Chapter 13 #3
She kissed her teeth as an expression of doubt covered her features. “I don't believe that. You wanted me to kill myself because of what I did to you. So, I’m not gonna believe you're overjoyed for me.”
“Stop that,” he scolded her. “I would never want you to do anything to yourself. Yeah, I’m mad about what you did but not mad enough to see you dead. The fuck.”
With her lips pressed together, Cali leaned back, staring at him.
There was so much Rio wanted to confess but there was a part of his manhood that his pride was in charge of.
Admitting she still occupied most of his mind each day was a no.
Acknowledging that the love he had for her was still present was out of the question.
Telling her how he hated that there were over 1000 miles between them would kill Rio.
He couldn’t express any of that with his mouth. It had to be done another way.
Glancing at his watch, he checked the time. “Let me get you back to your crib. It’s getting late.”
She nodded, and they got up from the booth. Rio allowed Cali to walk in front of him, which gave him an enticing view of her body.
Damn, her ass look good…
Rio adjusted his hard-on in his jeans as they walked outside.
The air was nippy, making him put his hands inside his pockets.
They opted to go to the corner where the bar was.
There were no words spoken as they walked; just silence while Rio thought of how he would finally walk away from Cali.
He knew it needed to be done but his heart wasn’t ready to let go.
The grip it had on her was so tight that he couldn’t pry it away.
“Well,” she said once they reached her loft. “We’re here. I guess it was nice seeing you.”
He hid his smile and dragged his teeth across his lip. “Let me take a piss.”
Cali eyed him before she hiked up the stairs. Opening the door, he walked in and headed for the powder room that was near the kitchen.
“You can let yourself out,” she told him.
After shutting the door, Rio relieved his bladder then washed his hands. Looking in the mirror, he braced himself for this next chapter of his life. He wondered if Cali would be a part of it or would this be their last encounter. The reality of the latter caused his stomach to hollow.
Rio took his phone out and noticed another text from Rozalin.
He didn’t bother reading it. He tapped on an app and looked at the dates.
After that, he exhaled and walked out the bathroom.
Expecting to see Cali, he noticed there was no one on the lower floor.
He did hear soft tunes playing from upstairs.
Looking up, he noticed a light illuminating the top floor.
Rio took his jacket off and hung it on the stool.
Slowly, he ascended the stairs and saw Cali removing her dress.
Carl Thomas’ Thought You Should Know filled the room.
Trapped in silent wonderment, he marveled at her body that was only clothed in a black thong.
Her skin glistened as he envisioned gliding his tongue over her supple coating.
Damn, how can I let her go?
Rio tried to come up with all kinds of answers for his question but there was no remedy.
Cali was his and would always be. They’d fucked up and taken their marriage for granted.
They’d caused wounds that would never heal but their hearts were aligned.
Rio was certain because if Cali didn’t want to deal with him, she would’ve made that clear when he first arrived.
Feeling his presence, she looked over her shoulder, shielding her breasts with her arms.
“Why you still here?”
Rio didn’t answer her with words. He ambled to where she was and stood behind her. “Why you covering your titties like I ain't never seen them before?”
She snorted. “Because I don't want you to ever see them again.”
Rio’s fingertips glided up her exposed hip before he kissed the back of her neck.
“Rio, don't,” she said with a subtle plea in her voice.
He wondered if other niggas knew that was the touch to get her activated.
The back of her neck was like a push-to-start button for her pussy.
Gently, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck again.
Cali immediately melted into his form. Her scent had him more inebriated than the shots of Remy he’d knocked back.
“Rio, we can’t do this. Just go and leave it as it is.”
That was sound advice coming from her, and Rio should've taken it. But when his hand dipped inside her thong and found her clit, he knew her advice had fallen on deaf ears. Walking away now would’ve been so lackluster.
He wanted to board the plane home with recollections of Cali’s body flashing through his mind.
If this were their last encounter, Rio needed it to be memorable.
“Rio, stop,” she whispered as her head fell back onto his shoulder.
“Stop, what?” He kissed the side of her neck while his middle finger circled her bud.
This was the last thing Rio and Cali needed.
Being tangled in the sheets of passion was no good for the hate that dwelled between them.
Still, Rio needed his last dose of Cali.
He wouldn’t have been able to function, knowing he didn’t sample the best pussy he’d ever owned before departing Diamond Falls.
Removing his hand, Rio turned Cali around and picked her up. Their lips connected, drawing heavy panting and swipes of their tongues. Rio carried Cali to the bed and laid her down. His kiss was demanding and desperate, expressing his fervent need for her.
“Rio, we still have time to stop this,” she uttered.
The window to leave had been closed. Rio couldn’t bear to walk away now when his tongue trailed down her neck. He made a beeline to her breasts, consuming each nipple with intense urgency. He cupped them in his hands, licking all over her skin and making sure to leave no area untouched.
Rio’s kisses led him down to her center. It oozed his favorite flavor, enticing him even more. Pushing her legs back, he swiped his tongue from her ass to her clit.
“Oh, shit,” she groaned, tangling her fingers in his wicks.
Rio could’ve feasted on her forever if she allowed it. He missed the way her pussy tasted. A distinct flavor that was created just for his consumption.
I can’t believe she gave my pussy away…
Rio kept that thought inside his head. He couldn’t afford to ruin this moment. This was a time he would probably never get again. No, he would keep his negative comments to himself and enjoy the only woman who had his heart.
“Ooh fuck.” She arched her back. “I needed this.”
Not as badly as Rio needed her. Inserting two fingers into her soaked canal, he flickered his tongue on her clit. He massaged her flesh, provoking her to cry out in bliss.
“Right there, right there,” she whimpered with closed eyes and parted lips. Cali’s stomach caved in while her flesh pulsated around his fingers. “Ahh, yes, fuck yes,” she moaned, allowing him to savor more of her.
Rio lapped her up before kissing her pussy. He hovered over her, watching her come down from the euphoric high he had taken her on. His erection had been freed from his pants. His dick sat at her opening, begging him to reintroduce him to her pussy.
“You still taste good, baby.”
He kissed her lips, allowing Cali to taste her juices. Rio slowly pushed inside of her while biting his lip. Damn this was better than he remembered. The ocean between her legs took him to an altitude that not even a plane could reach.
“Fuck,” he whispered, trying his best not to cum prematurely. “My pussy still remembers me.”
It would always be Rio’s pussy no matter who Cali decided to open her legs for. His plunges were selfishly slow because Rio needed to feel every centimeter of Cali’s flesh. She was so fucking wet that each stroke caused him to lose more strength.
“Oh, I hate you for doing this to me,” she whimpered, clawing at his lower back.
“And I still love you, baby,” he confessed. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you…” she moaned.
Rio knew it. Some love still resided within Cali, even in her anger. Even if it was a drop, he was grateful he wasn’t in the ring alone. Lovemaking had never been this beautiful in his life. His slow thrusts and sloppy kissing made him forget this had been his opp for months.
Love did indeed outweigh the hate. He couldn’t hate Cali even if someone paid him to. What good would it do to him to loath her when his heart beat specifically for her? He pinned her legs back and rested them on his shoulders. Cali’s center was deep and Rio wanted to touch her cervix.
“You gon’ always be my heart, Cali. I swear I’ll never let you go.”
“Rio,” she moaned. “Don't tell me that if you don't mean it.”
“I mean that shit.” He sat up on his knees and picked up speed. Rio slammed into her flesh, feeling a high cover him like a blanket. This had to be a physical representation of bliss. Nothing could compare to being deep inside Cali’s wet slit.
“Rio, hold on, wait.”
“Wait for what? Give me that nut, Cali.”
On his command, Cali released another explosion on his dick. He wouldn’t be too far behind her. Rio wanted to savor her for a little longer but his dick had its own agenda. All it took was three more pumps before Rio was hunched over.
“Shit!”
He went in deep, ensuring that his fruits were in its rightful place—her pussy.
Rio had never cum so hard in his life. His eyesight suspended for a second, leaving floaters behind.
Heavy breathing flowed from his mouth as he peered at Cali.
Her eyes were closed as he withdrew his manhood from her.
She didn’t stir, just drifted off into a slumber.
Rio stared at her for a while, wishing he could stay.
Staying would complicate a situation that had finally gained an understanding.
He hoped this wasn’t their last encounter.
He even prayed to the heavens to make a way for them to reconcile again.
Rio needed more of Cali but he couldn’t be overbearing.
Bending down he kissed her cheek and whispered, “Happy birthday, Calia.”