Chapter 16 #3
The waiting game began as the silence continued. I peeked at the aligned tests every few seconds, all six of them. Some had lines and others had words that would appear. After leaning over a third time to check the tests, I read a message on the screen that I knew would change my life forever.
“Pregnant?” The rhetorical question left my lips.
“Keanu don’t joke like that,” Lyric warned.
“I’m not, baby girl. Come see for yourself,” I suggested, stepping back so that she could see the tests. One by one, the results started appearing.
Lyric stood with her hand over her mouth, unmoving until the last test displayed two pink lines. When she turned around, she dropped her hand and revealed the somber smile that covered the lower half of her face.
“Pregnant.” She sighed.
“How you feeling?” I asked. Her face wasn’t giving away many details. I couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad.
“I’m feeling blessed. I’ve wanted a child to call my own for as long as I can remember.”
“A child or a family?” I wanted her to clarify. I’d given her the child, but I wanted her to have me, too.
“Can we not do this right now?”
“What other choice are you leaving me with?” I posed the question.
“I’m very, very happy right now, Keanu. Very happy. I just want to bask. This is the best news I’ve received all year, and I just want to soak it up without either of us being selfish and ruining a moment that can be as beautiful as we allow it to be.”
Disregarding every word that came from her pretty lips, I maneuvered until I was standing behind her.
When she spun around, I palmed the center of her neck and wrapped my fingers around the rest. Tired of the back and forth we’d participated in for the last hour, I sealed her lips with mine.
If she wasn’t telling me what I needed to hear then I wanted her to keep her mouth closed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I breathed out after breaking away from her. “Just shut the fuck up.”
I twirled her body until she was facing the mirror and then pinned it against the counter. Her bottoms slid down with ease, not protesting at all as I shoved them to her ankles. I freed my dick from my pants and it sprang up, tapping the skin of her heavy ass cheek.
“Who is she?” Lyric cried out to me.
“Nobody,” I responded, rubbing my dick up against her slit.
“Did you fuck her?” she followed up with.
“Naw, I saved this dick for you.”
With that revelation, I slid into her wetness.
Simultaneously, we released satisfying groans.
It had been four weeks since I’d gotten my dick wet, and I had every intention to make up for lost time.
I didn’t give a fuck how mad Lyric pretended to be, she couldn’t resist the dick, and we both knew it.
I twisted her long ponytail around my hand and pulled her head back far enough for me to have unrestricted access to her neck.
I bit into it, releasing my frustrations out on her skin.
She made me so fucking mad all those weeks ago but every day – even those that we didn’t communicate – she still managed to make me the happiest man in the world.
Because, I knew that no matter what path we took, it would always lead us back to one another.
She was mine. No matter how much she resented it and no matter how much she resented me, it was something she just couldn’t change.
“Ouuuuuuuw,” sexily, Lyric whined.
She tasted like mine. It was a very distinctive taste that I couldn’t quite put a finger on, but it was familiar. I’d tasted it only once and it was from the very person that was gripping my dick with her pussy muscles and trying her hardest to drain me of my cum.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear after releasing her neck.
The silence that followed let me know that Lyric was deep in her feelings. Though she wasn’t willing to talk to me, her pussy was and it was telling me all of her secrets – everything she wasn’t willing to admit.
I love you, too.
I miss you.
Her legs locked as her hands trembled, signaling her climax although she remained silent. My strokes intensified as Lyric’s pussy became ridiculously moist.
“Shit pathetic.”
My dick slid in and out of her as her pussy cried out to me.
Each time I looked down at where we connected, I had to refrain from letting my shit rip because she’d shined my dick better than a shiner in the middle of the airport.
My black ass skin glistened with her juices, a white ring forming at the base of me.
It was as if I’d coated myself with melted butter.
Lyric was drenched. If she ever thought I’d sit around and watch another nigga enjoy the fruits of her labor then she was sadly mistaken.
I don’t want anybody but you.
Let’s make this thing work.
Over and over, her pussy exposed her true feelings and desires, bringing me closer to my nut with each word.
I’m having your baby.
Those words milked me like a fucking cow, stiffening my limbs as I released my load inside of Lyric. It had been far too long since I’d been inside of her, leaving me with no choice but to release.