I felt him nearing his peak just like me, but I had one more request… one more demand.
“Amaris says come with me.” Then I leaned down and pressed my lips against his cheek, kissing and sucking in an attempt to ride out the wave.
To survive the wave.
The next morning when I opened my eyes, I was in bed alone. I heard the shower in the distance.
I sat up and immediately felt the soreness in my body, like I had stretched muscles unthought of this weekend.
Finally, I willed myself to my feet and moved to the washroom. I was in the middle of taking care of my hygiene when he called out to me. He must’ve heard me over the shower.
“Amaris.”
“Hmm,” I answered, stabbing the toothbrush back and forth.
“Come join me, sweetheart,” he demanded, no question in his tone. He was such a morning person, sounding all energetic and alert.
“Why?”
“Because I know you’re sore and I want you in here with me. Is that too much to ask?” There was a pause between his words before he spoke again. “Especially because today is my day… or what’s left of it.”
I laughed because it indeed was, even though we would be checking out in a few hours.
I ultimately joined him in the shower. As soon as I was inside, he pulled me against him, ducking his head and kissing me at the same time his hands trickled down my frame with the water.
Before I knew it, he dropped to his knees in front of me. Water beat against his head. He was fucking beautiful, the most delectable chocolate, peering up at me.
“Put your leg right here.” He pointed to the ledge inside of the tub.
I did as instructed, then watched him as he trailed kisses, starting on the inside of my ankle, where he paused and looked up at me.
“Stop letting motherfuckers paint your toes white, tryna play it safe. Make them motherfuckers red, blood red.”
I didn’t respond verbally but nodded, watching his lips trail higher and higher up my legs until he was between them. Hestopped before he reached my sopping center, and once again, his eyes bored into mine.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you in here. I’m gonna eat this motherfucker at my own speed and you ain’t gonna do shit but stand there and take it. You bet not do shit but come.” Then, like a brute, he buried his face between my legs.
He hadbreakfast delivered to the room. While I lay at the foot of the bed eating grapes, because I was exhausted and couldn’t fathom sitting up, he sat at the foot of the bed on the floor eating his eggs, every so often holding a forkful near my mouth.
“We didn’t go to any of the floors.”
He shook his head. “We didn’t, besides you buying that damn mask.”
I laughed and glanced over to where it sat on the counter. “I liked it and I’m sure you did too.”
He laughed hard. His fork tapped the plate. “Probably.”
“Whatever you say.” I grabbed the bottle of water near me and opened it. After gulping enough down, I placed the top back on. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Good. I did as well.”
“I’m sure you do every time you come here. Do you bring your wife?”
“Used to, when I was married.”
“Was married. I thought you wer?—”
“Quiet divorce, sweetheart. Everything doesn’t always work out, no matter how much you put into it. Folks just aren’t who you believe them to be, no matter what façade they put up.” His tone made me lift my head to get a look at him. He didn’t looklike himself, instead looking bothered. I didn’t know what his wife had done, but apparently it was something pretty heavy.
