“Take off that shirt.” I barked my orders like a drill sergeant.
“Hold on.” She set the phone down and removed it, releasing luscious breasts that begged to be played with.
“Rub them titties for me and flick your finger over your nipple til they get hard. Imagine that’s my tongue.”
Ruby threw her head back and did as I instructed, soon getting lost in her actions. When a low groan escaped her lips, I placed my hand over my growing erection and groaned too.
“Where’s lil mama?”
When she didn’t hesitate to angle the camera south, I lowered the camera to my dick. My hunger for Ruby was undeniable.
“Cum with me, sweetness.” I stroked my shaft repeatedly until it leaked.
Within minutes, we were both shaking through our orgasms. After our bodies erupted, we breathed in sync as we gathered ourselves.
With her eyes still hooded, Ruby licked her wet fingers.
“I need you in person, baby.” I barely got the words out as Ruby bit her sexy lips.
“Tomorrow. Be ready for me tomorrow.”
I sat up and blew her an air kiss.
“I got you, girl. Come to me ready, because I got your presents.”
“Really?” Ruby’s eyes lit up like the Christmas lights on my tree downstairs.
“Yes. Rest up, love.”
“You too.”
I nestled into my bed, exhausted but sated. I needed to cancel some appointments to get ready for Ruby’s return. That night, I had sweet dreams about everything Ruby and I could build together.
Chapter
Eighteen
RUBY
RENEWAL
About thirty minutes before I pulled into my driveway, I texted Amari my ETA.
Amari: I’m inside fixing the loose hinges on a couple of doors. Can’t wait to see you.
As I entered the Farmerton town square four days before Christmas, I took in the beauty of the eighty-foot-tall Christmas tree and the giant matching wreath with red satin ribbon that hung beneath the clock at city hall. These decorations and the extra pep in the step of Farmerton’s citizens confirmed that our city’s favorite time of year was upon us.
From a distance, I spotted Rico, one of my most mischievous students, who skipped and hopped down the street as his mother shouted for him to wait for her. When he saw my car, he ran back and grabbed his mother’s hand before ducking his head behind her back. Her eyes met mine as I waited for the traffic light to turn green. She reached behind her and tapped Rico onthe shoulder. We waved at each other before I drove away and continued my trek home.
I turned on Hot 103.8, the same station I jammed to at home. Although one of the season’s saddest songs streamed through my speakers, I focused on the catchy rhythm of the tune, not the dreary lyrics. I snapped my fingers in sync with the bass guitar and wiggled my body from side to side. After the past few days with Amari, I refused to be sad.
Thoughts of my new lover filled my mind. I missed him like crazy and couldn’t believe we’d been apart only three days. I already adored him. No matter how busy he was with his work, he found time to sow good words into me and remind me how special I was to him.
Amari represented everything good about this season: joy, peace, and good cheer. He was a giver, too, sending me a Starbucks gift card to buy coffee every morning and even paid for an Italian dinner delivery for my family from our favorite restaurant in Raleigh. When I texted and often told him I was reading, Amari surprised me with a one-hundred-dollar Amazon card so I could buy books that satisfied my soul and spirit.
By the time I pulled into my driveway behind Amari’s truck, no devil in hell could pull me down from my high. Life couldn’t get any better as hope filled me for the first time in years. Even if Amari and I didn’t work out, he showed me that there was still fire in me that yearned to come out. The light I’d carried since childhood deserved to be shared with the world.
I grabbed my bags from my trunk and hopped up the three short steps to my porch. I was glad my wool coat was thick, as the unseasonably cold weather reminded me of how warm Amari kept me during the storm.
