“Please, wife. Can I feel you on my dick? I’m ‘bout to buss just from my hand being inside you. Glide that pretty pussy on me, Mistress. Let’s make each other cum while we watch the sunset over the ocean.” With each request, he kissed a new part of my body in tandem with the work of his hands.
He’d been begging and working me so well I was releasing before I could remember I was supposed to be holding out. A smile that was pure arrogance graced his face and it was clear Ori had been the most attentive student in mastering what it took to please me.
Intelligence is so sexy.
“Well, I think now is my turn to have fun.”
He had already worked his shorts halfway down his hips just enough to release the mountain I would climb until it erupted in the greatest way.
“He’s ready for you, Mistress.”
I put his hand on my breasts before lifting myself up to take him in as I slid my bottoms to the side. I felt electrified by the feeling of each of his rungs delving deeper inside.
There was so much I wanted to say to him. To thank him for seeing me without judgement. For caring about me and wanting to protect me. It was everything to me. But instead of weighing down the moment I was going to use my body in the middle of the Atlantic to show my husband how deeply he’d made me fall in love with him. One day I was going to work up the courage to tell him.
FELL DOWN
ASHA
I woke up with a smile.
I’d been waking up this way for months, and Ori was the reason. So much had happened since our honeymoon that I felt like I was living a fairytale. One that I woke up everyday thinking would collapse but it hadn’t. Ori and I had been growing even closer than before. Normally we didn’t eat many meals at home so besides salads and fruit and small snacks we didn’t grocery shop. Both of us were guilty of doing a lot of takeaway but Ori was more than happy to change things up now that he’d retired. He’d cooked more, meal-prepped as he called it, and never pressured me to help him. It wasn’t my forte. The chef that I sometimes used wasn’t one that was vetted by the consortium so they had to find someone who was. They came in and cooked on the days that Ori didn’t feel like it and I was grateful that he hadn’t changed up on any of the things he’d promised. Ori had stepped in for Pappy being officially named as his successor, which meant visiting multiple offices around the country. I had extended my sabbatical through this semester so I could travel with him. We’d gone out to the family compound in Kapa’a staying in the massive ancestral home. The town was a much slower pace than the bigger hubs where the majority of tourists stayed. I preferred to see this part of his home and not the part that was whitewashed for consumption.
Ori turned into a different man while he was there. He was as free as he’d been when we were on our honeymoon. He surfed and attempted to teach me what he could. The best I ever got was standing on the board with him, which was thrilling enough. We swam in the water, made love on the family’s private beach and I did everything I could to learn about the history of the family and what they’d endured trying to keep the family’s land private. So much of the wealth that Pappy’s father built went directly into protecting their land and that of the extended family. They funded a lot of conservation efforts despite much of it being futile against big business.
Life felt so perfect.
It felt even more so because I was sitting here with a group of women who in the five months since I’d been married had become as close to me as Sasha, Tee and Nev. We had all gathered in DC having a girls’ day just because.
“Y’all seem to be good.”
Jemma Marie bumped my shoulder as she grabbed a chicken wing off a tray and took a bite. I loved the way she didn’t take any part of her life for granted. We’d talked a lot, both of us having been captives. Her forced incarceration was much longer than mine but it was far more luxurious accommodations than my own.
I was trying to hide my smile as much as possible despite them all having seen the way we’d been together. There were so many of us now it seemed necessary for us to grow the bond between one another and the women in both generations. The women in the elder generation decided that they wanted to meet up a few times a year to check in with us since we all had so much going on. Safi, Yolonda, Babette and Faith were all here and I knew a large part of what was going on was also them wanting to catch up with one another. They each had a different perspective on life inside this extended family; some born in and othersmarried in, and we were all interested in hearing and learning from the lives they’d been in for decades.
“We are. I’m absolutely thankful that I ended up where I did.” I took a bite of the olive on my tray squeezing my thighs together thinking about this morning.
“Ugh, you are insufferable. I know that look.”
“What do you mean?”
Jemma Marie rolled her eyes before she picked up her cocktail and motioned with her head for us to take our seats. Children were happily playing as their grandmothers hovered and cooed. I watched Faith holding baby Skye and something in me bubbled. It was like my organs had shifted like my stomach dropped watching the look of adoration on Faith’s face.
“You’ve had an orgasm.”
I halted and looked at Jem. I’d forgotten the entire thread of conversation that we’d been having so it took me a minute to remember.
“What is the world does that have to do with how I’m looking?”
I pulled myself together and we sat down around the low tables on the big cushions that had been spread out everywhere. We were all dressed comfortably and a spread had been set up on tables in the suite so that we could fellowship at our will. One bedroom had been converted for the babies. Little Jahbari was bouncing on his little legs as his mother Nyima cooed over him. That feeling was in my stomach again and I shifted on the pillow, looking down at the plate I’d made wondering where this longing had suddenly come from.
“An orgasm is the reason that you’re sitting there all joyful and shit. It’s been a while for me but not that long.” Jem bit into her strawberry as she let her eyebrows bounce.
“Weren’t you locked up for over a decade? What in the hell do you mean not that long?” Jasmine was sitting closest to us but she’d apparently overheard what Jemma Marie said.
Are you truly trying to have me discuss this in front of mytantes? That ain’t how we do things in the South.”
“Jemma Marie I don’t understand why the world you think we are gonna care. You could’ve been somewhere selling ass for two dollars and we would just be happy to have you back,” Safi Merrick spoke from across the room as she cooed to her grandson like she wasn’t being crass. She was such an admirable woman.
