“I love you.”
She froze. Her eyes shifted, and her brows lowered a little, as if she was processing what she’d just heard. I turned and faced her, and with my right hand, I lifted her chin so her eyes met mine.
“I love you, . . . and I love her so much.”
I watched her eyes fill instantly. Her eyes lowered again, as if she didn’t trust her ears. She shook her head like she tried not to cry.
“You do?” she whispered, like she needed to be certain.
I let my hand down from her chin and nodded.
“I do. I love y’all so bad that it don’t even make sense.”
She dropped her head like she was in thought, and then picked it back up slowly, as if she was scared that I would disappear if she moved too fast. A tear fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheek. I took my thumb and wiped it tenderly. As I leaned closer, she met her lips with mine.
She kissed me softly at first, then deeper. We kissed the other day when she met me in the shower, but this time, it felt different. It felt like the kind of kiss that we would carry for years, the kind of kiss that saidwe made it.
Princess wrapped her arms around my neck, and on instinct, I grabbed the back of her head with my hands. For a moment, I’d forgotten where we were. I’d forgotten that we were in our daughter’s room, forgotten about the world, forgotten about the things that sat heavy on my shoulders.
After what felt like the best minute of my life, she pulled back a little to breathe and rested her forehead on mine. Then, she grabbed my hand.
“Come on,” she whispered.
I let her lead me out. With my free hand, I shut Yana’s door lightly behind us and made sure the clock wouldn’t wake her. Princess kept a hold of my hand the whole time, as if she didn’t want to let me go. She guided me down the hallway to my room, our steps the only sound in the quiet house.
When we reached the door, she didn’t hesitate. She shut the door behind us, immediately turned to me, and kissed me deeply again, as if she’d been holding back before. Her hands slid up my chest, soft and warm, with her fingers gliding across my nipples like feathers. That always turned me on. It felt like muscle memory, like she was relearning me and the things that used to get me there. I felt my body tingling everywhere. She skimmed her tongue from my mouth and onto my neck the same way she used to when we were in love. I exhaled and settled my hands on her waist.
It felt so good to be touched like this. It had been a long time since I allowed someone to be intimate with me in this way. I never explained to the women I’d seen about the things I liked or disliked. Most of the time, I just busted my nut and went on my way. But this was special. This time, it meant more than that.
Guilt washed over me again as I thought about that. Amora popped into my mind. She had been the only girl, after Princess, who I allowed to get even a sliver of a glimpse into the real me. I opened up to her once on accident after a few glasses of champagne and a few times after—never anything too serious, but enough for her to show genuine concern. Even then, it never felt right. It never felt the same as it had with Princess.
“Prin, . . .” I murmured. “I really have to tell yo?—”
“Ssshh . . .” Her palms moved over my shoulders and to my mouth. She placed her finger on my lips and pushed me back. I stepped backward slowly until I reached the end of the bed. She kissed me again, moving her hands down my arms and back up to my chest. Then, she slowly tugged at my shirt. It wasn’trushed, but slow, as if she wanted to savor the moment. I lifted my arms and allowed her to pull it off.
The tip of her tongue met my nipples, and she flicked it up and down. I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure. The warmth of her breath and the wetness of her mouth sent sparks up and down my chest. That shit felt so good. It surprised me that she remembered that after all those years.
When she lifted her head, she pushed me back on the bed. The second I felt the fabric of the comforter on my back, her hands were there again, tracing the lines of my chest as if she were claiming her place.
She unbuckled my jeans and smoothly pulled the zipper down, as she got on her knees in front of me, tugging at my jeans and signaling me to lift and let her take them off.
I did as she wished. The mattress dipped under me, and when both my pants and my drawers were at my ankles, Princess gathered her curls into a ponytail and leaned forward.
She looked into my eyes with fire behind them, which let me know she was in control. I loved it when a woman knew what she wanted and took it from me without permission. I bit my bottom lip and felt my dick swell up, anticipating what was to come next.
Princess placed both hands on my shaft, and with eyes still locked on mine, she let spit drool from her mouth onto the tip. I watched as it rolled down slowly onto her hands. Before it could go down further, she opened her mouth and sucked it back up.
“Fuck . . . Damn, baby,” I muttered.
She stroked my dick with both hands and bobbed her head. Her hands twisted as she rubbed up and down and moaned at the same time. That sent a chill throughout my body. She went faster, and I felt it building up in me, thick and hot, like my whole body was being pulled toward the edge. Every time her hands slid, it pushed me closer to losing it.
“Prin, wait . . . You ’bout to make me cum, baby.”
“Bust in my mouth, daddy,” she breathed out through a shaky voice.
Those words almost sent me. Instead, I grabbed the bottom of her chin and lifted her head to face me.
“You always been dangerous with that mouth,” I began. “Now, let me handle you. Get on this dick.”
