The Last Time
ADAI
Pryce held my hands above my head as he kissed all over my face and slid his dick in and out of me slowly. We’d just finished two rounds of fucking and had kissed our way into a round of love making. When Pryce made love to me, it was always intense in the best way. He knew my body so well. He’d studied my moans and whimpers, using them as a guide to get me to my release.
“Ughh, I’m gonna cum,” I let out, my voice dipped in passion.
Pulling my bottom lip into his mouth, he sucked on it while lifting my leg in the crook of his arm and twisting his hips to grind into my G-spot. “You gon’ wet this dick up, Dai?” he whispered into my mouth, still honed in on that spot.
“Mmmhmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes.
“Nah. Open yo’ eyes. Stay here wit’ me.” Pryce’s voice was naturally deep and assertive, but in the bedroom, it registered lower than normal. “Who pussy this is, Dai?”
I couldn’t answer, too wrapped up in how good he felt inside of me. When he slowly pulled out, my eyes opened. I could feel the head of his dick sliding up and down my slit. And there it was, the teasing — the control. He wanted me to respond to him, not just with my body but with my words.
“It’s yourssss, Pryce,” I obliged. “Put it back i…”
Before I could finish my sentence, he’d already thrust back into me, working his way back to that spot.
“Mmmmm, baby. It’s cummin’!” I cried out as tears slid down my cheeks.
His free hand found my neck and wrapped around it gently. Bringing his face to mine, he licked my tears. “Don’t cry, baby.”
My walls instantly contracted, gripping his dick, and pulled him in deeper. He applied more pressure to my neck and bit my cheek, making me climax. My body withered beneath him.
“Arghhh, fuck,” he growled, planting his seeds inside of me to hold.
Our breathing was in sync, labored and spent, as we worked our way down from our sexual high. Pryce kissed my forehead then my lips before climbing out of the bed. I watched as he walked to the bathroom, and the tears returned. Only, this time, they weren’t from the moment we’d just shared. I shed tears because I knew it would be the last one.
Three months ago, Pryce and I had called it quits on our four-year relationship. Still, we found ourselves with each other, both giving in to the delusion that sleep only came easy when we were in the same bed, whether it was mine or his.
Tonight, when he called, his words were simple. “I can’t sleep. I need you.”Truth was, I couldn’t sleep either. And I needed him too. So, my heart did what it had become accustomed to doing when it came to Pryce — it overrode my logic. Logic said that doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result was indeed the definition of insanity. Yet and still, I showed up the way I always did — willing, soft, and ready. Just the way he expected.
The little light that peeked through his curtains made it easy for me to see him as he walked back to the bed, dick swinging freely, abs on full display, with a rag in his hand. Making hisway over to the side that I’d curled up on, he gently spread my legs and wiped up the mess we made. Placing the rag on the nightstand, he climbed back in bed and pulled me to him. Placing another kiss on my lips, he fell into a peaceful slumber. I watched his chest rise and fall and counted each breath he took, the same way I’d done when we first started dating.
There was a time where I found solace and immense peace in his presence. The last year felt like anything but that. The place where I once felt soft had become a battleground. Disagreements turned into full on debates that I couldn’t win because Pryce stopped listening to hear me and started listening only to respond. Conversations that should have been about compromise turned into standoffs about logic and his need to be right.
At some point, I got tired of fighting with the man I was supposed to fight beside. And while our problems may have seemed minute to those on the outside who experienced a stone face, standoffish Pryce daily, I wanted –– no, I needed –– a certain kind of softness when it came to the man I entrusted with my life.
I traced the outline of his beard, and he didn’t stir. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe he was making it easier for me to let go. Kissing his lips for the last time, I eased out of his hold. Again, he didn’t move, and a part of me felt like he knew what was happening but refused to acknowledge it. Standing slowly from the bed, I walked to the edge of it to pick my clothes up from the floor and started to redress.
“Dai.” He called my name, and the light flickered on in the room simultaneously.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I turned to face him. I’d managed to get my bra on, and my jeans were pulled up over my waist but open. Pryce was fully awake, and as he locked eyes with me, I felt myself breaking. I didn’t see anger. Gone washis pride. What I saw on his face was vulnerability mixed with sadness. Yet, his shoulders remained broad and his lips tight.
It wasn’t long ago when we stood in the same position, arguing about respect and communication. Me trying to get him to understand that the two went hand in hand and him trying to convince me that there was nothing wrong with the way he communicated. Tonight, I’d already decided that I wouldn’t be baited into an argument. By the look on his face, something told me he knew what was going on; he just wanted to hear me say it.
I remained still as he watched me like he was committing every part of me to memory, from my full cheeks, my almond shaped eyes, thick, perfectly arched brows, my nose, and pouty lips that were slightly parted due to the words I wanted to speak but couldn’t get out.
“Huh?” I managed to get out, sounding just as unsure as I felt.
“You leaving?”
I couldn’t bring myself to verbally confirm, so I nodded instead. I watched him exhale slowly and run his hand over his face. For a second, I almost folded again. Stripped right out of my clothes and crawled back into his arms, but I knew that would only be telling him that it was cool for us to continue to operate as normal. And it wasn’t.
“I love you,” he let out. “And wherever you go, just know that a piece of me will always be with you to keep you safe.”
His words landed softly, and my heart broke a little more. I didn’t hear ego. Just the truth. It was this side of Pryce that people outside of his family didn’t see. The side that loved openly and protectively. The side that yearned for my presence just as bad as I yearned for him. Yet and still, the protection and love without a solid foundation in communication just didn’t cut it anymore.
