10. Major
“Oh damn!” she screamed.
I locked my arms around the top of her thighs and pulled her down. I’d dreamed of the day I could taste her again, so I planned to dine on her delicacy as often as she let me. I could lick, kiss, and suck to my heart’s desire, and there wasn’t shit she could do but take it.
My tongue left no part of her pussy untouched, dipping in and out of her hole, licking between every crevice, and sucking on her clit. She went from screaming my name to calling on the Lord, but He must have been busy.
The dam broke, and she bucked like she was riding a horse. Had I not been holding her upper thighs, she would’ve flown across the room. I didn’t let up until she was begging me to stop. I released her, with one of her legs tucked against the side of my face, and the other flung across my forehead.
I chuckled as I lifted her leg and rolled away from her body. She had about thirty seconds to get herself together before my dick was in her mouth. I stood next to the bed and undressed, then walked around to the other side with my dick standing at attention, where Dynastie’s head was.
“You ready to return the favor?” I asked as I stroked my dick.
She opened her eyes as she smiled lazily.
“The last dick I sucked was yours, so don’t get mad if my skills have declined.”
“Word?” My dick jumped at her words.
She nodded as she sat up and adjusted her body on the edge of the bed. We may have given other parts of ourselves to others, but knowing we saved this for each other had my dick hard as fuck.
When she smacked my hand away, grabbed the base of my dick, and licked the tip, I hissed, knowing it would take an act of God for me to last more than sixty seconds. I groaned and bit my bottom lip when her mouth covered the head.
The more her head bobbed up and down, the slicker her mouth got, and the harder it was for me to maintain composure. Naturally, my hand went to her head, and my fingers got caught in her curls as I tried to control her pace.
“Mmm,” she moaned, trying to knock my hand out of her head.
My grip was secure, and she failed. Before long, I was fucking her mouth, and she matched every single stroke. Every time the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged a little. I looked down at her and watched the top of half of my dick disappear and reappear repeatedly.
“You look so damn beautiful with my dick in your mouth, baby. Suck that shit.”
My toes curled as my nut threatened to make an appearance.
“You ready for me to bust this nut on that face?”
Of course, she couldn’t respond because her mouth was full, and even if she could, there was no time. I pulled my dick out just in time. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out as my nut shot on her face.
It was a beautiful sight to see, and as my sack emptied, my dick remained hard. I thought our first sexual encounter after so long would be a bit more romantic, but it was too late for romance. I was about to fuck the shit out of Dynastie.
I grabbed the edge of the comforter and wiped her face as best I could. She knew what time it was, and when her back hit the bed, her legs were wide open and in the air. I stepped between them with my dick in my hand, lined it up with her center, and dove in.
“Oh my fuck—Shit!” I shouted.
I was finally home, and it would be an arctic blast in hell before I let her go again, and that was on everything I loved.
After we fucked, we made love in the shower until the water turned cold. We quickly bathed, slipped into my robes, and headed to the kitchen for food because we’d worked up an appetite.
She sat on the counter, eating a slice of cold pizza, and I stood between her legs eating one of the grilled chicken breasts I didn’t finish earlier. Her bright smile matched how I felt inside.
Genuine happiness had been just beyond my reach for a long time. The only person who could remotely make me feel this way was Maja, but my baby girl gave me a different kind of happiness and joy.
“What do you want to do the rest of the night?” she asked.
“I kinda thought I’d fall asleep between your legs, but I understand if you need a break.”
“Major, be serious.”
“I am serious, but I guess you ain’t trying to hear what I’m saying.”
She rolled her eyes. “How are your parents?”
“They’re fine. Godfrey and Marjorie are enjoying life and spoiling my daughter rotten.”
“I’m sure,” she responded with a smile, but I could sense a bit of discomfort.
“You want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“My daughter.”
“What’s there to talk about? You have a daughter.”
“You don’t have to pretend like me having a child with someone other than you doesn’t bother you.”
“I didn’t say it didn’t bother me, but there’s nothing to talk about. Regardless of who her mother is, she’s an extension of you. I already love her because I love you, and if I ever meet her, she’ll see and feel nothing but love.”
“Hearing you say that makes me love you even more. Thank you for not allowing what happened between us to make you resent my daughter.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank my therapist. I didn’t always feel this way. It took a lot of reflection and praying. I’m excited to meet her.”
“I appreciate your honesty, and I’d like to think that if the situation were reversed, I’d handle it as well as you.”
“You wouldn’t, and luckily, you won’t have to. If I have any kids, they’ll be yours.”
“If?” I questioned because I was confused.
“That’s what I said.”
“Did you mean to say when?”
“If and when don’t sound alike at all. I know what I said, and I meant it.”
“You don’t know if you want kids?”
“I do want kids, but things didn’t work between us the first time, so who knows what will happen this time. I’m not—”
I put my hand over the front of her neck and covered her mouth with mine. Our kiss was deep and filled with passion and intensity. When I pulled away, she was out of breath as her eyes searched mine for answers, and I was more than happy to give them to her.
“Lovie, we didn’t work because I fucked up, and I promise you, I won’t fuck up again. When you walked in that door, and I saw you in the flesh, I felt whole again, baby. I need you to have faith in me and in the younger version of us who dreamed of a future together. Can you do that for me?”
A tear fell from one of her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away. I felt her hesitance in my spirit, and since the moment she’d arrived, she’d been battling her feelings. Her heart was all in, but her mind told her to be cautious.
I understood, but it hadn’t even been twelve hours, and she’d gone back and forth too many times for me. I wasn’t going anywhere, so she may as well get on board and make this a smooth transition.
“I can do that,” she finally said.
My hand was still on her neck, and I kissed her again before releasing her. I stepped away to get the Oreo cookie cheesecake bites from the refrigerator, then returned to my spot between her legs.
I couldn’t indulge in the dessert the way I wanted, so I bit into one of them, eating half of it, then fed Dynastie the other half. Oreos were her favorite, and based on her expression, she enjoyed the sweet treat.
“Damn, that’s good,” she expressed with her mouth half full.
“I know. If I wasn’t training, I’d eat all these lil muthafuckas.”
“Well, I’m not training, so give me three.”
I chuckled and just gave her the whole container. She put them between us and removed the lid.
“Since we’re talking about Maja, she’s with her mom for the next few days.”
“Do you and her mother co-parent well?”
“The first year was rough, but we got it together, and it’s been cool since.”
“That’s good to know. Do you plan to introduce me to her before I meet Maja?”
“Why?”
“Because she’s her mother and probably wants to know who her daughter is around. Don’t you?”
“She knows not to have random ass niggas around my seed. You ain’t random, so this ain’t the same.”
“I’m not random to you, but she doesn’t know me.”
“I know you, so that’s what matters.”
She shook her head as she spoke.
“Has she been in a serious relationship since your daughter was born?”
“Not that I know of.”
“If that were to happen, you’d want to meet him, right?”
“You damn right.”
“You should show her the same respect.”
“I guess you’re right. I usually pick Maja up, but I’ll see if Rahkia is cool with dropping her off Sunday.”
“Good.”
For the next few minutes, we updated each other on our families. She was happy to hear that Freya had gotten her masters in social work and was working in her field.
I was only a little surprised to find out that her brother opened a shop where he fixed computers. Several years ago, he used a section of their parents’ garage to work on computers, so opening a shop seemed like a natural progression.
“I was a little hurt when all your people stopped fucking with me, but I understood,” I confessed.
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know, but I thought we were better than that.”
“You’re funny as hell. We thought you were better than that, but you know my parents and brother don’t play about me.”
“And they shouldn’t. I didn’t think they were wrong, but I was like damn.”
“Well, I guess my parents have forgiven you because they’re the ones who talked me into doing this memoir with you.”
“Word? Maybe they don’t hate me as much as I thought.”
“I hated you, not my parents, but they were disappointed,” she clarified.
“Hate is a strong word, Lovie.”
“It sure is. I should give you my therapist’s number so you can thank her too.”
“It’s hard to believe you hated me, because I never stopped loving you, baby.”
She sighed and picked up another Oreo bite, not responding until she finished the whole thing.
“There’s a thin line between love and hate, and I hated you for making me love you so deeply that I couldn’t turn it off the way I thought you did.”
“I can’t apologize enough for what I put you through, and I meant it when I said I’d spend the rest of my life doing whatever it takes to help you heal.”
“You better believe I’m holding you to it because I’m a bit annoyed with myself for giving in to you so easily. You should still be on your knees, groveling, begging, and pleading for me to give you another chance.”
“Did you say you want me on my knees?”
Before she could figure out what I was doing, I was on my knees with my face between her legs. When I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, she fell back onto the counter. This might not be her idea of groveling, begging, and pleading, but I thought it worked just as well, if not better.