He pushed his dick right back inside me, deep and full, like there wasn’t even a decision to make, ’cause his body chose for him. His hips pressed into me hard while he let go completely, his breath breakin’, and his whole body goin’ tense as he finished.
“Fuck it…” he muttered low, almost to himself, like he wasn’t even tryna pretend no more.
He stayed buried deep, holdin’ me still while the whole orgasm hit him in waves, his grip tight on my thigh, and his chest pressed to mine like he needed to ground himself in me while he came.
His head dropped into my neck, his breath heavy, and his body still twitchin’ a lil’ as he rode it out, like once it started, there was no stoppin’ it anyway.
We kissed slow after that, messy and deep, like neither one of us wanted to break the connection.
When he finally leaned back and looked at me, there was that same look in his eyes again.
“I’mma fuck you again as soon as my dick get back hard,” he said low, like he wasn’t even askin’.
I swallowed, my body still sensitive, and wantin’ him.
“Okay, baby,” I whispered.
“I love you baby,” I said while he was still on top of me, our bodies still locked together like neither one of us was ready to come up for air just yet. The way he stayed with me, breathin’ heavy against me, made it feel like we hadn’t even come down all the way.
My hands was still on his back, movin’ slow over his skin, feelin’ the heat of him, and how relaxed he had gotten after all that tension he been carryin’ for weeks. I ain’t rush him to move, ’cause I ain’t wanna break nothin’ that we had just found again.
He lifted his head and looked at me, and the way his eyes held mine made my heart flutter, ’cause it had been a long time since I felt seen by him like this.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry for everything,” I said. “For how I been actin’, for the way I been treatin’ you and not showin’ up the way I should’ve. I know I been movin’ wrong. I haven’t been a good wife, but… I’m gon’ fix it.”
I watched him while I said it, hopin’ he heard me for real and not just brushed it off like it ain’t matter, ’cause I meant every word that came out my mouth.
He leaned down and kissed along my neck slow, then up along my jaw, his lips warm in a way that made my eyes close for a second while I felt him take that in.
“I forgive you,” he said against my skin, his voice low and sure, like it really was that simple for him.
And with him, it always had been.
He wasn’t the type to sit around holdin’ on to shit just to prove a point. He wasn’t gon’ drag out somethin’ when healready knew where his heart was at, so when he said it, I believed him without second guessin’ it.
I slid my hand up into his hair and held him for a second, just feelin’ him close to me, and what we had just got back without either one of us overthinkin’ it.
That’s when I heard my phone ringin’. It had been ringin’ for a minute, but I ain’t pay it no mind, ’cause I was too busy gettin’ fucked good. I let out a small breath and reached over to grab it off the other pillow while Kay’Lo stayed right here over me.
I looked at the screen and saw it was Sha’Nelle. I answered it and put it on speaker.
“What’s up?” I answered, tryna sound normal.
“Bitch,” Sha’Nelle said sharp as hell, and I already knew I should’ve let the phone ring, but she had my baby. “I hope you know we can hear Kay’Lo puttin’ yo’ muthafuckin’ ass through that mattress.”
My eyes went wide, and I covered my mouth quick, feelin’ the heat hit my face instantly while I turned my head like she could see me.
“Oh my God…” I muttered under my breath.
Kay’Lo dropped his head into my shoulder and started laughin’, that deep laugh comin’ from his chest while he shook his head like he already knew we got caught up.
“Y’all loud as shit,” Sha’Nelle kept goin’. “I’m sittin’ here tryna mind my business with My’Love and y’all got me feelin’ like I’m in the damn room with y’all. You know how loud you gotta be for a muthafucka to hear you gettin’ fucked… in a mansion, bitch.”
“Girl, shut up,” I said, but I couldn’t even stop the laugh that slipped out, ’cause she wasn’t lyin’ and I knew it.
Kay’Lo pushed himself up after that, still smilin’ while he slid off me and stood up, reachin’ for a pair of grey sweatpants.
“A’ight,” he said, still amused. “I’m comin’ to get my baby.”
