17. Chapter 17
Glenda
I’d been in a foggy haze for so long. But as Bama explained what happened the night Reggie died, something snapped.
Like a taut line that had been holding the rug over my eyes was cut loose and everything was revealed.
It all came rushing back. It was overwhelming, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, but so freeing.
I wasn’t magically cured. My brain wasn’t fixed.
I knew I had work to do still. But now I could.
I could finally move forward. I remembered everything.
I knew what I had to unravel and work through.
And I knew that all that time, I wasn’t mad at Leigh for what he did. I was mad for what he didn’t do.
I knew I had to be close to him, and looking around the room I’d shared with Reggie after Bama and Linny went back to bed soured my stomach. I couldn’t be there. I had no way to get back so I prayed he was near the phone. It was so late. But he answered. And he came.
Even though I knew the truth finally and everything made sense, we still needed to have that conversation.
We’d probably have more eventually, but it was out in the open finally and the truth about Reggie was in my face.
I was disgusted with myself that all these months I kept lying to myself about how wonderful he was.
I’d told Linny he was the love of my life.
But the truth was, I wanted him to be, but he wasn’t.
Once he was gone, only remembering the good stuff made the rest easier to deal with.
It made being alone tolerable. Making myself believe I’d at least had some great love somehow got me through my days.
But it was all a lie. One I told myself, which made it all worse. But I couldn’t harp on that now. I promised Linny I’d call Dr. Stanley. Not just for her, but for me.
But now that I was seeing things for what they truly were, one thing was abundantly clear: Leigh should have been the one all along.
Now I was in his lap, pulling at his shirt and finally letting myself feel all the things I’d been so badly wanting but denying myself.
Reggie patched me in, but Leigh promised himself to me. He’d shown me time and again who he was and what he felt. So when he said if we did this, we belonged to each other and only each other, I believed him.
All the pent up tension I’d carried, even before Reggie died, was melting away with each stroke of Leigh’s tongue, each touch of his hands on my skin.
I yanked my shirt over my head, needing to feel him against me. Not just his heat, but his skin on mine.
Both of our hands roamed over each other. My fingers squeezed at his hard muscles between running my hands over his hot skin.
He kissed me hard and deep and my hips rocked in his lap. I needed more. Scrambling off his lap, I toed off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans. His eyes raked over me as I stood in nothing but my pink lace panties and bra.
I stepped closer and leaned to undo his belt but he stood, grabbing my ass and lifting me up. My legs wrapped around him and I gripped his shoulders, staring into those dark eyes that were all nearly pupil now.
As we entered the bedroom, he kicked the door closed, then carefully laid me on the bed. I started to push my panties down but he leaned back and playfully popped my hand. “I’ll do that.”
I grinned but sat up, gripping his belt and jerking him closer. “Then I’ll do this.”
His hand stroked lightly over my arm as I worked his belt and jeans open. I gripped the waist of his pants and his underwear and tugged them down. His huge cock bounced in my face and a wave of wetness flooded my panties.
“Goddamn.”
He chuckled. “Glad you approve.”
Licking my lips, I leaned down and licked around the tip.
His chest rumbled and he gripped my hair. “Glenda.”
Holding him in my hand, I looked up. “Say it again.”
His fist tightened in my hair. His voice was even deeper this time. “Glenda.”
I wrapped my mouth around him and took him in, deeper and deeper. He didn’t push me down, though. He gripped my hair, but he let me pace myself and go as deep or shallow as I wanted.
Glancing up, his dark eyes were hooded and watching me. He moaned low and said, “Glenda. Fuck that feels so good, baby.”
I moved my hand, grabbing his firm ass with both, and sank my mouth down all the way.
He rumbled again and his fist tightened in my hair even more. I flattened my tongue, dragging it beneath his hard dick, and gave a little suction as I pulled away. I was shocked when he pulled my head away and my mouth gave a loud pop.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, panting a little.
He leaned down, letting my hair go and tugging at my panties. I leaned and angled my hips to help get them off. He leaned closer again, reaching behind me then pulling the straps of my bra down my arms.
His mouth went to my nipple, licking and nipping as my back arched off the bed. “Leigh,” I gasped at the jolt it sent straight to my pussy.
His hands ran over my thighs and one moved between them, finding my slick heat. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Leigh, touch me. Please.” I was needy and didn’t care.
His fingers dipped inside and he moaned as he plunged them in and out. His thumb rolled over my clit and his mouth went to the other nipple, rolling it with his tongue before lightly nipping it.
My hips bucked and I moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
My hands threaded through his hair and I closed my eyes, soaking up all the sensations. He kissed his way down, still fingering me, the wet sounds filling the air.
When his mouth found my clit, I gasped again, tightening my grip on his hair.
He moved his fingers, licking me from hole to clit like an ice cream cone before he wrapped his lips over my clit, gently sucking.
“Fucking shit,” I said through clenched teeth. Heat flushed my body as unintelligible sounds left my lips.
His fingers pressed back inside as his tongue flicked over my clit then sucked before doing that combination again.
“Leigh,” I gasped as the pressure in my core was almost unbearable. “I need you.”
“You’ll have me. But first, you’re gonna come all over my face. Let go, Glenda.”
His mouth went back to work, and in seconds, my legs clenched around his head, my body shaking.
Loud moans filled the room as my pussy fluttered around his fingers and waves crashed through me.
His fingers and mouth kept going until my legs loosened. I’d had such a tight hold on his hair that my fingers were momentarily stuck like claws.
I was gasping for air as he wiped his face on the comforter, then reached into the nightstand before climbing over me.
I watched as he worked the condom on, then focused on me. “You still need me?”
“Please, yes.”
His head dipped down, and he kissed me softly. His thumb brushed my cheek before he threaded his fingers in my hair. I moved my hips, seeking him out. He moved, so I reached down and guided him inside.
He pulled his head back just barely, his lips brushing over mine as he said, “Needy girl.”
“I am. Please.” I couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone so badly. I was practically begging him.
He pressed himself in slowly, moaning as he did. “Glenda.”
“I love the way you say that,” I told him, my hands moving down his back and over his ass. I pulled him deeper, making us both moan.
“Your little cunt feels so good, Glenda.” He pressed inside, all the way, then stopped.
He stared down at me, his finger tracing my eyebrow, then down my cheek, and over my lips.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you again so bad.
Not just because your pussy was made for me, but because you were. You’re mine now, Glenda. All mine.”
I swallowed hard but that didn’t stop the tears from squeezing from my eyes.
His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you? Do I need to stop?” He started to pull away, but I dug my nails into his ass to hold him where he was.
“No, don’t stop. I’m sorry. It’s so stupid. But they’re happy tears, Leigh.”
He wiped them away, then kissed my cheek before lightly kissing my lips. “I’ll do my best to only produce that kind.” His mouth met mine again, then his hips finally moved.
His fingers dug into my hips and as his pace picked up. He kissed me hard and deep as his gentle strokes turned harder and faster.
More pressure built deep inside and our bodies slapped together as we worked to keep pace with each other.
“I feel you, Glenda. Come again for me, baby.”
As if my body was taking instructions, new waves crashed through me and my body tensed around him. This time instead of sweet mewls, I grunted and panted.
“Fuck, Leigh. Oh, God.”
Stars burst behind my eyes and prickling heat raced over every inch of my skin.
“I’m coming, baby.” He grunted. “Goddamn, woman,” he said before he let out a loud roar.
My body collapsed, then he fell on me, only holding his upper body off me by his forearms. He peppered kisses over my neck and shoulder, then worked his way back to my cheek before finding my lips again.
He kissed me deep, his tongue stroking mine slow and steady. After what felt like hours, he finally pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “I could kiss you forever.”
Grabbing his face, I kissed him again to hide the new tears. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. It was all overwhelming in a beautiful way. But part of me regretted not having this until now.
Eventually, he slid from inside me and pulled the condom off. “I’ll be right back.”
Wiping my face, I looked over. The clock said four. The light from the bathroom flicked on and water ran. He returned with a washcloth and gently wiped me down. Nobody had ever done that.
“You’re so beautiful, Glenda.”
I chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” he asked without looking up at me.
“Calling me beautiful while you’re staring at my pussy.”
His eyes finally looked up. “It’s beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Your face is beautiful. And your mind is beautiful.”
Chill bumps ran over my arms and legs. He noticed them and smirked. “I’m going to love you so hard that eventually you’ll demand the praise, not get nervous about it.”
My heart skipped. He was right. It was odd to hear these things. But it was also odd that for the first time, I didn’t doubt what someone was saying. I didn’t have a weird knot in my stomach. I believed this man wholeheartedly. And for the first time in years, I was at peace.