Everything in me knew I should’ve ended things with Russell a long time ago, but it seemed impossible. He didn’t want to let me go, and truth be told, I didn’t want him to. The feelings I had for him ran deep, but I couldn’t give him the happily ever after he wanted. It wouldn’t be fair to him if I continued to string him along, but I could tell he was growing tired of this situationship.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and enjoyed the feel of his mouth on my pussy. The way his tongue softly stroked my pussy lips, then dipped in between them, had me squirming.
He flattened his tongue and swiped it from the top of my asshole to my clit, moving the tip of it in a circular motion. Ifelt his fingers playing with my entrance before he slipped them inside and massaged my walls.
“Shit, Russ!” I cried.
He didn’t let up, and before long, the combination of his tongue and fingers brought me to ecstasy. I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath, but breathing was the last thing on my mind. My pussy had been craving his dick since I’d come to see him.
I opened my legs wide, giving him full access, and when his dick slowly filled me, we breathed a sigh of relief. I tended to look away from him when we had sex, so my head was turned to the side. He grabbed my neck and used his index fingers to make me face him.
“Look at me, Rose. Open your eyes.”
We’d done this song and dance many times, so I knew he wouldn’t fuck me like I wanted until I gave him my eyes. I slowly opened them and immediately became lost in his beauty. Russell was perfect in every way.
His deep caramel-brown skin, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, eyebrows that always looked freshly arched, smooth, kissable lips encased in a low beard and trimmed goatee, and eyes that always appeared to look into my soul whenever he looked at me.
His hair was my favorite, and I loved when he wore it untamed and free, which he rarely did. He preferred it in braids, and they hung just past his shoulders. Either way, he was a sight to behold.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby. You know your love faces keep my dick hard.”
He loved the looks of pleasure on my face as his dick sent me to another atmosphere, making me cum two, three, even four times before filling me with his seeds. The heat from his gaze was always too much to handle, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
I could taste my essence on his tongue and smell my sweet aroma on his face. It turned me on and made my pussy wetter. My first orgasm crashed into my second and my second into my third before Russell allowed himself the same pleasure.
I couldn’t deny the connection between us, but I couldn’t sell him a dream either. We were good together, but we could never be great. He was perfect, but ultimately, he’d have to be perfect for someone else.
I could feel it. Rose’s head was somewhere else, and she wasn’t the type of woman who would tell me what was wrong unless I asked. Even then, it was hard getting her to express her feelings.
I’d never claim to be the most talkative man, but Rose gave me a run for my money. If she were anyone else, I wouldn’t give a damn if they never talked, but I’d wanted to know everything she was thinking since the first time I laid eyes on her two years ago.
After our final climax, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I was awakened by her attempting to remove herself from my embrace. I waited until she swung her legs around to the edge of the bed before saying something.
“Where are you going?” I asked in a whisper.
My voice startled her, and she jumped.
“Huh? I, uhm, I was going to head back to the house.”
“Why?”
Although she refused to give us a title, Rose was mine, and I was hers. She knew it, I knew it, and so did everyone else who mattered. We spent most nights together, and she’d never left in the middle of the night.
We lived on the same property, which we calledThe Compound. She lived in the main house with the rest of our family, sharing the basement apartment with two of her sisters, Daisy and Blossom. I lived in a two-bedroom suite behind the main house.
“I have an early appointment, and I don’t want to disturb you when I get up to leave.”
“What kind of appointment do you have on a Sunday morning?”
“Huh? Oh, I?—”
“Rose, cut the shit. Tell me what’s real.”
She sighed and eased back into bed, choosing to lie flat on her back instead of returning to my arms. When she didn’t say anything, I took the liberty because I had a few things to get off my chest.
“It feels like you’re pulling away from me.”
“Nothing has changed between us, so I’m not sure what you mean.”
