“Um, you tryna tell me I stink or something?”
“Nope. You smell good, but I want you in there with me. Can I get that?” I didn’t wait for her response. Instead I picked her up and carried her toward her bedroom. I chose to enter through the bathroom door instead of the room. I then placed her on the counter and turned around to turn the water on a few feet away.
She started to speak, soft at first, then her words transformed into a full-blown poem. “Feeling suspended,
Like nothing about this could ever be ended,
So severed ties
Or watered eyes,
No slaughtered moments,
Fuck the deployments,
I’m all his, and shit he’s all mine.
Word to a bible, because for him I’d be held liable.”
Her words caught me off guard. When I turned around, she had her eyes closed, still flowing for me.
“Not ready to call it love,
But at this point it’s all above,
Sprawled out, waiting to be lathered,
Shit I’m scattered…”
As soon as she finished speaking, I was between her legs, pulling her body to the edge of the counter.
“Flow so tight I’m ’boutta lay down this good pipe. Might fuck around and help you write a motherfuckin’ sonnet with this stroke.”
In the midst of her poem she chuckled, even though I was about to do more than drop this flow.
Like a magnet, my body was between her legs as our lips collided, hunger filling the space.I fucking needed her and she had to know that.
Her hands plunged into my pants, freeing me. The look in her eyes let me know she needed to have me inside of her. I needed to be inside of her, trapping all the vulnerability she had just expressed.
“I ain’t going nowhere,” I muttered into her neck, thrusting into her sopping center.
She held on tightly, those thick thighs toned and wrapped around my waist. “I—fuck,” she cried out, feeling all I was offering.
“I swear on my life, I’m not going anywhere, Karim.” I slammed into her, words heavyweight. “You believe me, right?” I asked, never slowing down long enough to garner a full answer.
I already knew the answer, so I didn’t need to hear it spill from her lips. We were in this, no outs nor exits, just me and her.
“Mhmm.”
I thrust deeper into her center, sending trembles rippling through her body. I had to be touching her soul, let me be. I needed her to feel me more than anything, so she knew I meant what I said. This shit was afterlife and beyond.
“I’m coming, Rem,” she cried out, her nails in my flesh an even louder indication.
“Let that shit rock then,” I coached, feeling my own nut coming to a head. With Karim I never lasted too long in that first round. It was like she pulled it out of me every fucking time.
“With me please,” she begged. Those thick thighs shaking around my torso, begging me to unload inside of her, my newer favorite pastime.
Seconds later I did as she asked, spilling into her so heavy without a second thought or inkling. Everything about this woman was mine and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.All me.
