“KAY’LO.”
I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it. “Baby… stop.”
“I ain’t stoppin’ shit. Look at him.” He poked it, offended. “This nigga look like he just lost his job.”
I covered my face, dyin’. “Oh my God, Kay’Lo, please?—”
“Nah, fuck that,” he kept goin’, pushin’ my leg up again like he was determined to bring life back into that dick. “Come here. Lemme just get back in it.”
He pushed in again…
He got about an inch and a half of stroke…
and then…
He was soft again.
He froze.
I froze.
We both stared at each other.
He blinked slow. “This the medicine. I swear to God, it’s the fuckin’ medicine.”
I tried not to sound hurt, but I was confused. “Baby, I’m not mad. I just wanna know what’s goin’ on in your mind.”
He rolled onto his back, starin’ at the ceilin’. “What’s goin’ on is I’m on some shit that make niggas weak in the knees. I can’t focus. My head feel slow. My dick feel slower. I’m tryna beat ya back in and my shit over here takin’ a nap.”
I held in a laugh so hard my stomach muscles hurt. “Kay’Lo, baby, stop talkin’ about it like that?—”
“Nah, Toni. Look at you. You sittin’ here naked, wet, titties sittin’ pretty as hell, pussy lookin’ like it came fresh out the bakery, and my dick just said no thank you. What type of disrespect?—”
“Baby…” I crawled into his lap and kissed his jaw. “It’s okay.”
“No the fuck it’s not,” he grumbled. “I’m supposed to be blowin’ your back out right now. Not layin’ here like I need a motivational speech to fuck you.”
I slid my hand down to stroke him again, slow and gentle. “We’ll figure it out.”
He groaned, both from the touch and from the frustration. “Man… I hate this.”
“I know,” I murmured. “But we gon’ figure it out together.”
He looked at me then.
The frustration in his face cracked a lil’.
“You ain’t gon’ clown me?” he asked low.
I kissed him slow. “No, baby. I’m your wife. Shit like this… we gon’ handle it.”
He exhaled and pulled me onto his chest, his arms locked around me tight.
“I blame you though,” he muttered into my hair. “You the one that got me takin’ this weak dick medicine.”
I smacked his chest, laughin’. “BOY.”
He groaned again and kissed my forehead. “I’m serious. When it get hard again, you better run.”
