CHAPTER NINETEEN #2
But there he was: Lying naked in his bed with her on top of him.
Taking his finger and slanting her wavy black perfumed hair out of her beautiful black face.
Rubbing her soft hair the way he was still, with his other hand, rubbing her firm, sultry butt.
He couldn’t say in that moment if it was love, but it was something so deep that he felt compelled to be with her.
To do for her. To protect her at all cost. Including forcing his father to do something he would never do voluntarily.
But he always got his father out of life-changing jams. His father was going to get Latoya out of her major jam too.
Or would he?
His father could be volatile and unpredictable. That was always the danger whenever he made demands on his father. But Grayson knew all his father’s secrets. He could be volatile too.
But as he continued to stare at Latoya and she continued to look at him with such sympathetic eyes that his heart melted for her, he suddenly had a thought that he didn’t realize he had verbalized until he had blurted it out: “I’ll do anything for you,” he said to her.
He looked alarmed when he realized those extremely private words had escaped his extremely private thoughts, and had been spoken out loud. Even Latoya looked alarmed.
He expected her to say oh Grayson with that hero-worship tone of some schoolgirl being notified that her crush likes her too, and she would just be overjoyed.
But Latoya never ran in the land of what everybody else would do. She was her own woman. Which he adored. She, instead, asked the more pertinent question. “Why, Gracie? Why would you do anything for me? You don’t even know me like that. Make it make sense.”
It sounded more like a mature, thoughtful plea than any hero-worshipping schoolgirl oohs and aahs.
But Grayson, equally sincere, shook his head.
“I can’t, Latoya. Because it doesn’t make sense.
I’m not speaking from my head. I’m speaking from my heart.
And I’ll admit, speaking from my heart is something I’ve rarely ever done. If ever.”
Toya stared at him a few seconds longer than he was comfortable with. But then she had a look that let him know that she understood exactly what he meant. “That makes sense to me, Gracie,” she said.
Grayson’s heart soared. He even loved his nickname – but coming off of her lips only. Nobody else’s.
Then he looked at those lips. Those sweet, luscious lips. And he kissed her.
It was meant to be a passionate kiss, and it was. It seemed as if both of them were starved for that kiss as he wrapped her into his arms and couldn’t stop enjoying that sweet, wonderful taste of her.
She knew he wanted more by the reaction of his penis beneath her, and she wanted it too.
She happily lost herself in his kiss. She willingly drowned herself in his big, powerful arms. And when he laid her on her back, and went between her legs, she was captivated by the sensations his abilities caused her to have.
She was so caught up that she didn’t realize he had moved back up and was on the outer edges of entering her raw. She looked at him alarmed.
“I wear condoms with everybody I’ve ever been with. But please, not with you.”
It was a line she’d heard before, and she still always made her date put on a condom anyway. But with Grayson, as she looked into his eyes, she believed him. She knew it could be foolish believing him. But unlike anybody else she’d ever been with, she believed him.
And she withheld her objection.
She was pulsating by the time he entered her. But it had been two years since the last time she was entered, and he was large. The initial shock of it, and the pain of it, caused her to tense up.
Grayson realized how tight she was as soon as he was entering her, and he eased up when he realized it so that her tension could release.
And it did. His patience with her caused the shock and the pain to soon leave, and what was left was a man who moved inside of her so lovingly that she had never felt the way he was making her feel.
They made love for what seemed like a full hour to Toya, but was half that time. But in that entire time, she felt as if every stroke was giving her a deeper and deeper orgasm.
Grayson, too, a man far more experienced than she would ever be in his forty-four years on this earth, was amazed at how she made him feel.
He laid all the way down on top of her, wrapped her even tighter in his arms as if she was his gift and his gift alone, and he did her with a care and a love that wouldn’t let him stop.
They both were moaning loudly as he did her, and his every stroke took them closer and closer to completion.
But when Grayson stroked her one time too many, and she began to cum, his patience left and he unleashed on her.
He turned her onto her stomach, lifted her ass with both of his hands so that his penis could go even deeper inside of her, and he began to pound and pour.
The more he pounded, the more he poured.
And the more he poured, the deeper he went.
Toya was on what she believed to be her fifth orgasm by the time he had poured all he had to give inside of her.
When he finally poured out, he laid his upper body on top of her, trying to ground himself from such an enormous high again. And then he pulled out, which almost produced another orgasm in Toya, and then he laid flat on his back beside her.
She remained on her stomach. Unable to move on her own. Then she turned and looked at him. And she smiled. “You were right.”
Grayson looked at her. When he saw that she was smiling, it warmed his heart. And he smiled too. “What was I right about?”
“You said you always speak from your head, and rarely ever from your heart.”
“That’s correct.”
“I know it is! Oh you was speaking from your head alright,” she said. “Big time.”
When he realized which head she meant, he burst into laughter that was so hard, and so heartfelt, that it made him start coughing.
Toya was laughing too. She could not recall when she was ever happier, but also scared at the same time.
Because she was reasonably certain that her definition of what going all the way with him meant to her was nowhere near what it meant to him.
He had just taken over her heart and her body.
That was how much their coupling meant to her.
But did she only have his body, and his heart was far from her?
She didn’t know. And in that moment, she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to overthink this thing the way she did everything else in her life. For once she was going to live in the moment.
As their laughter subsided, she moved over and laid her head on his chest, he wrapped his arms around her tenderly, and they both soon fell into a relaxing, peaceful, enchanting sleep. The best sleep either one of them had ever had.