“Aahh shit!” she exclaimed.
I hammered into her without extending any mercy. Everything she had to offer, I wanted it. We seldom just fucked, more often having sex or making love. Today, I needed to go hard, releasing all the tension that had built up inside of me over the last few weeks. We had been under a lot of stress and tension, but most of it was due to Clayton.
I would make love to my woman again later, but all I wanted now was to release all the stress, all the tension, and all the anxiety that built inside of me when I thought I had lost her.
When I came, it was with my head back, my eyes to the ceiling, and my entire body one tight muscle. I released a roar that didn’t sound like me at all. I finally collapsed on my side, and she rolled over beside me, throwing one leg over my thigh and resting her head in the crook of my arm.
I kissed the top of her head because she was right where she belonged.
“That was good, baby,” I complimented Delaney and set my plate on the nightstand beside me.
Delaney was rummaging around in a drawer and glanced at me over her shoulder.
“I’m glad you liked it. You deserved a good meal. You put in a lot of hard work this morning and last night, baby.”
“You deserve good love, big baby.”
I kissed her lips when she leaned in from the side of the bed toward me. I wrapped my arm around her and tried to pull her back on the bed with me. Delaney had prepared a big breakfast consisting of eggs, waffles, hash browns, bacon, sausage, and grits. The only thing I wanted to do now was go back to sleep after eating all that and putting in the work that I had.
“Nope, I’m not getting back in bed.”
“Why not? You fed me all that food and tired me out.”
“Nobody told you to eat all of that.”
“You fixed it. What was I supposed to do?”
“You could have chosen a couple of items, like I did.”
“You didn’t expect that, did you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have made all that for me.”
She giggled. “You’ve got a big appetite.”
“That’s not all that’s big,” I replied, thrusting my hips up and bumping my dick against her thigh.
“You’re sooo bad, Mr. King.”
“You like me this way. Come on, we don’t have to rush anywhere. We can just lay here and slow grind against each other.”
“You’re so nasty. Is that all you think about?” she asked, laughing and smacking me on the thigh.
“That’s all he thinks about,” I replied, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my dick.
I almost didn’t feel it because of my own metal, but when she opened her hand, I felt something cool against the warmth of my skin.
“What’s that?” I asked, trying to pry her hand open.
“Keys.”
“For?”
“You’ll have to go outside and see.”
“Does that mean I have to put on my underwear?”
“That’s exactly what that means. Go out there without them if you want to and have my neighbors staring at your dick like they think they’re about to get a ride in. You’re gonna get you and their asses whupped.”
“Damn.” I grumbled but got out of bed and threw on my underwear, a pair of sweatpants from the overnight bag that I brought in, and some slides on my feet. I grabbed a T-shirt to put on as I followed her out of the house.
