Chapter 45
Ileft the room irritated. Not only was I pissed at Lakia.
I was pissed at Mali when he told me that he and Kareem linked up.
The shit he was telling me, I was trying to understand.
How did he get wrapped up in some bullshit with that nigga.
I don’t know if it was the liquor he’d been drinking or if the nigga was just that stupid.
My loyalty was to him, but a bigger part of me felt I needed to involve Chevy.
I ran my hand over my face because there was so much going on.
Then, Lakia, man, I was to the point where giving up on her was the only option. I fluffed the pillow lying on the bed in the room adjacent to the master bedroom, where she was. I cracked my neck trying to make myself lie down, but I couldn’t.
Pace. Push up. Pace. Push up.
Why was getting her out of my mind so hard? She couldn’t even be honest with me.
Pace. Push up. Pace. Push up.
I never thought shit would be like this.
Pace. Push up. Pace. Push up.
I’d finally convinced my brain to make me lie down.
I stared at the ceiling with a heavy heart.
I knew I needed to leave her alone. It had been a month and a half, and we hadn’t progressed.
Maybe this relationship, or trying to start one, wasn’t for me.
I’ve dated many women but never found myself in anything serious, and I don’t know what made me believe that marrying her would be different.
Hell, it only made things with Foe worse.
The sound of the door slowly opening caught my eye. She didn’t say a word; instead, she crept over and stood over me. Lakia removed the towel from her body and climbed into bed with me. “Fua, I’m sorry,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me.
I didn’t want to look at her because I felt like this was another one of her games. Her naked body kissed mine, sending a feeling through me, one I tried ignoring. “Fua, I’m not perfect. I’m not, but leaving is the last thing I want to do.”
I closed my eyes slowly. Her touch felt good. Her voice in this moment was soothing. “How do I know that?” I asked.
There was a moment of silence before she climbed on top of me. She grabbed my hands, forcing them around her waist. “Fua I,” she paused. “I left where I was because I had nowhere to go. I,” she paused again. “I was dealing with a man and it got me kicked out of school.”
I glanced up at her. “How did fucking with somebody get you kicked out?”
She pulled her eyes away, then glanced down at me. “He was my professor. I thought I was in love, but I was being taken advantage of.”
There it was, some truth, finally. I didn’t say anything as she continued. “Fua, I was taking care of this man with my brother’s money, and my brother doesn’t know.”
My eyes landed on her, but she placed her fingers on my lips. “I haven’t been to school in almost two years, and my brother doesn’t know.”
I placed my hands behind my head. “Ok.”
She rocked back and forth a little. “You don’t understand. He’s been thinking he’s been paying for school. I’m scared to tell him.”
Now the shit made sense. “You need to tell him,” I told her.
She stopped rocking. “I’m scared. He will lose it if he finds out.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist to give her comfort. “If you cannot be honest with him, what makes you think I would want you to be around me, and you cannot be honest with your family?”
I knew I hit her with that one, but I meant every word, though.
I was big on family, and if you could betray someone who had been taking care of you, that makes me believe that I’m no different.
Lakia glanced down at me, and although shit looked normal, it wasn’t until I felt her tears hitting my chest that I knew she was crying.
I reached out to let my thumb stroke her tears.
As I lay there, I stared at her long and hard.
I knew she wasn’t perfect, and I wasn’t expecting her to be, but I did want her to own up to the truths, not just to her family.
However, I didn’t want her to feel alone.
The rain kissed the window as her light sobs fell in sync with them.
My thumb continued to stroke her cheek until it slowly moved down to her full lips.
When Sukalati’s eyes closed, I knew she was feeling just as I was.
She pecked at my thumb as her body started to rock back and forth.
Her chocolate nipples perked, begging me to take them between my teeth.
She leaned forward, where our lips were only inches apart. “I—”
“I’m going to take care of you, Sukalati. I’m your husband. That’s my job, do you hear me?”
She nodded slowly. I pulled her face closer and kissed her.
The way our tongues engaged with each other was as if they knew they belonged together.
A moan escaped her lips as my tongue moved to her neck.
I gripped her waist, spinning her, placing her on her back.
“After this time, we can do it however we want, but tonight I want to watch you while I please you,” I whispered.
“Do not and I mean do not close your eyes.”
My hand slid up her leg, slowly gripping her inner thigh. Her body arched slightly, “Ooo,” she moaned.
I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, then bit at her neck, then her collar bone, and lastly her nipple. I allowed my tongue to travel all around her nipple before flicking at it.
Crack of thunder.
Her hand slid down my back as I devoured each one of her nipples as if they were the main course. Without struggle, I used one hand to come out of my sweats. As I towered over her, we locked in, “You sure you’re ready for this? There is no turning back, Sukalati,” I muttered.
Her eyes never wavered as her tongue ran over her lips, “I’m ready, Fua, I am.”
With that, I entered her chocolate heaven slowly. She let out a gasp as her body shot up. “Ah!” she moaned, but it sounded more like a cry.
Crack of thunder.
I blew out a sharp breath because I’ve experienced a lot of pussy, but nothing like this.
She was tight as hell, wet to perfection and warm like a sunny day.
Lakia hadn’t been touched much, and I could tell.
Her legs slowly wrapped around me, giving me more space to adjust my hips, and when she did, I dived in deeper.
“Mmm, you feel so good, baby,” I groaned.
My body began to move in waves as I started to work her pussy. “Why do you feel so good? Don’t stop, please.”
“I don’t want to Sukalati, a nigga swear.”
Crack of thunder. Roll forward, roll down.
Her legs opened wider, her pussy was wetter, and I picked up speed. I placed one hand on her hip and the other on the headboard.
Roll forward, roll down.
The way we began rocking, we were out doing the rain that smacked against the window. Lakia took a grip of my hair, bringing my face to hers as we tongue fucked each other.
Crack of thunder. Roll forward, roll down. Deeper.
“You’re gonna make a nigga put a baby in you. Open that shit up,” I told her.
Crack of thunder. Roll forward, roll down.
Her hips moved in sync with my pace. The headboard banged against the wall.
Crack of thunder. Roll forward, roll down. Deeper.
I felt my nut brewing. Her mouth opened, and so did mine. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” I heard her say.
“I got you, baby.”
Crack of thunder. Roll forward, roll down. Deeper.
“I’m cummin’ Fua!” she yelled as her legs jerked.
I took two more strokes before I pulled out. “Goddamn!” I shouted as I let my seeds trickle down my leg.
We both sat in the quiet room panting. I stood up and reached out for her hand. “Where are we going?” she asked.
I smiled at her, “To shower, then to sleep in our bed.”