sucked the sensitive head. The pleasure she provided him was unadulterated and fiery. He groaned as his balls tightened.
“I wanna choke on this big, long, fat dick!” she yelled before slurping it firmly. He squeezed her ass so hard, it was turning colors. He motorboated her pussy, his nose compressed against the glossy, plump folds. She began to buck and shake. His heart raced, eager as he was to taste her honeyed cascade all over his lips while it flowed all over his beard.
“Bust off in my mouth, baby! I wanna taste your cum!” she bellowed before her orgasm exploded. She shivered and quaked. He held her steady, sucking, licking and swallowing the streams of clear juice that trickled out of her pink abyss. His leg muscles tightened, and his toes strained as she began sucking him off harder, deep throating his rod.
“UHHHH!” He groaned as he released in her mouth. His ass rose from the bed over and over as he fucked her mouth, shooting his cream… He could feel her tracing his dick with the tip of her tongue, licking up every drop that had escaped her mouth. When she turned and looked at him, traces of his semen were running down her chin and the sides of her mouth. She nodded, smiling. He winked at her, then slapped her ass, making it jiggle. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments, then returned all cleaned up. He’d taken that opportunity to stroke his cock into a new erection as he held his phone, looking at porn. She approached him with curiosity in her gaze, got into the bed, then grinned when she saw a video of herself from her old OnlyFans page. He kept watching her play with herself on the video, moaning as he worked his dick into a hungry state.
“How’d you get that?” she asked.
“I joined your OF before you closed it down and downloaded a few videos to keep for myself.”
“You coulda just asked me.” She laughed. “I have all of them in my collection.”
“I preferred it like this,” he said with a grunt. “I liked being sneaky about it. It turned me on knowin’ I was buying something that I get for free at home.”
She burst out laughing and shook her head.
He put the phone down, then turned towards her. She lay next to him, her pussy V’ed open so he could see all the pretty pink and brown folds live and in living color. “Mmmm… that’s good… yeah, let me see it…” When he was hard as a rock again, he rolled on top of her. Nestling his head against the crook of her neck, he quickly flattened her to the bed with his body, reached for his dick and…
“Ahhhhh…Ahhhh!” she screamed as he entered her nice and slow. Her pussy pulsed against his deepening thrusts. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling at rapid speed.
“I never get used to how it feels when you first put it in, baby. That first stroke makes me almost orgasm immediately,” she cooed.
“Your pussy always feels so damn good, baby… So warm, snug and juicy. My dick loves it here…” He thrust harder, picking up momentum to the sounds of ‘The Rain,’ by Cherry Lu. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too.”
“The first time I saw your dick was by accident.” He cocked his head to the side, intrigued. “The toilets in the restrooms had flooded at the Red Rooster, they were broken, and you and some of the other guys were out back pissin’ in buckets while the plumber worked to fix it.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that day. They had to close down, but we stayed because it was supposed to be fixed soon.”
“Yeah. I thought y’all was done. I had some bags of trash to put in the dumpster with me, but you were still back there. You didn’t see me. Instead of walking away, I froze, stopping dead in my tracks. You were looking down and pulling up your pants, but I saw it before you tucked it away. I remember thinking, ‘I ain’t never seen a White boy’s dick in person before, and the ones I’d seen in movies and magazines ain’t look nothing like this.’” He burst out laughing, and she followed suit. “I also remember thinkin’ how big, thick, and veiny it was… And you had a lotta black pubic hair. I was so turned on. When I got home later that day, I played with myself as I thought about your dick. I had wanted to suck it. See if it tasted as good as it looked.”
That was the end of him… He started pumping faster and harder, until there was no way out.
“I’m about to cum in you!”
She wrapped her legs tightly around him as they stared at one another, falling impossibly more in love.
He sped up, his body a heated inferno. His heart ached as he pressed his chest firmly into her flattened breasts. A beautiful pain. An emotional climax. A sensual heart attack. He gasped as his dick detonated, firing his liquid love within her walls. They lay there, happy and wet. He relished the feel of her fingers running through his hair.
“Lennox.” He tingled all over when she spoke his name. “Thank you for always being my friend. Even through those ten years lost, we were on each other’s mind. When you fall in love with a friend, that love is deep.”
He kissed her cheek, then her soft, pillowy lips.
“I’m never lettin’ you go without a fight again, Nadia. Pride and ego are partially responsible for me not trying harder to find you, to figure out why you shut me out. I don’t beg for women, but I should’ve begged for you.”
“No, things happened as they should have, Len. You know that. Don’t feel guilty about it. We both needed to mature and grow.” He nodded in agreement. “Let’s say it was a mistake to not pursue one another back then. Playin’ devil’s advocate. Mistakes we make as young folk many times can be undone or forgiven. Mistakes we make now are far more serious, and I will never make that same mistake with you again. I don’t need to be saved, but you’re a saver. I’ve been learning how to let you do what you need to do. I’ve been learning how to love you the way you need to be loved. You don’t need to be saved, either, but sometimes, you let me heal you with advice, sweet words, and my body. You let me inside. You let me get close and see those invisible wounds that nobody can see but me.”
He rose up on his arm and lay beside her, resting on his hip. She reached over and caressed his chest as they regarded one another with nothing short of pure admiration and love. Keane’s, ‘Somewhere Only We Know’ began to play. He kissed her forehead, then slowly rolled her over onto her stomach.
He leaned to the far right and opened his dresser drawer. Pulling out a bottle of lube, he slathered it all over his rigid dick until it was good and greased. When he was finished, he closed the lid and tossed the bottle over to the side of the bed. Close proximity in case he needed a little more. Reaching forward, he grabbed one of his pillows that was lying against the headboard.
“Raise up a little, baby.” She rose from the bed, and he slid the pillow beneath her lower stomach, forcing her ass and back to arch. Seemingly understanding what was coming next, she spread her legs wider and pushed her ass against his pelvis as he lay firmly on top of her, kissing her shoulder.
He heard her swallow.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to go slow.” He smiled down at her as he wrapped one arm around her waist and guided the head of his dick inside her tight ass.
“…Ahhh…Ah! Shit… Lennox, oh God… it hurts…don’t rush… don’t rush…” She bit into the pillow that was beneath her chin, and gripped the sheets.
“I’d never rush this. Slow and easy… breathe… it’s going to be fine… Ahhhh… You’ve got such a nice, warm ass… That’s it, baby… just take the dick… it’s going in nice and slow…” He spoke softly in her ear as he guided himself deeper within her tight chasm. He knew she’d had anal sex with former lovers before. They’d discussed their sexual pasts freely. The fact he was quite well endowed concerned her, so he went easy on her.
He inched inside a tad more. She groaned in pain and pleasure. He felt her stiffen, and her body tremble. A deep grunt emitted from her core.
“If you fall, I’ll catch you. I got you, baby… feel the pleasure…”
He slowly flattened her beneath his weight, grabbed her left fist which was holding on for dear life to the bed sheet, and intertwined their fingers as he lovingly kissed the side of her face. He felt her instantly loosen beneath him. He rotated his hips in short, slow thrusts. She reached behind herself and spread her ass cheeks further apart for him. His pulse quickened at the display. His heart beat erratically as he slipped deeper within her. She cooed and he groaned, their echoes of pleasure coupling and reverberating. The hollow of her lower back looked so lovely. Beautiful. Like a cello. He glided his free hand along it. Skin so soft and buttery. Lana Del Rey’s, ‘Summertime Sadness’ serenaded them.
“Baby! Feels so good! Your big dick in my ass feels so damn good!” she bellowed as she began to throw her ass back, jiggling it, meeting his plunges and thrusts. He whacked her hands away from her ass and held her wrists tight as he navigated himself in and out of her snug passageway. She raised her legs, bending them at the knee towards her back, and gripped her ankles as he rose on his hands, doing push-ups within her. He drove in and out of her ass, breaking her in for a deeper dive. Drops of sweat beat down on her skin as he came and went, his head dizzy from the unbelievable sensation. Her ass squeezed his dick tight as he took his time, being so careful with her dark, tight treasure. He wanted to drive deeper quickly, push hard balls deep, but he paced himself, careful to not hurt her. A guttural growl emitted from his lips, taking him off guard. His head lulled back and he felt his eyes rolling as her sphincter muscles continued to squeeze and caress his ramming shaft.
“FUUUUCK!” The word burned his throat so good as he pivoted his hips, driving his dick further inside of her, slow inch by slow inch. He could feel the rivulets of sweat dripping down his face, neck and chest. Holding on to his composure was a slippery slope—he grasped it by a thread. When he lay down flat upon her back once again, he locked their ankles together. One hand around the front of her neck, the other beneath her, he played with her pussy as he rocked his cock in and out of her until he was almost fully cocooned by her hot ass.
“So deep! SO DEEP IN ME! You’re killin’ my butt! Filling my butt up! Stretching it with your big, juicy dick. Hurt me, baby! Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck it!” His hips bucked faster and faster until he was slamming into her. He looked at her reflection in the glossy black headboard. Her screams echoed and only stopped when she bit on her pillow, squelching them. All he could hear were muffled groans and cries of ecstasy as his balls slapped noisily against her swollen, wet dripping pussy.
“Oh God! Baby!”
He closed his eyes tight as the bed hammered hard against the wall. He gripped her neck tighter, his wet, hard body slamming into her soft curves.
“AHHHHH!” he roared as he banged her, his dick draining within that taut, spasming passage. His hand shook so violently against her neck, his entire body a vibration of love and elation. He gripped the base of his dick, carefully slid out of her canal, and watched as his creamy cum dripped out of the stretched hole, and down the crack of her ass. He slowly closed his eyes and swallowed, taking deep, much needed breaths. After a few seconds, he managed to hobble to the bathroom, clean himself up, wet a fresh wash towel with warm water, return to her, and clean her up, too. He tossed it on the floor, got in the bed, his dick still somewhat hard and still on a high, and lay down on his back. His entire body was now shaking like a leaf as he shivered with orgasmic aftershocks.
His heart beat alarmingly fast. His dick twitched and moisture filled his eyes. She rolled over onto her side, then kissed his cheek before wrapping her body snugly around his. Slowly, the beating of his heart went back to normal. His climax had shaken him completely loose… all sense of reality had vanished for a second or two.
They held one another for a long while as ?neheart x reidenshi’s, ‘snowfall’ played. They held hands and became falling stars, coming down from a natural high. Saying nothing with their mouths, but everything with their rhythmic breaths that were now in sync.
It wasn’t long before he found himself kissing her, just wanting to be close to her in every possible way. They lay together, time passing. The day turned into night. They’d fallen asleep, gotten back up, made love again, and shared a shower which lent way to more intimacy under the rush of warm water and suds. It was now one in the morning, and she was in her bra and panties at his stove, fixing them both some scrambled eggs.
Neither of them could sleep for too long. He’d wake up and stare at her resting, or vice versa, as if they were looking out for one another. Protecting each other from the storm.
“Lennox, are you worried about it?” She moved the spatula across the fluffy eggs as they cooked slowly in butter and cream.
He stood behind her drinking a cup of coffee, then looked out his kitchen window. He knew exactly what IT was.
“No. This has been a long time coming. Worry won’t change anything. Only transformation changes things. And it’s time for a change.”
She sprinkled a bit of salt, smoked paprika, and black pepper on the eggs, then served them up hot on a plate with two slices of lightly toasted wheat bread. The sounds of Atlantic Starr’s, ‘When Love Calls’ played on her phone that she had on the counter. They sat at his kitchen table, across from one another, each with a hot cup of coffee and sweet orange juice. They sat there eating, regarding one another ever so often. Then laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” She asked at one point, even though she’d been cracking up for no reason, too.
“Your pussy queefed a lot when I was fucking you in the shower, and it sounded like the introduction to that old show, Sanford and Son.”
“Lennox! Shut up!” she howled, cracking up and turning colors like a prism.
“I kid you fuckin’ not.” He began to hum the theme song, then make farting type sounds every few seconds. “It was just like that. I was waitin’ for a dump truck to pull up, but it was already there… that big, beautiful ass of yours.”
She covered her mouth, almost spitting juice everywhere.
“I love the hell out of you, Lennox. You are so crazy… you make me happy.” Her eyes sheened over, then she quickly looked away.
“You have no idea how blessed and happy I’ve been since we reunited.” He clasped his hands together. “You know I’d die for you in a heartbeat.”
She blinked back tears, then shook her head as if it was simply too much. After they finished their food, he washed the dishes as she sat at the table, playing a game on her phone. He turned on the sink water and rinsed a glass, then set it on the drying rack. He heard a bit of lightning, but it hadn’t begun raining yet. Right now is the time to do this. Yeah. This feels right.
“Throw on some clothes, baby. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?” she asked, looking up from her phone.
“You’ll see. Come on.”
He finished up the dishes while she disappeared down the hall and got dressed. When he was finished, he stood at the sink for a moment, looking at his reflection in the faucet. He pulled himself away from his thoughts, dried his hands, returned to the bedroom, and threw on a black t-shirt, black jogging pants, and a pair of his Jordans. Then, he escorted her out the front door to his truck…
The Red Rooster stood on a ramshackle plot of land, overgrown with tall weeds. The exterior walls were covered in plywood, dirty shingles, and graffiti. One of the windows was broken, exposing an expanse of strange, murky darkness. Lennox rolled down his truck window and leaned out, looking up. The sky above was dreary, full of unspent tears. Dark, bloated clouds clustered together, holding each other tight, squeezing one another as the sky lit up with streaks of gold and silver. He turned his truck off, but left the music playing. ‘Lovely,’ by Billie Eilish and Khalid wailed through his speakers. He made his way slowly around the truck and opened the passenger’s side door.
Nadia looked around, then turned to him, confusion and sadness in her dark eyes, yet she remained quiet. He took her hand, helping her step out of the vehicle. Her left foot extended, covered in a black ballet style shoe. It landed softly on the pebbled ground, and then the other followed. Closing the door behind her, he took her hand in his.
“This is where it all started.” He walked with her towards the plywood-covered front door of the restaurant. A rusty chain was wrapped around it. “The Red Rooster is gone. Kyser died, ending a legacy.” Kyser had been the owner of the place. He was an old, widowed Jewish guy who’d been raised in the South, and was up in age when he and Nadia worked for him. “It looks the same, yet so different.” He peered inside the broken window. Unable to make much out, he used his phone as a light.
They rested their bodies together, side by side, regarding the inside of the building as if star gazing. He could hear their breathing, in sync. The tables inside were all covered in dirt. Some were missing. Some chairs were stacked as if they’d been prepared for business for the following day. He looked at an untouched serviette dispenser, still full of white napkins as if it had just been set out. The horrible yellow and white tile floor was covered in soot, but the menu, written in chalk on a big board, still hung there like some trophy:
Special of the Day: Steak, cabbage and potatoes.
Dessert of the Day: Peach cobbler
“I haven’t been here since my last day way back then.” She squeezed his hand. “I have to be honest. I missed it a little. There were some good people here. But mainly, I was missin’ you.” He turned away from the window and looked into her eyes. “When I look at it now, like this, all run down, it kinda reminds me of me when I left here. Only the ugliness wasn’t on the outside, but on the inside. I was full of hurt, but full of promise, too. I got out there and got smacked around by the world. I lost focus. Too much had happened. Too many sins and not enough blessings. I ended up emotionally dilapidated. Just like ol’ Red Rooster here. But she still stands…” She smiled sadly at the structure. “Scars, bruises and all. She still stands.”
They both studied the sign of the place that still hung outside on two tall metal poles. Red letters that used to glow with light when the darkness came. Now they were an old, dried-up rust colored, instead of the vibrant crimson from so long ago. A drop of rain fell on his head, then another. They both peered up at the sky. He cupped her chin, made her face him, and the most beautiful smile creased her face. Like an upside-down rainbow.
“We owe a lot to this restaurant.” He knocked on the wood. “This is where I met the woman I love. The woman God designed just for me. The lady I had no idea I’d be infatuated with to the point where I thought about you even in my dreams. That infatuation turned to more. So much more.”
The rain began to come down harder, now soaking through their clothing. On a deep breath, he dropped down to one knee in front of her, then reached into his pocket.
“Lennox…” she whispered, appearing stunned.
As he pulled out a jewelry box, her eyes grew big as dinner plates, and her mouth opened as if she were going to scream. He opened the black ring box, exposing a solitary blue diamond ring, pear shaped. Like a raindrop. He took her hand and looked up into her eyes. Rain was falling faster now, causing the waves in her hair to flatten against her scalp. The rain webbed between her long lashes and dotted her skin like freckles. She looked pretty in the rain. She was new in the rain. She was home, in the rain.
“Nadia Jazmine Deere, would you do me the honor of bein’ my wife? Will you marry me?”
She looked down at him, her mouth slowly closing. A tear fell onto her cheek, blending with the rain, but her lips curled in a smile.
“Yes.” She swallowed, her eyes glistening, but not with the rain. “Yes, I will marry you, Lennox.”
He carefully plucked the ring out of the box and slid it down her trembling finger. It fits like a glove.
“Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful!” Her voice quaked as she looked down at her hand. “I’ve never seen a blue diamond before. That’s what it is, right?”
“Yup. Not a sapphire. That’s a real blue diamond. They’re not easy to come by, but I got one.”
“Len, I hope you didn’t spend too much on this.” Her smile suddenly faded as he got to his feet.
“Don’t you worry about the cost. You just concentrate on when you want to set the date, and what church I need to show up at.”
She burst out laughing, then crying. Crashing into his arms, she wrapped herself around him. He squeezed her tightly to his chest. The rain felt so good and smelled so fresh as it kissed them all over. Lightning struck, and she did not jump. Thunder boomed, and she did not move. They looked into each other’s eyes, both now soaked to the bone. Billie Eilish’s voice played on repeat… the perfect song for a perfect day.
“You’re my Bonnie.” He smiled, then kissed her nose.
“You’re my Clyde.” She kissed him back. They stood there, caressing one another until he found himself compelled to pick her up in his arms. He carried her to the side of the restaurant, where the pantry had been, and pushed her back against the graffiti covered wall…
Nadia felt the hard, prickliness of the structure against her back. Rain soaked her tresses and made a soggy mess of her clothing. The rain that used to frighten her and dredge up old traumatic memories was now framed in soft kisses, big strong arms and a new blue diamond ring shaped like the tears from angels. Fashioned just like rain. Her body jerked as Lennox tugged at her jeans, forcing them down to her knees. Rain collected in his eyebrows as he regarded her with intense desire. He picked her up in his arms and forced her legs around his waist, then shoved his pants and underwear down past his ass in one swoop. His long, thick, veiny dick bumped against her pelvis, fully erect and ready. She looked down at the small space between them where small raindrops sparkled along his black pubic hair and happy trail. His Adonis belt tightened as he reached between their bodies, grabbed his dick with one hand, and ushered it inside of her.
“Ohhhh…” Her head lulled against the shingled wall of the Red Rooster. She slid up and down the structure, rising high, falling low as he stroked her love with his sword. He lay close to her ear, warm pearls of breath rolling against her lobe, and his breathing grew louder. Gulping air, pinning her tighter against the wall, he piloted her into position, jostling her pussy up and down his hungry shaft. He was viciously sexy without even trying. An all-encompassing experience that made her mind, body, and soul quiver. Their tongues danced as he cupped her ass with both hands, palming them with a tight grip. She graciously endured his severe thrusts. A look of emotional anguish and carnal pleasure spanned his handsome face.
“Look now, I can’t wait too long for you to be my wife, baby. I need you now. With me . I wanna get married. Don’t make the date far away. Let’s do it soon.”
“I won’t keep you waiting, baby. We will!” She held him tighter.
“Good, ’cause I wanna wake up beside you, and go to sleep deep inside of you… Every day for the rest of my life.”
She sighed as his hungry thrusts grew more demanding. She held onto him for dear life as he beat her pussy to pieces. The wetness and his hard plunges created a sound of their own. A sexual tune that sounded amazing. It felt so damn good. He filled her up and moved with perfect rhythm, killing her blues. She died and went to heaven in his arms every time he made love to her—rolling her hips into his lurches, matching his energy, his vibe, his thrusts, his love.
Their mouths crashed, kissing hard and needy as he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it. She sighed as he buried his face between her cleavage, then lifted her shirt, sucking her titty over her bra. The wetness of his mouth clung to the lace material, driving her crazy. Wanting more. He tugged at the fabric of her bra, maneuvering the soft globe to fall forward and be exposed. Free in the rain. He took the hard nipple into his mouth, and his low, throaty moan sent shockwaves through her body.
“I love suckin’ your big, soft titties,” he said around a mouthful. “But I know God didn’t give them to you just for my enjoyment. I can’t wait to put a baby in you one day, honey. Gettin’ married to you, getting a big, pretty house, and having a family of our very own is all I want and need. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. WITH YOU AND ONLY YOU.” He sucked her nipple harder, just as she liked it. Her weak spot. He smothered her mouth with urgency, his love and lust for her pouring out like wine from a glass.
“Oh, shit!” She began to tremble as her orgasm neared. Clutching him tight, she sighed while he pumped his hips in rapid speed within her. He rubbed her right breast and sucked on the left as he went so deep inside of her, it took her breath away. His dick jerked in and out of her, scratching that lovely itch. Her body tingled all over when that good feeling began at her core and radiated to every cell within her body.
“Mmm! Mmm!” He grunted loud with each hard plunge, nearing the end, drawing closer to losing control. She waited for it, wrapping her legs impossibly tighter around his waist. Deep grunts grew louder as he rammed into her, filling her with his liquescent balminess. He slowed then, his rapid jerking now a lulled crawl… She could feel his pulsing dick within her walls. His hip muscles spontaneously juddered as he rested against her. The rain had slowed, and she could feel his heartbeat as he leaned into her, holding her close. After a brief reprieve, they put their clothes back on.
He took her hand and began making his way back to the truck, but then paused. He looked back at the restaurant, the structure sad and forgotten, in an area that few people ventured to. The street was full of dilapidated old warehouses and defunct shops and a lonely gas station that set on the corner. Only a few businesses remained. Once it had been a vibrant area full of working-class people, trying to make ends meet. Lennox leaned against one of Red Rooster’s wooden posts, and kissed it.
Nadia kissed his lips, then gently pulled her hand away and made it back inside of his truck. He stood there, alone, looking around. A feeling of love and sorrow imbued him. He looked up at the sky and noted that the rain clouds were letting go of one another, drifting farther and farther apart, and a sliver of sunshine could now be seen in the distance. He’d already begun to dry, though he was grateful for the storm because in some way, it seemed to have washed his sins away. Gave him a new start and a clean slate.
He turned his attention to the ground. Lennox bent low and picked up two stones that were side by side. One was light gray, jagged and rough. The other was dark gray, smooth, with a chipped area, as if something heavy had chopped into it, or something sharp had ricocheted off of it. He ran his thumb over both. After studying them closely, he slipped them into his pocket. Then, he got back in the car and heard the radio playing. Nadia had turned off the song he’d been playing on loop, and now Phyllis Hyman’s, ‘You Know How To Love Me’ took over.
Nadia snapped her fingers to the beat, in the zone, falling into happiness. He laughed lightly, enjoying how joyful she was. She was an old soul with a young groove, and she’d captivated him from the first moment he’d seen her. She was strong, yet soft. She was forgiving, yet not a doormat. She was his twin soul, his soulmate, his gate to heaven, his ticket out of hell. She was the rain and the sun, the lightning and the thunder, and now, she was his beautiful fiancée, too. He turned the engine on, leaned over and kissed her, and took off down the road…