“Jourdell,” was all I could get out before she stopped my sentence.
“No. I don’t want shit to do with him, Christian. Stop fuckin’ bringing him up to me.”
“He wants to start over. I would beg and plead my son to give me another chance ’til I was blue in the face if that’s what it took to get him to say yes. He messed up… bad. And probably deserves to die lonely, but don’t write him off. He’s had time to change.”
“My mother can’t come back from his change. I can’t love properly due to his abuse and neglect. Why is it always me havin’ to be the bigger person when those muthafuckas hurt me first?”
I understood everything she dished out. She was still grieving over her mother as well as healing from her father’s actions. She was low on second chances.
“Mama, as a parent, you fear things. I fear I’ll be taken away from my son before time. My parents died in a plane crash. I turned to the streets because I felt unloved, even though Granny was still here tryin’ to raise me. Maybe he acted the way he did due to somethin’ internally. You never know until you ask him real questions while he’s sober.”
“Questions bring unknown answers. I don’t know what that man will say. It’s just a lot goin’ on right now, and he’s not makin’ it any better. I want to be left alone for a minute, damn.”
Her frustration was evident. Life was hittin’ her over the head with a ton of bricks and didn’t seem to let up any time soon.
“Can you think about it for me? When I get back, we can discuss it further. Until then…”
My hand moved from her stomach to her canal. The warmth it possessed always had me ready to get inside and never come out. It was my personal fruit basket to eat and faucet when thirsty.
We were together every day, but the drama threw wrenches in our sexual quality time. In such little time, I knew what her body needed to relax and release stress.
A hand around her throat always caused her fluids to exude without hesitation. Add some pressure to her pearl, and that fruit basket would overlay with cream. The thought of what she could do had me too excited.
“What are you… ssss, doin’, baby?”
“Give me what I want, mama,” I whispered in her ear.
She moved from between my legs and stood on the side of the bed for me to undress her. That was my favorite thing to do. I had the pleasure to kiss whatever exposed. Her vitiligo didn’t stop her skin from being smooth and silky.
The T-shirt dress she wore allowed effortless access to her. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her dress over her head. The fact that her undergarments weren’t worn made it that much easier.
I sat and admired her body. Some probably would’ve preferred someone with even skin, but Journei’s skin was her best feature. I immediately leaned in and kissed her stomach.
Her protruding belly carried my son, which enhanced her beauty. Her breasts were swollen, filling with milk for him, and her hips were spreading. Pregnancy fit her.
After undressing myself, I lay in the middle of the bed bare, ready for every wave she wanted me to crash into. She climbedon the bed and went to straddle me when I stopped her. I hadn’t had my serving of fruit for the day.
“Start from the top and work your way down,” I said, insinuating for her to ride my face.
A sinister grin appeared on her face as she crawled to the head of the bed, taking a seat on my face as she would a chair. Her natural fumes allured me every time.
Once her folds touched my flesh, I went to work. The objective was to put make her tap out and grace me with as many orgasms her body could release. The fiend in me needed a fix.
“Mmm. You eat me so good,” escaped her lips as she did a slow grind on my face.
Journei was a sinful pleasure that I engaged in willingly. The more our bodies became one, the more dangerous I became in protecting her. To not hear her moan my name again would drive me crazy.
“Cum for me, mama.”
I was in a world of my own devouring my woman as if it would be my last. The way her leg would shake when my tongue picked up the pace on her pearl boosted my ego times ten.
“Christiannnn!”
Callin’ my name meant she was near, and I would have the nectar I so desperately wanted. Her name was spelt numerous times between her folds as well as mine.
When she released, I tried my best to insert my head in her tiny opening. I wanted my cause of death to be from drowning in mama’s juices. Her fluids were too good to spill.One position down. Three more to go!
Journei was sleeping peacefully while an internal debate was happenin’ beside her. I was torn between leaving while she slept or waiting until she was awake and giving her the opportunity to make me feel guilty for leaving.
