9. Renza Mensah #2
The TV was on, playin’ some random shit low, but I wasn’t hearin’ none of it. My mind was somewhere else, and my body was right there with it.
My dick was hard as hell, standin’ up like it had a mind of its own, and I already knew I wasn’t about to fall asleep like this. I don’t even know what got into me like that, but it felt like ‘Nelle had a grip on me that I couldn’t break if I wanted to.
You would think the thought of her layin’ up with another nigga would’ve killed that shit, but it ain’t do nothin’ but make it worse.
All it did was have me thinkin’ about how he wasn’t touchin’ her the way I was.
I knew he wasn’t deep in that pussy the way I got, though.
I knew he wasn’t pullin’ them sounds outta her the way I did, and that shit had my jaw tight while my body reacted the complete opposite.
It ain’t matter what I did throughout the day; soon as I got back in this bed and closed my eyes, ‘Nelle was there, chillin’ in the back of my damn eyelids.
Even though I loved her, I always saw her body first. I saw that ass movin’ on me, felt the way she dropped down on my dick and rolled it slow, knowin’ what that shit did to a nigga like me.
I heard her voice in my ear, talkin’ that shit she be talkin’, and moanin’ my name all crazy.
That shit alone had my hand movin’ before I even realized it.
I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked it slow at first, lettin’ that image build instead of rushin’ through it. My head leaned back in the pillow while my eyes stayed closed, and all I could see was her ridin’ me, her body takin’ me in and givin’ it right back.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, feelin’ that tension start to build up in me.
The more I stroked, the clearer that shit got.
Now I could see her mouth on me, and the way she took her time with it.
I could see the way her lips wrapped around my dick while her tongue worked over my shit.
That memory hit harder than I expected, and my grip tightened on my dick without me even thinkin’ about it.
That wasn’t enough though, and that’s what fucked me up. It ain’t matter how much I stroked, it still felt like somethin’ was missin’, like my body knew this wasn’t Sha’Nelle and refused to settle for it.
I sat up, breathin’ heavier now, and ran my hand down my face before gettin’ up and headin’ to the bathroom. I grabbed the lotion quick and ain’t even think twice about it before slickin’ my hand up and walkin’ right back to the bed.
Soon as I laid back down, my hand went right back to my dick, movin’ over it smoother now. It was slower but heavier, like I was tryna make that shit feel as close to her as I could.
My thumb brushed over the tip, and when I saw that shine on my dick, my mind went straight to the way ‘Nelle used to cream on me. That shit sent somethin’ through me.
My chest started risin’ faster, and my strokes picked up without me even tellin’ myself to go harder. I was deep in it now, lost in that memory, imaginin’ ‘Nelle under me again with her legs wide open. I imagined her body takin’ all this dick I was givin’ her while I talked in her ear.
My head fell back, and I bit down on my lip while my hand worked my dick harder and faster, chasin’ that same feelin’ ‘Nelle gave me in real life.
“Fuck…” I groaned, my voice deeper now, and strained as that pressure built up quick.
I imagined I was inside her again, pushin’ into her slow, then harder, hearin’ her lose control while I told her exactly what the fuck I was gon’ do to her all night.
“I’m ‘bout to nut in that pussy…” I muttered without even realizin’ it, my hand movin’ in sync with that thought like it was real. And that was all it took.
My body tightened up, and I came hard as fuck, my hand still movin’ on my dick while that shit hit me in waves that I couldn’t even control.
My hips pushed up into my own hand, chasin’ that last bit of it.
My jaw clenched and my eyes squeezed shut while I rode that shit all the way through instead of cuttin’ it short.
My chest was liftin’ heavy, my breath comin’ out rough while that release kept comin’, slowin’ down until my body finally started easin’ off.
When it was over, I stayed here for a second with my head pressed back into the pillow while I caught my breath.
My hand was still wrapped around my dick while the last of my nut slid down over my fingers.
I looked down at that shit, watchin’ it drag slow against my skin, and let out a low breath while my body came down from it, but even then, it ain’t hit the way I needed it to.
This shit ain’t fix nothin’. If anything, it made it worse.
I sat her for a second, quiet, feelin’ that empty space hit me right after, and that’s when it really set in how bad I wanted Sha’Nelle back. Not just the sex, but her…
I finally got up and cleaned my dick off, washed my hands then came back to the bed, but I already knew I wasn’t about to go to sleep now.
My heart was still beatin’ too fast, and my mind was still stuck on Sha’Nelle.
That shit Kay’Lo told me came back to me, and I was sittin’ here tight as hell, thinkin’ about how I let a nigga with ten personalities convince me to chill when I should’ve just did what the fuck I wanted to do in the first place.
I reached for my phone and sat here for a second before unlockin’ it, already knowin’ what I was about to do.
I started lookin’ up hotels, my jaw tight while I scrolled, already feelin’ myself gettin’ fed up with how this shit been goin’.
I was tired of sittin’ around waitin’ on ‘Nelle. I was tired of playin’ this shit her way, and tired of watchin’ her move like she ain’t know what the fuck she had with me.
If I had to pull up on her and literally snatch her out that nigga’s arms, then that’s exactly what the fuck I was gon’ do.
It ain’t even matter if she wanted to see me or not, ‘cause either way, her ass was gon’ see me again.
This time, I wasn’t leavin’ without her.