I feel myself choking around it, but I hold still, letting him feel the convulsions. He moans, pressing in a little, prompting me to pull back. I slide it all the way out so I can see how much it’s glistening. Shiny with my efforts, I’m proud to see I got all of it in.
Loving the sight, I glide it back in, picking up the pace.
“Monty,” he calls out, gripping my braids. Thrusting to meet my pushes, I feel myself tearing up every time it goes all the way in. The way he calls out my name continuously prompts me to keep going. We take our time moving at a slow pace that lets him just enjoy it. He’s earned it.
I want him to feel how much I appreciate him. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. With each long stroke of my tongue, I’m trying to show him what he means to me. So when he pushes all the way in and cries out, I swallow every drop of his release. Once it’s all out, he pulls free and pulls me up.
“Like the taste of me, love?”
“I don’t even think I need lunch now.” I rub my thumb across my lips to get the little bit that spilled out, before sucking on it, proving my point.
“Good, because it’s cold.”
He gets dressed and we eat. The rest of the afternoon is passed with us watching movies and playing video games. After watching me play Motherland a few more times, I convinced him to start with another favorite of mine, Ready Ranger.
He is surprisingly good at shooting people, so I do the exploring, and he does the fight scenes.
“At this rate, we are going to finish the game by next week,” I say while rolling up the chip bag.
“I think I’m going to get a system so you don’t have to bring yours back and forth.”
“And if we break up?” I bring all the snacks to the island.
“Then I’ll have something to do after work, Negative Nancy.” He kisses me on the forehead before pulling me into his arms.
“And if we get married?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
“Then we can have one in our living room and bedroom.” With one more kiss on my neck, he steps back.
“You’re staying the night, right?” he asks.
“I don’t have my stuff.” Even though I have braids in, I still need my bonnet.
He holds up a finger and runs into his room, when he comes back he has sweats for me and a hair wrap.
“What?” My hands fly to my chest as a smile eclipses my face.
“I told you I’ve been doing research, and not just about your cancer. I don’t want the burden of my being educated to be on your shoulders.” He tosses it at me and I catch it, looking it over.
It’s satin and cheetah printed. He knows what I like.
“I’ll stay, but I have to leave early to take out my braids.”
“Do it here. I’ll help.”
I put on the pants and shirt he got for me, still completely in love with the fact that I fit his clothes.
“So, you have a fine-tooth comb, too?” I have to even tighten the pants to keep them fromfalling down.
“No, but I can go get it with breakfast if you want.”
“I have to go home at some point.”
“Do you?” He asks, wrapping me in his arms. “Because you can move in.”
It’s the start of August. I have known him for seven months, and have only been dating him for two. Moving in is too soon, and yet I want to. I pull free from him and go back to the couch. Patting the cushion next to me, I wait for him to come sit.
“You know when this is all over, probably next year, I’m moving back to LA.”
