Chapter 3 #2
I stood from my seat and walked over to her. “What’s up, lil one?” I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her into me, then kissed her lips. “How was your day at work?”
Her eyes were slit as she stared at me. “Tafari, why are you in my house? Where is my mama?”
I kissed her lips again, smacked her ass, then stepped around her to walk toward the kitchen. “Mama Meri is in Jamaica. Come on, so we can eat before the food gets cold.”
She didn’t move from her spot. I huffed before I walked back over to her to grab her hand and gently pull her toward the dining room. She didn’t speak as I sat her down in her seat.
Her house was open concept, so she watched every move while I made our plates in the kitchen.
Once the plates were made, I brought them to the table and set them in their respective places.
I asked her if she wanted to say grace or did she want me to.
After a moment of silence, I went ahead and said grace.
I started eating my food. “Bae, you betta eat befo’ ya food get cold. You know you gonna be mad as hell if you gotta warm ’em up.”
It took her a few more seconds before she sighed and picked up her fork. She knew I was right. Before she put the first forkful of cabbage in her mouth she asked a question. “What did you mean my mama is in Jamaica?”
“I came over here earlier dis week ta talk to ya mama about your stubborn ass. She mentioned dat she never been to Jamaica, so I sent her to Jamaica. She left this morning,” I told her.
I heard her mumble, “what the hell” under her breath. We ate in silence for a moment before I heard her fork clink on the plate. “I actually was going to call you. I figured we should probably talk.”
Oh, dis ’bout ta be good. I put my fork down and sat back in my seat. “Oh, you figured we should talk now? I been tryin’ ta talk to you for a week, love. Let me jus’ say, me not bein’ able ta talk ta my woman is a problem for me and society.”
She didn’t realize how fucked up I’d been since the morning she left me in the bed like an unfucked ho. Shit wasn’t cool in the least, but I would give her grace since she was my lil one. We were at the beginning of our relationship, so there was a learning curve.
Pril shifted in her seat. “Yeah, about that. I’m sorry, but I was a little embarrassed about what happened. I know you had certain expectations and I didn’t live up to them.” Her eyes dropped to the table before she continued. “Sometimes sex just hurts.”
I took in what she said. I allowed it to process. Her eyes were still on the table. “Pril, look at me.” I waited until I had her full attention before I continued. “I want dis ta be da last time we have this conversation. Let’s lay all dis shit on da table.
“Da only expectation I had that night was ta be witcha. The sex was an additive, but trust, a nigga not pressed ’bout pussy.” I paused to let that sink in. “You said dat sex hurts sometimes and dat’s fine. We ca’ work ’round dat if dat’s what you want. Is dat what you want?”
Without hesitation, she nodded. “Yes, I want to work around it. It’s just that it was a problem in my last relationship. I just thought—”
I held my hand up to stop whatever foolishness that was about to come out of her mouth. “I’on wanna cut you off, but I am. Da most important thing you need to remember and live by when it comes ta our relationship is da I’m not dat nigga or any other nigga. I’m Tafari Seasons.”
A smile broke through on her beautiful face.
“I understand that. I just want you to know that it happens sometimes and acknowledge that I know it can be frustrating. I want to be upfront, so you know what you’re getting into.
The sooner you know, the sooner you can make the decision on how long you’ll stay. ”
My eyes squinted because she couldn’t be serious.
I leaned my forearms on the table. Vince and Jordan gave me a synopsis on who her bitch ass ex was when I told them that I was interested in Pril.
Dude was a definite bitch, and it showed in the hurt that he left behind in Pril.
“Yo, I’ma fuck ole buddy up fa not loving you right.
Don’t worry doe ’cause I’ma get all dat hurt right up outcha and replace ’em wit’ love. ”
It was a heavy task to come behind a man that left hurt in a woman. It took a man that had a special capacity of understanding to pull that hurt out of a woman and replace it with love. All men didn’t have it.
Pril smacked away a tear that trickled down her cheek. “Thank you for cooking for me even though it feels like you broke into my house.” She tittered after her little smug comment.
The creases on my forehead deepened. “How I break in ya house if I had da code to get in here? I’m supposed ta be here. Don’t make dis disappearing act a thing, Pril. I get a lil fool when I can’t get ta my woman.”
All she offered was a faint smile and an okay. That was good enough for me. As long as she knew.
Working Through It . . .
My baby was right when she said sometimes sex hurts. Tonight was not one of those times from what I could see, tell, and feel. There was no way that she was in pain. She rode my dick like it was a damn sport. “Fuck, Pril. Ride ya dick just like dat.”
Her braids were in a bun on top of her head, her hands cupped her breasts, and her face showed her complete ecstasy.
Her hips rocked and whined to the beat of the R&B song that crooned over the sound system in her bedroom.
My hands gripped her hips tightly to control her movement as much as I could. “You feel so damn good.”
Her moans were loud. I reached up, grabbed her neck, then pulled her lips down to mine. Our kiss was nasty as fuck like we both liked. “Let me feel dat pussy from da back.”
Her smirk was sexually devilish. I love that shit. Her body lifted from my dick, she climbed from my lap, then did the unexpected. When my dick hit the back of her throat, my back lifted from the bed. “Muthafucka! Pril, what da fuck you on?”
I grabbed the top of her bun and pulled her mouth off my dick. If I didn’t, she’d be tasting this nut in her mouth instead of her pussy. She wiped the corners of her mouth when she sat on her hind legs.
Once I was out of the bed and in position, I didn’t have to tell Pril what to do. She knew exactly what to do and I meant exactly. The way her back dropped made my dick harder than it already was. She glanced over her shoulder, clapped her ass, then winked. “Put it in, baby.”
Smack! I lined my mans up with the target and slid in like she requested. I held my breath until I bottomed out. Smack! “You thought I wasn’t ga wait for dis good ass pussy? You out ya mind, Pril.”
I stroked her middle, then switched up the angles to hit new spots.
She got an A for effort when she tried to throw her ass back to keep up with my strokes.
When the top of her body dropped, I knew that my mission to wear her ass out was being accomplished.
“You see how deep I’m in dis pussy? Dats how deep I’ma be in ya heart. ”
“Yes, please don’t stop. Get deep in my heart, Tafari. I’m about to . . . oh my!” Her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick like a C-clamp.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I fought against the clamp to pull out just enough to keep my dignity as a man. If I didn’t, I would have nutted before I wanted to.
Once I got myself together, I slid back in. It was time. Smack! “Now, let’s work through this shit here, Pril.”