Bless
BLESS
I couldn't believe that Legacy was here, although I thanked God he had been. When he told me he had come because his father was in the hospital, but his mother wouldn't let him be there, my heart poured out to him. The devastation on his face reminded me of the defeat he’d felt when he turned to pills to numb his pain.
As soon as he mentioned his father, I sprang into action, grabbing my phone to call Elaine for an update. We both completely forgot about Raja as I got as much information from Elaine as I could.
Darrell had suffered an ischemic stroke. A blood clot had cut off the blood supply to part of his brain. He was lucky to be alive. The doctors had managed to dissolve the clot and restore the blood flow, but he would need to stay at the hospital for a few days for monitoring and rehabilitation. They needed to ensure there were no further complications.
Hearing that his father would be okay, Legacy finally seemed to relax a bit. But I could see it gnawed at him that his mother still hated him so much that he couldn't even be at the hospital with his father.
I looked out the window, relieved to see that Raja and his car were gone. But I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d been able to drive after the beating Legacy had given him.
"Is he still there?" Legacy’s voice was still tense and protective.
"No, he's gone," I replied, still staring out into the night.
"What happened? Did he hurt you?"
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I told him I couldn’t date him anymore. When I tried to get out of the car, he grabbed me. He... h-he… he pulled me back in."
The rage was building in Legacy's eyes again, his fists clenching at his sides.
"I think he was trying to rape me. But he didn't hurt me before you got there. I was fighting back. He never hit me."
The anger in Legacy's eyes turned into something darker, more dangerous. He took a step towards me, his hands shaking with barely controlled fury.
"He was trying to what ?" Legacy's voice broke off, his jaw tightening.
"But he didn't," I quickly interjected, trying to calm him down. "You got there in time. He didn't get the chance."
Legacy's rage didn't dissipate, but he pulled me into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around me protectively. "I swear, , if he ever comes near you again..."
"I know," I whispered, holding him close. "You’re going to kill him."
Standing there holding each other, I felt overwhelming confirmation that this was where I belonged. The need to take care of Legacy as much as he had taken care of me that night consumed me. Gently, I grabbed his face, my fingers brushing against his skin. I wondered if he would resist since our lips hadn’t met in five years. But I remembered the passion in his words when he said he was willing to kill and do time for me.
Without hesitation, I leaned in and passionately tasted his lips. To my relief, he didn’t resist. Instead, he took over and began to lead. Our mouths crashed together hungrily, and we indulged in a breathy, sloppy, needy kiss. All that could be heard in the quiet house was our heavy breathing.
Legacy guided me to the couch. There was no mistaking his state of arousal or his desire for me. It felt exhilarating to know he still wanted me as much as I wanted him. With my arms draped around his neck and my fingers caressing his skin, we kissed hungrily and deeply.
My breasts were crushed by the strength of his embrace, his hands gripping me tightly. We kissed fervently, our hands groping for whatever could be held. Each touch, each caress, spoke of our mutual lust and need. I was falling into an abyss of craven longing for him, losing myself in the intensity of our ever-present chemistry.
Our breaths mingled, heavy and heated, as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel his hands exploring, claiming me with each touch. My fingers traced his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more, needing more.
We were consumed by each other, by the years of pent-up desire and longing. Nothing else mattered in that moment but the two of us together, rediscovering the passion that had never truly faded. We surrendered to the hunger, the need, the undeniable pull that drew us together.
Legacy's hands roamed over my body, and I responded with equal fervor, our bodies pressing closer, our hearts pounding in unison. The fire between us was ignited, burning brightly, fiercely.
Legacy guided me down onto the couch, never breaking our kiss. He knelt in front of me, lifting my leg and kissing his way up to the seam of my shorts. His touch made my breath quicken as he moved closer to the sensitive skin. He repeated the same on my other leg, sending shivers through me. Eagerly, I lifted my hips, sliding my shorts down and casting them aside.
Sliding off the couch, I knelt on the floor with him, now facing each other. I began to remove his shirt, kissing the bare skin as it was revealed. He pushed my top over my head, and then gently laid me down on the carpet, planting soft kisses around my tummy, teasing my belly button with his tongue. His kisses and licks covered my bare skin, each touch dousing the fire in me with gasoline.
He teased me with his tongue, moving slowly from my navel down to my waistline. I had been in this position a few times with other men, but none of them made me melt like this. None of them could claim me with such protection and possessiveness. I belonged to him, completely and utterly.
His tongue ran over my bare mound. I ran my hands through his thick dark waves as my back arched, inviting him to travel lower. Finally, his tongue met my clit. Kissing it hello, the two met again in a sweet reunion. His tongue was perfect, dancing with my clit while his fingers pushed in and out of my pussy with ease.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I whimpered. The sound of him with a mouth full of me again made my pussy leak around his sweet assault.
“Pussy tastes like brown sugar.”
“Fuck,” I whimpered, tears of need and longing coming to my eyes.
He devoured my pussy. My body trembled as he licked and kissed, his fingers working me into orgasmic frenzy.
He stopped briefly, growling a question, “Are you going to cum for me? Please cum for me. I miss the taste of you.”
“Yes," I whispered, willing to do anything for him, especially that. “Yes, I’ll cum for you.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, moaning. The vibration of his deep seductive roar vibrated inside my core.
It didn’t take long for the orgasm to arrive. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I grabbed fistfuls of the carpet, trying to bury the shouts of pleasure and praise that wanted to escape as my body experienced spasms that caused me to jerk uncontrollably with pure fucking pleasure.
He finally released me from his suction. I could finally breathe. But instantly, he hovered over me. I could feel his hard dick bouncing against my eagerly waiting center.
I fervently awaited his penetration. But he stared down on me, dreamingly gazing at me as the moonlight lit his face, making the nectar from my cum on his face sparkle.
“What?” I asked nervously.
“I love you.”
I inhaled, holding my breath. “ Still ?”
“Of course. You don’t judge me like other people. You don’t look at me with my failures in the background. You look at me like God sees me. You always did. You were always there for me. And for that I will always love you.”
I inhaled his sweet words with awe.
As if he didn’t want me to respond, he brought his face down to mine, taking my mouth in a hungry kiss again. I tasted my own juice, licking it from his lips.
He slid his dick over my drenched lips. He gently stroked it back and forth from the bottom of my pussy to my clit. His balls pushed against me, full of cum. I locked my legs around him and pulled him closer. He pushed back until the tip found the tight tunnel of my love. He pressed gently forward and finally his dick entered me again.
He paused, taking a deep breath. “ Fuuuuuuck ,” he moaned.
He eased forward, fighting with the resistance of my tight walls. He slid in slowly, stretching me around his large steel. He watched my face as he rode me. Our eyes locked together, watching each other's desire. We were still connected, still one.
Finally all the way in, his tip kissed the bottom of my pussy. He began to move rhythmically, sliding all the way in and then pulling back to the edge. He sank deep inside, retreating to the brink, only to plunge back in again. Our bodies slid together, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. My legs pulled him in, and my pussy arched up to meet each thrust as we settled into a synchronized dance of love and desire that frightened me.
I was living out my fantasy. Legacy had told me that he still loved me with the sweetest words ever uttered. He was reclaiming my body, and in that moment, it felt like everything I had been yearning for over the years.
But the hurt and secrets from our past still lingered like a shadow threatening to ruin what I had been waiting so long for.