He gyrated his hips as they continued counting down. I pushed back against him and squeezed my pussy around him.
“Aww, baby. That’s it. Work it.”
His whispers grew harsher, and his pumps grew faster and wilder. I reached behind me and gripped his nuts. I knew that he was about to cum. I pressed against him and gyrated hard until he groaned louder.
“Three . . . two . . . one! Happy New Year!” People shouted all around us.
I felt Christian releasing his seed inside of me. It was hot and slippery. I released all over him as my fingers clenched the concrete wall tightly. My knees grew weak, and he pulled me back up and against him again.
“Happy New Year, baby.”
Christian pulled out of me. I spun around in his arms and looped my arms around his neck. “Happy New Year, sweetheart. I love you, Chris.”
“I love you the most, sweet girl.”
We kissed long and hard, forgetting about everything going on around us. When his slightly limp, sticky dick hit my thigh, I pulled back and laughed.
“Okay, I’m not sure if it was a fantasy or what, but can we go in now? I’m sure our neighbors in the room next door have seen more of our body parts than they care to,” I stated.
Christian smirked and spun me around..
“Let’s go,” Christian stated.
The decision that Jeremiah made to leave me a few years ago almost broke me at the time. But I had come to learn that when one door closed, God had a greater door with brighter blessings in store. Some things just weren’t meant for me, and while I thought they were, I now realized that I had been forcing something that wasn’t meant to be.
All along, my true gift was standing right in my face, and I couldn’t see it because I was focused on what was never mine. I was smarter, wiser, and stronger because of what I had been through, and I had no regrets.
Christian
ONE YEAR LATER
“Merry Christmas, Tinker Belle.” Angel grabbed our baby girl in her arms and kissed her face.
Belle pushed back against her mama as she squirmed and wiggled in Angel’s arms.
“How are you gonna let that baby open all these gifts and now stop her from playing with them?” my mother-in-law, Angelina, asked.
We were married two weeks earlier. This was our first Christmas in our new home, which we purchased two months earlier. We were having dinner with both of our families here today, but her mother and grandmother had spent the night because they wanted to be with Belle when she opened her gifts.
My parents would be over later for brunch and remain the rest of the day with all of us, and my brothers would join us too.
“Mommy, I’m just trying to love on my baby. I don’t know why she’s acting like such a big girl now.”
“That’s because shuga mama is a big girl. She’s eighteen months,” Grandma Helen cooed, walking over to Belle andAngel. She reached for Belle, and Angel reluctantly released her to her grandmother.
I chuckled when Grandma Helen lifted Belle into her arms and then put her back down so she could toddle off and play.
“Grandma, you just played me,” Angel complained.
“No, I didn’t. I just helped my baby out,” Grandma Helen declared and walked away.
“Baby, did you see that?” Angel asked.
“Come here, girl.” I patted my lap, and Angel walked over and sat on it. I kissed her lips and her neck. “I can give you all the sugar you want if Belle doesn’t want to,” I whispered.
Angel giggled and kissed me back.
“Mm-hmm. Keep it up, and you two will have another little one running around here,” Grandma Helen stated.
