His strokes quickened. Hard. Long. Relentless.
Backward.
Forward.
Backward.
Forward.
My body quivered with content. My orgasm traveled, starting near my chest. It reached my pussy without mercy.
“Is– Ishhhhhh– Uhhhhh.”
“That’s it, my baby. Cum on this motherfucker.”
***
Ishmael’s lips landed on the back of my hand. I fought to stay awake. He didn’t power up the plane. Ishmael made the decision to make the drive back to Berkeley.
He longed for the silence. He longed for the solitude. He longed for the stretch of the road to clear his head. He longed for more time with me.
“You can go to sleep.”
I shook my head, yawning.
“Not yet.”
“Then when?” He chuckled.
“I don’t know. Just not now.”
“Why not now?”
“Too much on my mind,” I admitted.
“Us.”
“What about us, my baby?”
“I’m worried.”
“For what?”
“The last two weeks have been scary.”
“For us both. But, there’s nothing to worry about. I was in my head. Admittedly, my heart was broken. I wanted to win it, Royce, no bullshit. You know. But, the odds were stacked against me.”
“They knew you’d crush it. They knew you had voters where you needed them. They weren’t running an honest race, Ishmael. You couldn’t either. Once they began they wouldn’t have stopped until Daniels was back in office.”
“I understand that now.”
“I’m sorry I hurt your heart.”
“It was nothing compared to the pain of your absence. I never want to feel that shit again. Not as long as there’s breath in my body.”
“I don’t either.”
“Let’s agree to not walk away. To never walk away. To never lay down without fixing our shit. I can’t go through what we just went through again.”
