“Fuck... Ason,” I cry out. “I—I feel you for real this time.”
He rocks his hips into mine in a slow grind that’s better than the ones I gave him. “Shhh. I know. Let me get it out for you.”
He picks me up, sliding me along the length of his dick until I’m right at the tip, dripping and crying, because I don’t think I’ll ever feel this close to euphoria again.
His dick lingers at my entrance.
Now I know what girls mean when they talk about their wildly irresponsible sexcapades, but I also don’t believe there are other men out there that make love like Ace.
“Ason...” I beg, trying to push down.
I can’t even believe my voice is mine while he holds me above his dick, teasing me like I’m not going insane. “I—I promise I’ll act right. I won’t leave you. I’ll never leave you. I—”
“Shhh.” He swipes his tongue against my lips and drags me closer. “You thinking too much about shit you don’t need to worry about right now. Let me finish telling my pussy good morning.”
I’ll have to find another girl that’s made love to a man she hates and likes and ask her if it’s normal to cum on command for them. I don’t even need to strum my thumb against my clit in elaborate motions like I do when I’m alone. All I need is Ace’s dick inside me, his mouth on mine, and his voice.
“There you go, baby. Ride that shit out.”
I feel like I’m on that beach I used to imagine myself on when I heard him talk.
“Open your mouth for me.”
The ocean water brushes against my toes and there’s a calm breeze tickling my skin while he pushes his fingers into my mouth to soothe the shock. I suckle on them, obsessing over their familiar dips, grooves and callouses. His other hand scrapes along my ass between slaps while he groans, and I remember what happens at the end of irresponsible love-making.
I open my mouth, choking, but I’m too slow because he’s already yanking us apart and pulling his fingers out so fast that I don’t have time to savor one last taste.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My eyes grow at the smooth way he pumps his dick between us without losing control of me.“You see what you have me doing? Talking about you gonna ‘act right.’ Yeah fucking right.”
A hot splash of moisture lands on my stomach and I laugh. “That was supposed to go in the tip of the condom, right?”
* * *
“Your hips spreading?”
Mama isn’t stuck today. In fact, she’s so much like herself that she’s leaning against the island in the kitchen while I wash dishes.
My eyes get big while I stare into the glass underneath the water. “Last time I checked, I was still the same size. I didn’t have any trouble when I put on my jeans this morning.”
“Hmmm...”
When Mama “hmmms” she’s not thinking and I want to fuck Ace up for making her “hmmm” in the first place, even though I would never do that. I don’t want to fight him. I just want to fuck him all the time like he said I couldn’t do. That’s the type of shit irresponsible love-making does, but when I ask him about it, he tells me I’m crazy.
“What?” I ask, shrugging. “Maybe that new medicine they have you taking got your eyesight fuzzy.”
“Don’t no new medicine have my eyes fuzzy.”
I hold in my giggle. “It got you eating other stuff besides grits.”
“Yeah, for now.”
“Don’t talk like that. I haven’t seen you eat that much since the beginning of summer.”
“And I never seen you call a doctor’s office before. Is my Phat growing up?”
I choke out a giggle because I can’t tell her that I think making love makes me feel invincible too, so I called up Dr. Evanston’s office and made a fuss about her non-existent appetite. After the office staff got in a tizzy, I asked his nurse about that prescription Ace told me about—Zofran.
I shrug. “One of us has to grow up and we both know it’s not Marcus.”
