Pressin’ my titties against his back, I let my lips trail over his shoulders and down the back of his arms, kissin’ him slow like my mouth already knew how to pull him back to me even when my pride was tellin’ me to walk away. My hands slid down his waist, feelin’ every part of him that had been missin’ all damn day, and with each kiss I kept realizin’ how stupid it was for me to act like I ain’t care. I cared too damn much. I cared so much it irritated me. But the second my lips touched his skin, all that fake attitude melted off me.
As bad as I wanted to shut down on him, here I was behind him, pourin’ into him even when he hadn’t given me nothin’ back yet. And when my arms wrapped around him from behind, I felt somethin’ in his body loosen, just enough for me to feel howheavy he really was inside. Kay’Lo ain’t have to say he needed me; his body always told on him before his mouth did.
I slid my hands up his waist, slow and soft, movin’ higher until my palms was glidin’ over his abs, and Lord… he felt so damn good under my fingers that I had to rest my cheek against his back just to take him in. The water was hittin’ him, rollin’ down the lines of his body, makin’ his skin warm and slick under my lips, and I swear the longer I held him the more my heart kept fallin’ the same way it always did.
Then without him even facin’ me yet, he reached back and covered my hands with his. He lifted them from his stomach to his chest, holdin’ them there like he was tryna remind both of us that he still belonged to me. He brought my hands up to his lips and kissed them slow in the water, and that small touch did somethin’ to me… somethin’ soft and deep that damn near broke me open. He ain’t have to speak ‘cause that kiss told me everything. Even in his distance, even in his mood, his heart still reached for mine.
While he kissed my fingers, I kept kissin’ down his back, lettin’ my lips follow every curve of his spine until I felt him breathe out like he didn’t even realize he’d been holdin’ it in. And finally… he turned around.
The moment he faced me, his eyes landed right on mine, and my whole soul just split open without warnin’. I felt the tears before I even knew I was cryin’. They slid down my face faster than I could wipe ‘em, and I hated that I couldn’t hide it, but I loved him so much it just poured out on its own. All day I had been mad, but underneath that anger was the fear of losin’ him, the ache of missin’ him and the way his absence still messed with my head after everything we been through.
He stared at me like my tears hurt him and he ain’t know how to stop it. He broke eye contact for a second, sighin’ low, and Isaw the guilt sittin’ heavy in his face like he hated himself for puttin’ that pain in my eyes.
I sniffed, tried to breathe, but the tears kept spillin’. My heart was racin’, my emotions was everywhere, and I felt like I was fallin’ apart right in front of him.
He cupped my face and bowed his head, kissin’ each tear as it came. “I’m sorry, okay,” he whispered against my cheeks, soundin’ worn out and honest.
I swallowed hard. “You always sorry.”
“I know,” he breathed, and he sounded like a man who didn’t even know how to fight against that truth no more.
He pulled me into him, wrappin’ his arms around my waist and settin’ my head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong under my ear, and even though he had been distant all day, right now he held me like he never wanted me far again. I wrapped my arms around him and held him just as tight ‘cause no matter how mad he made me, my body always knew where it belonged.
Eventually he washed my body slow, takin’ his time the way he always did when he felt guilty and needed me close. His hands moved over me with that quiet devotion he didn’t always say out loud but always showed. Then he washed himself, cut the water off, and before I could even grab a towel, he scooped me up in his arms, wrappin’ my legs around his waist.
I held on tight, buryin’ my face in his neck while he carried me out the shower and through the bathroom. Our bodies was still wet, warm and stickin’ to each other like our skin didn’t wanna let go. He ain’t speak, and neither did I. The silence wasn’t cold no more; it was full of every feelin’ we ain’t have words for right now.
When he laid me on the bed, he ain’t kiss me right away. He didn’t whisper in my ear. He didn’t do none of the lil’ things he used to ease into it. He just pressed his body to mine, buried hisface in the crook of my neck, and spread my legs open like he needed to be inside me just to breathe right again.
The moment he pushed into me, deep and slow, a moan slipped out my mouth that matched his. We felt each other at the same time, and that connection hit so strong it almost hurt. He started movin’ with this slow rhythm that dragged through my whole body, makin’ my stomach tighten and my heart feel too full at once. There was so much emotion in the way he stroked me that it felt like more than sex… it felt like an apology, like a confession or like a way of holdin’ on when talkin’ seemed too hard for him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted his face so he would look at me. He pressed his forehead to mine, our noses touchin’, our lips brushin’, and he kept movin’ inside me slow and deep until my breath came out in shivers.
He whispered into my mouth, “I wasn’t out cheatin’ on you, baby.”
Holdin’ his face with both hands, I whispered back, “Where was you then?”
He pushed deeper, makin’ my lips part. “Parked down the street.”
“The whole night?”
“Yes, baby.”
Before I could react, he kissed me hard, partin’ my mouth with his and takin’ my breath while he sank even deeper inside me, draggin’ his dick out slow just to push it right back in like he wanted me to feel every inch of what he couldn’t say out loud.
“Kay’Lo… you can’t fuck me like this thinkin’ it’s gon’ fix everything,” I whispered against his lips.
His voice dropped low and sinful as hell.
“Baby… I ain’t tryna fix it. I’m tryna hold you. I’m tryna feel you. I’m tryna stay right here with you ‘cause if I let go… I swear I’ll lose my mind.”
His words hit me so hard I arched clean off the bed.
I clung to him while he stroked me deeper and deeper, my nails draggin’ down his back until he hissed and tightened his grip on me. He held me close through every shake of my body, kissin’ my cheek, my jaw and my lips as my orgasm rushed through me.
He stared straight into my eyes while he fucked me, and I saw the moment his nut built up in him ‘cause that vein popped dead in the middle of his forehead. He grabbed my thigh, pulled it open wider, and started drivin’ into me harder with this raw, emotional force that made tears roll down my face all over again.
“Pussy so good… damn…” he groaned into my neck, his voice crackin’ as he held on to me like I was the only thing keepin’ him from fallin’ apart.
