Chapter Thirty-Three #2
The boulder of anxiety I’ve had over sharing this with her lifts.
“Thank you. I have to add, because no matter how big of an asshole he is, he’s still my father.
He can be funny, supportive, generous. I think of his greed like a disease or an addiction.
He’s insatiable. Everything else will always come second. ”
“Yeah, it’s good to accept it so you can stop chasing something that you could never catch,” she says in a distant voice.
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
“I have Ghanaian parents too, remember?” she says.
“Your parents aren’t like that. Come on.”
She shrugs. “Not to the same degree, but I do feel like we were vessels for all their unrealized hopes. Our achievements are a testament to them and our failures were an indictment of some sort.”
I laugh at a memory. “Oh yeah, bragging rights. My dad used to put my academic awards on our family Christmas card each year.”
She sits up, and gazes down at me. Her eyes are kind, her lips soft and smiling. “You’re not your parents. Their choices don’t have to be your burden.”
“Easier said than done.”
“What isn’t? But it’s possible. Maybe that’s the new American dream—having the ability to make your own choices. Remember what you said that first night about their sacrifices not being our burden? I heard that in my soul. We’re not our parents. Even if they can’t see that.”
I rub a hand down her back. “I know, Sin. I didn’t mean to diminish that.”
Her shoulders relax and she takes a deep breath.
“It’s okay.” She stays sitting up and tucks her legs underneath her.
“It’s taken a lot of therapy to figure it out and stop internalizing it.
I have the right to live my life how I see fit.
You owe it to yourself to do the same. The people who love you will be beside you.
And if there’s no one beside you, fuck it. You’ve still got you.”
I grin up at her. “You give great advice. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m serious.”
I grab her hand and sit up, too. “I know. It’s one of the many things I like so much about you.”
“So…you like me?”
“Very much.” I cup her face and look into her eyes so she can see how much.
She nuzzles my palm and the silky softness of her cheek makes me want to see her as God made her. But first things first. “I want to kiss you.”
A smug grin parts her full lips. “I thought you weren’t thinking about kissing me anymore.”
“And you knew I was lying.” I trail my finger down her throat and cup the back of her neck. My fingers slip into the soft hair at her nape and I flex my hand to stroke her neck.
“I did. Yes.” She whimpers like she's in pain. “It’s all you think about.”
“Yes. Well, that and eating your pussy, fucking your mouth, being inside of you, falling asleep with your nipple in my mouth.” I lean in close enough that our lips barely brush, and my breathing goes ragged from the effort it's taking to restrain myself.
She sucks in a breath and holds it. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Well, what’s stopping you?” She sticks out her tongue and licks my lower lip.
I groan and then pull my head back.
“Right now, those raw onions you put on your hotdog,” I deadpan.
She throws her head back and laughs.
She’s exquisite. Her dress fits her like she was sewn into it.
Her long legs are bent at the knee and tucked under her.
The black silk of the skirt splits to reveal her luscious thighs.
The bodice wraps her torso and tiny breasts so tight I’m jealous that it gets to be so close to her skin.
Her shoulders and neck and arms are bare and glow.
She smells like fresh flowers. I bet she smells good everywhere.
“Full tint,” I speak to the car’s AI assistant.
The windows of the car tint. “You have one hundred percent privacy, Kwame.”
She gasps. “That is so cool.”
I kneel in front of her and place a hand on each of her thighs.
She trembles at my touch but untucks her legs and puts one on either side of me.
My breathing is ragged. My mouth is watering. “I should have asked before I touched you.”
“You have my permission.”
Her husky voice makes my dick so hard. I press her thighs apart, and she offers no resistance.
“You’re so soft.” I slide my palm down her stomach and cup her pussy. The lace of her panties is warm and damp. I pull my hand away and lift it to my nose. “What are you doing?”
“I want to smell you.” I look up at her and slide my hands up and then in between her thighs. My fingers brush against soft skin, hot and damp, and she whimpers. “Get a preview of what's to come.”
She closes her eyes and slumps in her seat. “Definitely that,” she pants.
“I want to kiss you but…”
“But the onions.”
I shake my head. “I was kidding about those. That couldn’t stop me.”
“Then what?”
I drop my head and press her thighs as far apart as the seat will allow. I kiss the soft inner skin on each of them and slide the scrap of silk down her hips and all the way off. “I like the way you keep your pussy trimmed.” I run my fingers along the light dusting of hair on her mound.
She rolls her hips. “Don’t tease me.”
“It's not a tease. It's an appetizer. Public fornication is a crime.”
“Being good is no fun.”
“Spoken like someone who’s never been caught.”
She taps my chest with the tip of her finger and smiles up at me. “You’ve caught me. Now, make me pay for my crimes.”
“Careful what you—”
“Stop talking,” she growls, and I obey.
She clutches the lapels of my jacket and presses her mouth to mine.
It’s hard to catch me by surprise but she does, and by the time I’m aware of what’s happening, she’s on top of me, my hand is cupped on her neck, and I’ve taken control of the kiss.
Her lips are so soft and warm and full. I suck on them until she pulls away abruptly and scoots further down my thighs. “What are you doing, Sin?”
“Taking what I want.” She pants against my mouth and whips my belt loose in one masterful stroke.
“You’re crazy.” I chuckle and lift my hips, brush her hand aside and unfasten my pants myself.
She grins. “You have no idea.” Her hands clasp around the back of my neck. Her lips brush my ear, and she whispers to me. “I wanna show you something.”
“Now?” I ask.
“Yes, right now because I've been wet for you since Easter, and I can't wait a second longer to have you inside me.”
My breath leaves me in a rush, and my dick turns rock hard.
How long have I imagined what it would be like to take all of her clothes off and feast on her body?
She is intoxicating and right now, I am entranced.
“You don't have to wait, Sin. I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Do you have condoms?” she whispers.
“Yes. I carry them around like I carried that earring,” I say and reach past her to feel for my wallet.
“Lift up,” I say and when she does, I take my throbbing dick out and make quick work of the latex.
Her small, warm hand wraps around the base of me and my head falls back to rest on the seat at the full body rush of pleasure.
She’s going to kill me.
I grab her ass and squeeze the soft abundance of it as she lowers herself onto me. She takes me in slowly. Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted and I’m fighting to keep myself from plunging up and into her.
I let her take the lead, set the pace, find our rhythm because I already know that this is going to be good for me.
I grab the strap of her dress and tug it down to reveal her bare breast, her fat nipple hard and calling my name. I lift my head and suck it into my mouth and am rewarded with a tightening of her core muscles around me.
She increases the pace and my head falls back.
A bead of sweat falls onto my cheek from her chin and she leans down to lick it off.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine and kiss her hot mouth.
I don’t understand how a kiss can feel so good.
The minute my tongue slides past her I forget my restraint and move us until we’re lying flat, hip to hip, and I fuck her like I’ve wanted to since that night in April.
She wraps an arm around my neck and whimpers into my mouth. I slide a hand between us, find her clit. She circles my wrist to slow me down. “Like this,” she breathes against my lips.
I take us up as high as I can and when I finally come inside of Sin, it like I’m free-falling and I’m not sure I’ll survive.
I’m not sure I want to.