Chapter 11
I felt bad that I couldn’t go to the event with Arsel. My dress was too cute not to be seen, but I figured I’d have another chance to wear it. There was always some type of event going on at the hospital.
Once my grandma said she wasn’t feeling well, I knew I needed to make my way to her.
It wasn’t often that she got sick, so I was a little worried at first. Luckily, it was just a common cold, and with a little rest and medicine, she would be okay.
I teased her about being fast with Mr. Walter because he had a cold as well.
I was happy that Grandma was living her best life.
She deserved happiness after helping raise me over the years.
Mr. Walter seemed to be treating her well, so he was alright in my book.
After Mikayla and I left my grandmother’s house, we came back home and played a little until she went to bed.
Once she was out, I cleaned up a little around the house.
It would have been a good time to get some writing done, but my mind wasn’t focused on it.
I wanted to be with my husband, but that wasn’t possible.
Arsel told me I could have called him to come home early, but I wanted him to enjoy himself.
He was really taking his role as Mikayla’s godfather seriously.
He made time to play with her every day, even the days when he had to work.
He also made time for us, so he deserved a little downtime.
I knew he didn’t talk to many people at work, but he wasn’t antisocial.
Since we couldn’t be together, I decided to do something special for him at home. He let me know when he was on his way home, so I got everything prepared while I waited.
I heard him the minute he entered the house and entered the alarm code to lock up the house. I sat quietly while he walked up the steps, then stopped to check on Mikayla. It didn’t matter what time he came home; he always checked on her whether it was her naptime or bedtime.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened, and Arsel stopped in his tracks. The side of his mouth lifted into a smirk.
“So that’s what you on?” He stepped into the room and closed the door.
I watched him as he took off his suit jacket and laid it on the chair in our room.
“I am.” I motioned for him to come to me with my finger.
He slowly walked toward the bed while he unbuttoned his shirt.
When he got to the bed, I sat up on my knees. “Sit down.”
He did what I said, and I pulled his shirt off. “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked, then kissed the tattoo on his neck.
“I did, but not as good as it would have been if you were there.” He moaned when I massaged his shoulders.
Multiple candles lit up the room, while our favorite playlist played through the speakers.
“I feel bad that I couldn’t go, but I figured we could have our own little party.” I continued to rub his shoulders, then moved up to his neck, before settling on rubbing his waves. His head dropped back to my chest because he loved it when I ran my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp.
“Mm. Is that right? What did you have in mind?” Arsel’s eyes were closed as I continued to massage his scalp.
“A little massage, a little conversation, and whatever else we choose to do. I’m sure Mikayla will be asleep for the rest of the night. I made sure to keep her up a little longer, and we played until she couldn’t keep her eyes open.”
Mikayala usually slept through the night, but I tired her out just in case. I wanted uninterrupted time with Arsel. If she woke up, we would adjust accordingly.
“First on the agenda is a shower.” I removed my hands from his head, then climbed off the bed. I grabbed his hand, then led him into the bathroom.
I lit a few lavender candles to relax him and to give it a more romantic feel. The bright lights we had in the bathroom would ruin the mood. I had Arsel sit on the toilet while I ran the water. He didn’t like it too hot, so it didn’t take long for it to get to the temperature he liked.
Once the temp was right, I had him stand up, and I took off the rest of his clothes. Arsel catered to my needs and wants the majority of the time, so I felt it was only right for me to reciprocate.
Arsel’s dick stood at attention, and it was hard for me not to put it in my mouth, but the night was more than just sex.
“Are you not joining me?” Arsel asked as the water cascaded over his back.
“No. I’m going to put these clothes in the laundry room, then I’m going to wait for you in bed so I can give you a proper massage. Don’t take too long.” I turned to leave the bathroom.
If I had stayed another second, I would have joined him. I put Arsel’s clothes in the dirty clothes basket, then took the basket to the laundry room. I planned on washing clothes the next day.
After that was done, I went into the kitchen and poured some scotch into a glass for Arsel. He wasn’t a big drinker, but sometimes he liked to have a glass to relax. I got a glass of wine for myself. I wanted to keep it to one because I had to be aware of everything.
Arsel and I used to have nights when we got drunk and stayed in bed the day after. We couldn’t do that now with a child in the house. I never wanted to get so drunk that I couldn’t do what needed to be done for Mikayla.
By the time I made it back upstairs, Arsel was out of the shower and was on the side of the bed, drying off.
“For you.” I handed him the glass, and he took it back like a shot.
“Thank you.”
“Why did you drink it so fast?” I took a sip of my wine and looked at him.
My husband was so damn fine. His beard had a few water droplets in it. His gold chains rested against his chest. Arsel’s brown skin glistened from the shower. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
“Because I can’t wait for this massage.” He tossed the towel he used into a corner of the room, then lay back on the bed. His dick stood straight up in the air.
I quickly drank the rest of my wine, then put the glass on the dresser. I would worry about the cups later. My husband needed my attention, and I was going to give it to him.
I slowly walked across the room, not taking my eyes off Arsel and his dick. He leaned on his elbows to watch me.
“Move up on the bed, and turn on your stomach,” I demanded as I grabbed the massage oil from the bedside table.
Arsel did what I said, without saying anything. When he was on his stomach, I climbed on the bed and sat on his back, right above his butt. I poured the oil into my hand and rubbed my hands together to activate the heat. I leaned forward and massaged the oil into his skin.
The only sound in the room was an occasional moan from Arsel and music flowing through the speakers.
I knew it had been a while since he had a real moment to relax, and I felt good being able to give that to him.
“Why didn’t you fight harder for me when I left?” It was a question that I’d been wanting to ask him, but for some reason, I was afraid of the answer.
Arsel tried to flip over, but I pushed him back down. My hands moved over his shoulders, then down to his back.
“Because I know you. If I had tried to make you come back, you wouldn’t have and probably would have stayed away even longer. I wanted to respect your needs. I didn’t like it, but I realized we needed it to get where we are now.”
“Did you think we would be here? Like this?”
“I always knew we would. Giving you space didn’t mean I was letting you go for good.”
Silence fell over us for a moment. I let his words seep into my chest. I wanted him to fight harder in the beginning, but my grandmother made me realize I couldn’t make him do anything he wasn’t ready for. I knew I had to let things progress whatever way God intended for us.
My father was a prime example of what happened when a person tried to pressure someone into something they didn’t want to do.
At least that was what my grandmother said.
She said my dad knew my mom didn’t want kids but got her pregnant anyway.
The problem I had with that was that my mom should have taken better precautions.
I would have hated to get pregnant before I was ready to.
“Turn over,” I told Arsel after I massaged his legs and feet.
When he turned over, his dick jumped when his eyes landed on me. I’d taken my pajamas off and was naked like he was.
“You think I’m supposed to let you keep rubbing on me while you are standing there with no clothes on, looking all good and shit?” His voice lowered, and I had to squeeze my thighs together.
“Yes. We have to stick to the plan. Trust me, it will be worth it.” I climbed back onto the bed and straddled him.
“Baby, why are you playing with me?” Arsel gripped my hips and tried to move me, but I didn’t let him.
“Patience, baby.” I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. I moaned when his hands gripped my ass. I pulled back before I ended up sliding down onto him. “You don’t get to run things tonight. This is my show,” I whispered in his ear, then bit his earlobe.
I moved back and grabbed the massage oil. Just like I did with his back, I let it warm up in my hand and rubbed his chest. I massaged his chest, his stomach, and rubbed some of the oil on his dick as I stroked it.
“Shit.” Arsel groaned as his dick continued to harden in my hand.
I didn’t spend too much time on it because I wasn’t ready for him to cum. Arsel fussed and cursed when I removed my hand to move on to his legs.
Laughter sprouted from my mouth when he called me selfish.
“What do you think I love the most about you?”
Arsel’s eyes popped open as his eyebrows furrowed.
“Janiyah, do you really think I want to answer questions right now with my dick ready to punch a hole in the wall?”
I applied pressure on his thighs and watched his dick jump again.
“Yes. Answer my question, and I’ll reward you.”
His eyes turned into slits, and I laughed again. He wasn’t the only one being tortured. Every muscle I rubbed on his body turned me on. Every time he moaned, I got wetter. I wanted him just as bad.
“I think you love my drive, even when it didn’t benefit you.
You met me as an ambitious college student who wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way of my dreams. You were one of the only people who understood me.
Yeah, we kind of got off track a little, but the important thing is we are back on the same road, driving in the same lane. ”
I bit my bottom lip as I listened to him because he was right. A lot of the guys I crossed paths with in college were just trying to party and have sex with as many girls as they could, but that wasn’t Arsel. He was about his business from day one.
“You’re right. We’re in the same car now, baby.” I gripped his dick again and stroked it. I climbed off him and slid down until I was on my knees.
Leaning forward with my ass in the air, I took him into my mouth.
Arsel let out a low hiss as his hands found my hair. I sucked him until he almost came, then I slid down on his dick and rode him until we fell asleep.
Luckily, Mikayla stayed asleep the whole night. Parenthood had definitely taken its toll on us, but we were making it work.