“Baby...” she groans, thrusting her arms onto my head and thrashing against my dick like we didn’t talk about this shit already. “Wha—what you so upset about? I feel it.”
Upset, mad, angry. Those words don’t exist in my vocabulary because they don’t change anything. Instead of telling her so, I wrap one hand around her braids and grip her breast with my other.
“What I tell you about jumping up and down on my dick like that?” I grunt into her neck.
“Not to do it.” She breathes out.
“Then stop.”
She sinks back on me and relaxes into a slow grind that doesn’t settle my brain.
I turned her into a talker after only three rounds of making love. Instead of choking on my name, she’s belting out complete sentences and questions that I don’t have the answers to.
Shit, I’m not even stable enough to figure out how to make love to her responsibly. I’m being that impulsive ass man I swear she doesn’t need so I savor this moment—us with no barrier between us again, her smell, the wholeness I feel from her body on top of mine, and us dancing together with that article lurking in the shadows because I don’t know how to protect her from it.
We grind together in an easy rhythm. She wraps her hand around mine, belting out a moan that makes me try to dive further inside her even though there’s nowhere left to go.
“Tell me you won’t leave me,” I grit out, pinching my eyes shut.
“I—I won’t.”
“No matter what?”
“Yes! No matter what!”
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”
“I’m not!”
“Fuck...” I gasp, trying my hardest to make more space inside of her for me to take up. “Prove it then. Show me forever.”
She thrusts her head back and shoves her mouth on mine, like I wasn’t trying to bend her in half to satisfy an impossible need. When she opens her mouth, all of her words fall into mine.
“I will. J—just tell me what’s wrong, baby,” she mutters, letting me catch every word. “If I did something, tell me how to fix it.”
I don’t know how to form words she can digest without choking on them. We’re vibing on two different frequencies because her pilot can’t get his shit together.
“You different today.” She cups my cheek, swirling her tongue against mine. “I can tell you ain’t been drinking. I can feel and see all of you.”
Thatshit right there makes me stop to wrap both arms around her waist just so I can sit in this moment. She stops too.
“Let me fix it.” She breathes hard. “I wanna fix whatever it is.”
God, I know. I know. I’m supposed to be careful with her, but my baby isn’t just hardheaded. She’s curious too.
I swallow hard. “Can you get on your knees for me?”
She nods and eases off of me.
My eyes are so heavy that I can’t do shit but watch her adjust the passenger seat and climb onto the floor between slow blinks.
When she’s there, on her knees, staring up at me, my mouth goes dry.
“Ain’t nothing for you to fix.” I reach down and brush my knuckles down her cheek. “You didn’t do anything but be your perfect self. Do you understand?”
She nods again, leaning into my hand.
“I—I’m the problem. Okay? Only me.”
