He leans down and kisses me, as he places his dick at my entrance.
“You ready?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine.
“Yes.”
He thrusts so hard up in me that it pushes the breath from my lungs. Chaos uses his mouth to suction the cry that rises within me and into his mouth. His tongue expertly weaves around mine, making me swell again with need and arousal.
He works his hips from side to side and continues kissing me until I feel the urgency to release once more. My arms are locked around my man, and I never want to let him go.
I don’t need alcohol or drugs to achieve a high. Feeling our bodies connected this way is the ultimate high for me. I float to a space that is as familiar to me as breathing, but difficult to describe, as the tears fall down my face again. Whenever I get like this with him, it’s hard for me to breathe, think, or even explain my feelings, so I don’t. I just ride the magical wave.
“I fucking love you.” He grunts just before he releases inside of me. My pussy swells around him, and I explode as well.
He rolls over onto his back, and I stretch before I cuddle next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, baby. That was the best wakeup call I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, ya li’l ass was worn out last night, and I couldn’t tap it properly.”
“CJ’s birthday party knocked quarters out of me.”
He chuckles. “He did have a great time.”
“He did. He was so proud that you were there.”
“I love you. I won’t miss another birthday,” Chaos promises, kissing my lips.
“I love you more, Chaos.”
“Impossible, girl,” he replies, grabbing my hip and turning me on my side so that I can face him. I rest my head on the crook of my arm as I smile at him and stare into his eyes.
“You know why I love you?”
“Tell me.”
I tick my fingers as I list every reason why I love him. “I love you because you’rea protector. I never have to worry about my safety or CJ’s as long as we’re together. You have a heart of gold—besides witnessing it in the past as kids, I saw it with Bell and Jagged’s kids. You don’t play about our kid or me. Like me, you were broken over a parent, but you were strong enough and courageous enough to heal for our son. Most of all, you’re the only one who can make me literally cry in the bedroom.”
He pulls up onto one elbow and scowls at me. “What the fuck you mean, I’m the only one who can make you cry when you cum?” He grabs my pussy and squeezes. “Who else been in my shit while I’ve been gone, Charisma? What other nigga I need to send to his eternal death?”
“Ouch. Nobody,” I reply, smacking his hand, but he doesn’t let go.
“Why you say I’m the only one then, like you been testing that shit?”
“Baby, I didn’t mean it that way. I simply know that I cry during sex because of the connection we share, how you’ve made me feel since we were kids. I share that with nobody else but you. That’s how I know another man could never make me cry. Besides, you’ve got that premium dick.”
He smirks and smacks my ass. “You’d better fix that shit. Oh, I’ve got some good news.”
“What?”
“Get showered and dressed. We’ve got someplace to be.” He hops out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To wake up CJ so he can get ready.
My heart bursts with happiness.
