The smile on Brion’s face was genuine and it told me there was no judgement from her, and I appreciated that more than she’d ever know. Brion walked over and grabbed my hand. The reception was being held at a lavish hotel, and she had a suite there.
“The camera crew is still here, and we can’t have them all in your face after you’ve been crying.” She turned to Isaac. “London will be right back.”
He nodded and with her hand in mine, we walked to the elevator. “You okay?” she asked swiping a tear off my cheek with her thumb.
“I swear I didn’t mean to do this here. Out of all days, I don’t know why I got emotional on your day. I had been doing so good. I really thought I was over him.”
“You were at peace when you needed to be at peace. You experienced life on your own without him. If you’re feeling unsettled now, maybe it’s just a sign that you can forgive him and give it one more shot. You didn’t let outside opinions influence you. You didn’t even let him pressure you. You made the decision on your own when the time was right.”
“I love you so much, friend.” I hugged Brion. She had been a better friend to me than some chicks I’d known for years.
“I love you back. And the fact that you and he made up at my wedding?” she stuck her tongue out and pretended she was flipping her hair over her shoulder. Her hair was up in a sleek bun with a swooped bang. “Love is in the air.”
I laughed at her antics. There was a very small, nagging voice in the back of my mind wondering if I was jumping the gun or making a mistake. Maybe it was my hormones and the wedding that had me emotional. I did miss Isaac though. So, by the time I stepped off the elevator, I decided that I would see how it felt to have him back in my life. That would be the deciding factor.
Brion fixed my makeup in less than fifteen minutes. “Good as new,” she smiled spraying setting spray.
“Thank you. I just knew I was going to have to sneak out the side door.”
“Nonsense.”
We walked back inside the reception hall. A good thirty people were on the dance floor enjoying themselves. Most were still sitting at tables eating and mingling. In the corner of the room, I saw Hymn, Divine, Huncho, and their mother. I could tell by the slight scowl on Hymn’s face that the moment wasn’t a pleasant one.
I wasn’t family, so I didn’t follow Brion when she headed in that direction, but I did decide to visit the dessert table, so I’d have to walk by. As I did, I heard their mother slurring her words.
“Oh, so everybody else in here can drink, but I can’t? Because I used to be on drugs, I can’t have a simple drink at my son’s wedding? So, the open bar is for everyone but me?”
“You’re grown,” Hymn replied in a weary voice. “You can do what you want, but getting sloppy drunk isn’t good for you while you’re in recovery. We all know alcohol can lead to more than you just having drinks.”
“So, for the rest of my life, I’m going to be treated like a child? I can’t even put a cup to my lips without my children acting like I stuck a needle in my arm.” Her voice was growing louder.
“I’m not doing this with her,” Huncho walked off.
“You never want to do it! You never want shit to do with me! On a good or bad day, Huncho is still going to treat me like shit on the bottom of his shoe!” she called out as he walked off.
“Outside, now.” Divine stated in an authoritative tone while ushering her mother out of the reception hall.
Hymn’s jaw muscles tensed but relaxed when Brion walked up to him and pressed her body into his. I smiled and diverted my gaze to the dessert table with my nosey ass.
My eyes were rolling so far back in my head that I feared they would become stuck. When the reception was over, Isaac followed me to my house, so we could talk. We talked for all of two seconds before we were in my bed. The way he was eating my pussy, so slow and deliberate like he was making love to it with his mouth was sending me into orbit. His mouth covered damn near my entire mound as he sucked me in before running his tongue over my clit. The sound effects of him slurping on my pussy like it was a peach had me gripping the sheets and arching my back.
With a low hum, I clenched my thighs around his head as my pussy contracted violently. The release almost brought tears to my eyes. It was the first time I’d had sex since being pregnant, and it was nothing short of amazing. As good as his mouth felt, when Issac’s face hovered over mine, I placed a hand on his chest.
“You know I’m pregnant. Do you need to use a condom?”
Confusion flashed in his eyes briefly. “Nah. I’ve only had sex one time since we’ve been apart. I used a condom, and I got checked.
I simply nodded, and Isaac pushed into me. It hurt and felt so damn good at the same time. It was true that pregnancy made the vagina different. It was almost as if I’d gotten tighter, and he’d gotten bigger. The deep moan that he pushed out was a contrast to my soft one.
“Fuck, London,” he whispered with his forehead pressed to mine. “Fuck this feels so good, baby. I’ll never hurt you again. I swear to God.” Issac snaked his tongue in my mouth.
We kissed passionately as he pushed in and out of me. I was so wet it was surreal. In less than five minutes, Issac’s body jerked, and he moaned into my mouth.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted. “I told you I haven’t had sex in a minute. This shit is too damn good. I’ll last longer next time,” he chuckled.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I bit my bottom lip and stared into his eyes as he kissed me again. So far, it felt right. I wasn’t having any regrets yet. We kissed with him still inside of me and within in minutes, he was stroking me again. My clit was so swollen, and my breasts were so sensitive that the moment he flickered his tongue over my nipple, I came again.
“Shit, I can’t take this,” Isaac snatched out of me once my orgasm subsided. “Got damn this pussy is fye as fuck. Get on top.”
