Chapter 12
When we arrived at the house and got everything we’d purchased inside, Eva tried to sneak away from me. I told her my face would be in her pussy as soon as the door closed behind us, but she didn’t take me seriously.
“Hold up. C’mere.”
“I’ll be back. We’ve been outside in the heat all day, and I want to take a quick shower,” she said.
“The only shower that’s about to happen is your pussy juice spraying my face. C’mere.”
“Solo.”
“Dress up, panties off.”
“Solo.”
“I didn’t know you were this hardheaded.”
The next sound out of her mouth was a yelp when I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, and sat her on the counter.
“Lay back.”
“So—”
“Lay the fuck back, E.”
When she finally adhered to my demand, I pushed the front of her sundress above her waist and ripped her panties from her body. Her pussy already glistened, and my mouth watered at the sight of it.
I leaned forward, prepared to get lost in her essence, and she put her knees together, stopping me from reaching my destination.
“I’m sweaty.”
“Good. I’m a fan of the sweet and salty combination. It’ll add a little more flavor to an already delicious treat. Open your legs, baby.”
She hesitated briefly, but the look I gave her let her know I meant business. As soon as there was enough space for my head, I dove in.
“Whew, shit!” she screamed.
Her hesitancy disappeared as soon as my mouth landed on her pussy. She locked her legs around my neck and let me have my way with her. As my tongue glided over her slippery lips, she palmed the back of my head, attempting to control my movements.
I knocked her hands away and held them at her sides. My tongue slipped between her lips a few times before I stopped and applied pressure to her clit, and she lost it. I brought her hands together and held her wrists with one of my hands to free up the other.
While my tongue worked its magic on her clit, I stuck two fingers into her hole and moved them as if I was saying ‘come here.’ Less than a minute later, I got the shower I wanted. As soon as I released her wrists, she pushed my head away, making me chuckle.
“Damn, E. That’s how you doing me?”
“That damn tongue of yours needs to be a registered weapon of mass destruction,” she responded as her chest heaved up and down.
“If you register that pussy, I’ll register my tongue.”
I helped her sit up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to her room.
“I’m gon’ let you shower in peace while I clean up the mess you made before the chef gets here.”
“The mess I made?”
“You heard what I said.”
I left her to clean herself up and returned to the kitchen. After I wiped down the counter, I went to my room, showered, and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt.
I returned to the kitchen to find the chef had arrived and was already preparing our meal. We chatted for a minute about what she was cooking before I headed to Eva’s room. I found her dressed in a black muumuu, lying across her bed.
“Are you taking a nap?”
“No. I was about to make a journal entry, but this bed is holding me hostage.”
“You journal?”
“I do. I find it very therapeutic and planned to do a lot of journaling during this trip.”
“What do you journal about?” I asked.
“Life. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I write down my goals, fears, thoughts, and feelings. Anything, really.”
“With all the things I’ve experienced in life, it sounds like journaling would’ve been beneficial.”
“It’s never too late to start. I’ve been neglectful this week because it seems I’ve been a little distracted by someone who shall remain nameless.”
“You’re blaming me?”
“I absolutely am. I was supposed to be here alone, relaxing, reflecting, and releasing.”
“Hold up, now. I’d venture to say I’ve helped you relax and release quite a bit, and I’m willing to bet after the releases you’ve had, you’ve done some reflecting.”
“Ha ha! You’re not funny.”
“I’m not trying to be. Tell me what I said that was a joke.
You’ve been sleeping like a baby, so I know you’re relaxed.
My face, tongue, and dick have been drowned in your juices more times than I can count, so I know you’re releasing.
You may not be writing your thoughts in your journal, but I know you’ve asked yourself a few times how you’ve lived so long without dick as good as mine. ”
She laughed out loud, rolling onto her side and playfully pushing me.
“Your accuracy is blowing me right now, and so is your arrogance.”
“I’m a confident man, baby.”
“Whatever. I’m usually very intentional about journaling and rarely go this long without writing something, but today was the first time I’ve thought about it since I arrived.”
“I think I’ve been a positive distraction, but I never want to keep you away or stop you from doing things that are important to you. Do you think taking a break from journaling has affected you negatively?” I asked.
“Not at all. I feel better than I have in years. Honestly, journaling has never made me feel this good.”
I rolled over onto my side to face her. We stared into each other’s eyes, neither of us speaking for a while, but communicating more with our silence than we ever could with words.
She reached up and caressed the side of my face with her soft hands, rubbing her thumb over my eyebrows before doing the same to my cheek.
“I really like you, Solomon Holmes.”
“I really like you too, Eva Fuller.”
We closed the space between us, our noses and lips less than an inch apart.
“How long do you think it takes to fall in love?” she asked.
“I don’t think there’s a specific timeframe. Why?”
“No reason. I was just wondering if it was something you’d thought about.”
I knew that was a lie, but I didn’t press her. From what I’d observed during our time together, Eva was the kind of person who needed time to process. She had to sit with things and let them marinate before she drew conclusions or made decisions.
The most impulsive thing she’d probably ever done was have sex with me as soon as she did. Although I was confident that she wanted it as much as I did, had she thought about it more than she did, she would’ve talked herself right out of it.
“Love probably has as many definitions or interpretations as there are people in this world. It means something different to everyone. Falling in love is probably the same. Some people believe in falling in love at first sight or at first kiss. Others believe a certain set of criteria must be met before falling in love is possible. I don’t think there’s a clear-cut definition. ”
“That makes sense,” was all she said in response, but I could tell her mind was going.
“You stay here and rest, and I’m gonna go check on the food.”
“I’m good. I’ll come—”
“No. I want you to relax. Go ahead and make that journal entry. I have a few phone calls to make, and I’ll come get you when dinner is ready.”
“Okay.”
We finally kissed, and although our tongues remained in our mouths, the kiss felt more intimate than many others we’d shared. I pulled away first but left a few more kisses before I got up.
“I’ll be back.”
The aroma from dinner seeped into Eva’s room, and when I opened her bedroom door, my mouth immediately began to water as my stomach growled. On the menu were fish cakes, macaroni pie, and mixed vegetables.
“How much longer?” I asked as I headed to my bedroom.
“About twenty minutes,” she responded, and I nodded.
I entered my bedroom, closing the door behind me and grabbing my phone from the dresser to call Semaj. He picked up after the second ring.
“Wassup, bruh?”
“You probably won’t be surprised by this because it was your plan all along, but I’m feeling Eva.”
“I don’t know shit about a plan, but is the feeling mutual?”
“Yeah.”
“Is there a problem?”
“She seems to be a little hesitant to fully embrace her feelings for me. She’s not denying them, but I think she’s questioning how she can feel the way she feels so fast. I want to do something special to show her how serious I am about her.”
“There’s a lot of shit on the island. Have y’all done any activities?”
“We’ve done quite a few things,” I said before sharing the details.
“Damn. Y’all been busy.”
“We’ve definitely enjoyed ourselves, especially if you include the sex.”
“Chill, nigga. You know that’s lil sis.”
“You and Elaine knew what would go down when y’all set this shit up. If y’all got cameras in this place, don’t look at the footage, and delete that shit. Oh, and you might want to have someone deep clean the couch and the mattresses.”
“Damn, bruh. You gon’ make me throw all that shit out and get new furniture.”
I chuckled. “You can, but I don’t think it’s necessary. A deep cleaning should be enough.”
“All right, nigga. Back to the reason for your call. Her birthday is on the twelfth. Maybe you can rent a room for a change of scenery since it sounds like you’ve been fucking all over my damn house.”
I ignored the shade he threw my way and wondered why she hadn’t mentioned her birthday was coming up. It seemed we’d talked about everything but the day we were born. Unless someone else told her, she had no idea when mine was either.
“I wonder why she didn’t tell me her birthday was coming up.”
“Maybe if you let her come up for air,” he mumbled.
Ignoring him again, I said, “The twelfth is in three days. I wonder if it’s too late to rent out a restaurant.”
“Money talks. The worst they can say is no.”
“True. I’ll hit you up if I need more advice. ’Preciate you.”
I ended the call before Semaj could bid his farewell. For the next fifteen minutes, I used my laptop to research the ideas that had come to mind. I sent a few emails to key people and hoped to get responses soon so I could put my plans in motion.
I decided not to let on to Eva that I knew her birthday was a few days away. If all went well, I wanted my plans to be a complete surprise.