It was impossible to argue when his touch spoke louder than any words. The way his palms slid up my sides, mapping me, made every bit of resistance in me crumble.
He eased my top over my head and tossed it onto the dresser. As he eased down my pants, I took off my shoes.
His lips traveled from my mouth to my jaw, down to that spot at my neck that made my breath hitch. His hands followed the curve of my body like he was memorizing it all over again.
I let him guide me back toward the bed with his kisses trailing over my shoulder. His fingers laced with mine as if to say I wasn’t going anywhere. The moment my back touched the sheets, he settled over me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was almost worshipping, as if he couldn’t believe I was right here in front of him.
He watched me as he thrust inside of me, as if my pleasure made him feel as good as my center did. I gasped as his size forced past my entrance and slowly travelled the length of my center. After five years, it was still a pleasurable chore to take all of him.
Staring into my eyes, he stroked this pussy, promising, “I love you so much,” as if he was speaking directly to the insecurities that were speaking up earlier.
His strokes were so deep and felt so good that I could barely utter, “I love you too.”
Then he sat up on his knees, put my ankles on his shoulders, and then leaned forward until my toes were nearly touching the headboard behind me.
He found a slow, deep rhythm that felt so good that my toes started to curl into different angles.
“Shit, baby!” I whimpered.
“Take this dick, baby.”
“Oh my God.”
“You feel so good.”
My head tilted back, and I held the sheets. Moses was gentle and started moving slowly. My pussy was so tight around his size, but it started to open for him. He went deeper and deeper, until he got to the end. I moaned when Moses's dick hit the back wall of my pussy.
I was getting closer. I stared at his deep brown eyes that felt like my own, like we were not two people anymore but one body and one soul.
Moses started hitting the back wall of my pussy. “I feel that pussy tightening around me. Cum for me, baby.”
As my pussy contracted and squeezed his length, he suddenly came too. Our bodies were on fire and exploded in pleasure. I felt like some kind of electricity shot through both of us. We moaned aloud while looking at each other, drowning in our pleasure until this long orgasmic moment ended.
When it was over, Moses’s arm draped over my waist, and he kissed my temple softly. I felt like no matter what temptations or doubts tried to creep in, what we had could stand against all of it.
I glanced toward the clock on the nightstand and at my Target polo crumpled on the dresser. I was supposed to leave ten minutes ago. My phone was within reach, and for a moment, I actually debated calling in. The idea of getting dressed, stepping out into the real and wintry world, felt impossible when all I wanted was to stay in this warm, quiet bubble with him.
SOLAE
“I don’t want to do this, Rah.”
I was fighting back tears as Rah and I rode the Dan Ryan towards downtown.
He didn’t respond. All I could hear was Moses’ voice. Rah always played Moses’ music.
“Rah, listen to me,” I said as I turned the radio down.
With sympathy in his eyes, he looked at me quickly and then put his eyes back on the road.
I had gone through so much the night before that I woke up the next morning remembering that I had to go to the clinic. I didn’t want to go before the robbery, but I definitely didn’t want to after what I’d just experienced.
Life was so precious.
“I don’t want to do this, Rah,” I reiterated.
“We’re not ready for another kid,” he said while grabbing my hand gently.
