Chapter 8 Erygon #2
She sat in the middle of the bed with just a T-shirt on. Her legs were crossed. “No, you don’t have to leave. You’re fine.”
I was taking this shit molasses slow with her ass to make sure she was always comfortable. It was very commendable on my part because the only thing that we had done was kiss. I have touched her ass maybe four times since we’ve been together.
“That’s what you’re sleeping in, baby?” When she nodded, my brow rose. “Lovina, I love you. I’m going to tell you that sleeping in bed with me with that on is not going to work unless we are about to have some kind of action. I’m not sure if I can lay next to you and not at least rub on your ass.”
She stared at me for a beat. It was a questionable gaze, but I wasn’t sure what she questioned. “You love me?”
Damn! I didn’t even realize I said that. Well, I said it now. Might as well double down. “Yeah, I do. I love the fuck out your lil ass.”
Her cheek went toward her lifted shoulder before her eyes met mine. “I love you too.” She shifted on the bed. “I was thinking that we could do something.”
“Something like what, Love?” I needed her to tell me something. There was no way she was asking me what I thought she was.
She cleared her throat. “I love you and you love me. I want to share my virginity with you.”
“Love, there is no sharing your virginity. Once I get it, it’s gone. Once it’s gone, that pussy belongs to me respectfully,” I told her.
She was in here talking about she wanted to share her virginity. I planned to obliterate that shit when she gave me the chance. We had been together for what I would call a lil minute. To some it might not be that long, but they didn’t matter.
She tittered quietly. “Okay, well, I don’t want to share my virginity. I want to give it to you.”
I was a grown ass man, but I felt like a whole ass teenager who was about to have sex with his first girl ever.
I had to get myself together because my dick was acting a fool right now.
I walked to the side of the bed. “Lovina, are you sure you want to do this? I want you to make sure this is what you really want. This isn’t something that you are required to do, on some real shit. I can wait.
“If you want to wait until after I marry you, then I’ll wait, baby. Now, we might get married within the next six months but that’s neither here nor there.” I would marry her tomorrow if she allowed me to.
I knew she was for me when I came to her apartment one day after I had a rough case where the patient died.
The patient was a six-year-old little boy who was hit by a car that was involved in a high-speed chase with the police.
The surgeons worked their asses off to save that baby, but God just needed him more.
It was like Love felt my energy. She listened to me talk before she pulled me into her arms. We watched television, and I slept on her lap until dinner.
I knew then that she was who I not only wanted but needed forever.
My mama told me there was a blessing in the difference when it came to Love.
I believed that wholeheartedly. She was my calm.
She crawled over to me, then lifted her body on her knees. Her arms wrapped around my waist. “Erygon, this is what I want. I want to be with you in the most intimate way. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Her stare was intense, and her words were firm. I lowered my lips to hers. Since our first kiss, she had become quite the kisser. I didn’t mind at all. The more we kissed, the harder my dick got. My hand went to her ass, and I guided her to lay on the bed.
My hand slowly moved up her leg. I pulled back when I got to the prize. “Oh, you are ready,” I commented with a smirk. “Let me find out you don’t need my help.”
Her ass didn’t have on fucking panties. If she wasn’t a virgin, I would say that she was trying to get fucked in here. I almost lost my mind when she winked. “I want you to talk me through it.” What in the Amish girl gone sexy shit is this?
“Aye, stop reading those damn books talking about talk you through it.” I kissed her neck. “Do you even know what that means?”
She didn’t answer—just like I knew that she knew that she didn’t know. I pulled back to tell her to pull down my shorts. I needed her to have some skin in the game when it came to this sex thing. Yeah, she said this was her decision, so I wanted it to be her hands that took out this dick.
She paused for a moment. Her arms unwrapped from my neck, then her hands traveled down my sides. When her hands got to the waist of my shorts and started to pull them down, I rewarded her with a passionate kiss. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers played with her clit. That pussy was wet.
I lifted my waist to help her with her task as well as used one of my hands to pull them the rest of the way down.
It was a hand, legs, and foot collaboration to get my shorts down.
I thought about taking her shirt off, but I decided not to.
“Grab my dick, Love. I want you to feel what’s about to go up in you now and for life. ”
Her small hand wrapped around my dick. Her eyes slowly widened. When her eyes shifted down, I lifted myself again so she could get a peek. “Wow. That’s kind of big.”
One of my hands was on her waist and the other slipped under her T-shirt.
Her sexy moan slipped through her lips when my hand cupped her titty.
After I lifted that side of her tee, my tongue licked her nipple, then I took her titty into my mouth.
My other hand moved from her waist to go back to her clit. Her hand tightened around my dick.
“Erygon! I have to go to the bathroom.” She squirmed under me. It didn’t take much convincing for her to let that nut go. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I knew that this was her first orgasm in life from our previous conversations. My girl told me that she had never even touched herself in a sexual way. That shit was wild to me. “You like how that felt, Love? I’m gonna make that pussy spit up like that every time I eat it, fuck it, or touch it.”
For the rest of the night, I took my baby through different levels of ecstasy once we got past the pain from the original entry. She allowed me to explore her body, and I did just that. Like she asked early in the night, I talked her ass all the way through it.
A Short Time Later . . .
“Look at my boy all in love and shit. I knew e would happen one day. I jus’ happy e wasn’t wit’ Hope’s ass.” Beyon had never cared for Hope because of her public persona.
Hope never cheated on me that I knew of.
There were a lot of people who felt otherwise because of her flirtatious nature.
She loved to be in niggas’ faces. She and her homegirls would have these stupid ass contests to see who could get the most phone numbers and shit.
Most women in a relationship wouldn’t partake in the foolery, but Hope tended to be immature.
It was activities like those that eventually ended our relationship.
I couldn’t be with a woman I couldn’t trust.
At the time that Hope and I were together, I still had one foot in the streets.
She would do shit that resulted in me running up on niggas in the most detrimental ways.
Once my uncle got wind, he cut that shit short.
We sat down, had a conversation, and it opened my eyes to what path I needed to walk and the people that I needed to leave behind on that journey.
“Man, I love da fuck out that girl. Every day she shows me another reason I’m gonna marry her ass.
” I smacked Beyon’s arm. “Did I tell you I came to her apartment da other day... My mama and Love were on my mama’s back deck sewing baskets.
Dog, I ain’t even know my mama taught her how to sew baskets. ”
We both laughed. “Man, you know ya girl good with her hands. One of my lil joints daddy died. They used to travel a lot. Everywhere they traveled they got a T-shirt as a memory. She got a bunch of them shits. She told me that she was gonna send dem to some company to make a quilt.” He popped his collar with an arch brow.
“Ya know ya cuzzo had to swoop in and do his big one. I took all them shits and brought them to Lovina. Ya girl made a quilt and with the left-over material she made a damn teddy bear. Man, lil mama fucked me so good afta that, I almost told her it would only be her.”
I looked at him with a side eye before I erupted in laughter. “Boy, what da fuck! You did all dat for a female but don’t want to call her yours. You doin’ too much.”
We were at my house chilling. I was off today, thank God. Since I started as Fiona’s on-call, I have worked with her on eight surgeries. It seemed like Croy and Fiona worked together to make sure the surgeries they wanted me on didn’t conflict.
“Man, whateva. I plan to make ha mine. I just wanna make sure I get all dis ho out me first,” Benyon said. When I told him to be mindful before she finds another nigga who was ready now, he waved me off. “Man, she not ’bout to find a damn thing but a found nigga wit a bullet in his head.”
I shook my head before I looked at my watch.
My baby was on her way to my house. Since our staycation, she felt comfortable spending the night at my house.
She said she loved to be around me, which I believed.
I also believed she wanted to be around this dick.
She would never admit that, or at least not now.
My baby still was on her whole modesty thing except for when it counted most . . . in the bedroom.
My cousin and I sat in my living room, talked, and watched the game.
I missed my girl. It was taking everything in me to not ask her to move in with me.
My mama said I needed to be cool and take it slow.
She said a lot more than that, but I refused to sit and listen to my mama talk to me about making sure my lil peen only stays in Love’s one tapped vagina.
What kind of woman says one tapped vagina?
My front door alarm went off. The first thing I heard when the door opened was Beyuna’s loud ass voice. From the sound of it, Love’s driving lesson didn’t go too well. I tried to teach her for about three days before I passed that shit off to her best friend.
“Beyuna, it wasn’t that bad,” Love whined as they walked into the living room. “I did way better than I did the other day. I drove the right speed limit.”
When she got close, I reached up and grabbed her wrist to pull her down onto my lap. My arms wrapped around her, then I kissed her neck. She giggled as I continued to kiss her neck and tell her that I missed her today. She worked at the bakery today.
My cousin crossed her arms over herself and stuck her hip out. “Yes, you did do that. You didn’t go one number over it. The problem today was stopping at yellow lights.”
“Beyuna, the yellow lights mean caution. I was being cautious when I stopped.” Love’s voice was so innocent. Something told me that there was more to this story.
Beyuna’s finger went up. “Okay, I can give you that. Stop to be cautious, but best friend”—she moved to stand in front of us—“you don’t stop in the intersection, Lovina Marie Stoltzfus.”
My head bucked back. Hold up! “Why don’t I know that your middle name is Marie?”
Love shifted on my lap to face me. “Because my middle name is not Marie. I don’t have a middle name. She assigned me one.”
Beyon and I laughed at my baby’s expense. It was hard not to. I could see Love in the car sitting just as primp and proper like it was alright.
Beyuna glanced down at her phone when it rang. “Who the fuck is this?” She tapped the screen, then put the phone to her ear. “Hello.”
Her ass is rude now. We all sat there and watched her face in the confusion Olympics. She pulled the phone from her ear, tilted her head, then asked, “Lovina Marie, why is your sister calling me?”