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“Your heartbeat—you know what it’s telling me?” I asked.
“Papa—”
“It’s telling me you’re mine.” I sped up, feeling my nut closing in. “Ain’t no fucking take backs, baby.”
“I can’t hold it—”
“Not yet.”
“I can’t—” she cried.
I slowed to deep, grinding strokes. She was shaking, her hair wet with tears. “You been fighting me for three weeks straight. You can hold it a little longer.”
“Please,” she sobbed. “Papa, please let me come.”
“Rub that clit and come, baby.”
She came hard, her walls pulsing around me as she pulled me down into her. I was right behind her, buried as deep as I could get, groaning into her damp skin.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I pulled out and slid down her body, sucking on her pussy again so I could taste both of us together.
“Oh fuck—” Belle’s legs snapped around my head, but I pried them back open.
“Baby—it’s too much—I can’t—”
I sucked her clit softly, feeling her twitch against my tongue until she came again. This one wasn’t explosive. It was slow, like a tremor moving through her.
I held some of us in my mouth as I moved back up her body. I kissed her and her tongue met mine to taste what I was giving her. She sucked it off my tongue greedily.
She melted into me as I scooped her off the bed and brought her to the bathroom.
I set her down to turn on the shower and stepped in with her. She rested her head on my chest as the hot water ran over us. I grabbed a rag and soap and gently washed her.
When I was done, I dried us off and wrapped her in a towel. She sat on the toilet while I put on a fresh pair of boxers. She put on the t-shirt I gave her and went to get in bed.
My bed.
She got on her side like she’d never left it.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.
She sat up and took the bottle from me appreciatively.
“Twenty-one days,” she said after a while. Her voice was completely gone. “You really counted?”
“Sure did.”
“Petty ass nigga.”
“Says the woman who wore booty shorts around the house every damn day.”
“It’s my loungewear.”
“Shit felt like psychological warfare.”
She laughed. It sounded tired but genuine, the first real one I’d heard from her in weeks.
