“I’m trying to figure out where your head is at.”
“What it sounds like is what everybody else already thinks about me. Gem. Maisie. Remi.” Giselle eased out of his lap onto her feet. “Is that what you think too?”
Her stomach churned anxiously while waiting for his answer.
Sighing, Heavy leaned forward with his hands clasped together.
“That’s not what I’m saying. I can’t fault you for wanting something different.”
“For the record, I came back for more than that! It may have seemed like that given the timing, but I came back because my kids needed their father, and I didn’t want to hide that anymore. I started thinking about my relationship with my own daddy, and I knew I was dead wrong for keeping them from you. I didn’t care if you hated me or didn’t want anything to do with me, as long as they came first!” Giselle tossed the papers on the table, still shaking, she was so upset.
Taking a moment, she gathered her breath and pinched the bridge of her nose with one hand resting on her hip. Gradually, she faced him, studying his muscular frame seated on the edge of the couch as he listened to her rant. All she was doing was making his dick hard.
“I’ve been surrounded by opulence and miserable, Huey, do you get that? A bunch of fake mothafuckas who are paid to agree with me and be at my beck and call. Nobody gave a damn about me or our kids. I haven’t heard from one person since I left Leawood. My life and everything that I want is right here, unless you doubt that.” Tears flooded her eyes, and she turned so she could get away from him.
Heavy reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in front of him. With his hands resting against her hips, he brought himself to his feet and towered over her. Studying her warm, chestnut brown eyes, his chest tightened. Seeing her hurt was like self-infliction. All he wanted to do was take it away. Heart racing in his chest, he closed the space between them by drawing her into him. She’d had that effect on him since their first encounter, and he hadn’t found it in anyone else. He figured it was one of those things in life that only happened once.
“I’m sorry.” He gently pecked her lips, and Giselle latched onto him. “I don’t doubt it.”
“I love you too,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t know how much that counts for with you, but?—”
Heavy shut her up with a nasty tongue kiss while scooping her off her feet and into his arms.
“It counts for everything. Everything I want and need is wrapped up in you.” His tongue thrashed against hers.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Hungry.
Giselle reached for his shoulders, removing his blazer with both hands and leaving it on the floor. Heavy’s plush lips brushed over her skin, and he suckled her neck while she reached for his belt. Tugging on the bottom of her shirt, he lifted it above her head, revealing her in nothing but her birthday suit. Giselle was a baddie. Every inch of her was like a painting, down to her pussy hairs trimmed into a triangle shape. Gripping her waist, he turned her toward the couch, and she climbed up on both knees and bent over. Heavy admired her juicy pussy lips and couldn’t deny himself a taste.
“Mmm.” Giselle tucked her lower lip into her mouth and let go of a cavernous moan from the pit of her stomach.
His tongue swirled against her middle, leaving her clawing at the couch from the pleasure ripping through her loins. He used his other two fingers to play with her clit, sending this deep ache to her middle as her orgasm built up.
“Shit! Heavy! Fuck!” she screamed, eyes rolling back when he sent her past her peak.
With her ass cheeks in both hands, he slurped and sucked every drop of her sweet nectar that hit his tongue. Giselle couldn’t take any more, but she didn’t want it to end. It was taking everything in her not to collapse from the intensity. Heavy lightly kissed her below before standing upright and stroking his shaft. He positioned himself at the tip of her slick opening and grabbed her hips.
Bringing her down his length slowly, he paused and allowed his dick to pulse inside her before furthering his stroke. Her vise grip and gushy insides were on the verge of robbing him of his nut, so he had to pace himself. Fisting her curls in his hand, he hammered into her mercilessly until she creamed again. Seeing the effect he had on her drove him to his climax, and his seeds spilled inside her.
“Fuck!” he groaned, bowing his head dizzily and kissing up her back.
Giselle craned her neck, and Heavy cupped her chin. Sweat beads dripped from her chest and forehead as he snaked his tongue between her teeth and smothered her mouth with his. She swore he snatched a piece of her soul when he kissed her. The two collapsed on the couch, him on his back, and her snuggled against his torso with one leg draped over both of his.
“This is what I want.” She reached for his hands and laced her fingers through his. “When I think about my safe place, it’s you. The money is just money. I’m glad to have it back, but I realized that even without it, I still have so much.” She lifted her head to look him in his hooded eyes. “I love Southwick, but you’re home to me too.IfI go anywhere, I want you with me.”
Caressing her cheek, Heavy stole another soft kiss.
“When I was little, I used to tell Henna I was going to buy me a plane and fly all over the world. Southwick is home, but I don’t want it to keep me from seeing other places.”
“Like what?” Giselle pried.
“South America. Belize. I read about these private islands and how you can take tours and zipline. They actually let you hike in the fucking jungle and see animals you never heard of. I always thought that was kind of cool.”
“And here I thought you loved cars.”
