Page 20 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Nuri & Silas

Ali took a step closer, that lazy grin on his lips but the storm in his eyes. “You know I ain’t never been one to run from the truth, baby. I loved you then, I love you now. Ain’t no amount of time or distance ever changed that.”

Nova exhaled, her shoulders slumping like the weight of the world was finally too much to carry. “Ali… we too old for games. We got grown problems now, and I?—”

He didn’t let her finish. He was in front of her before she could blink, his hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her so close she could feel the beat of his heart.

“Listen to me,” he whispered, his forehead resting on hers.

“I ain’t here to play no games, Nova. I’m here ‘cause I got tired of watchin’ from the sidelines. You deserve better.”

Her eyes shimmered with tears, but her lips trembled like she couldn’t decide whether to scream or fall apart. “You think I ain’t been fightin’ all these years? For Nuri. For me. I did that shit alone, Ali. And now you showin’ up actin’ like everything’s easy.”

“Look at me,” he demanded, his tone low but steady. “You think it was easy for me? Bein’ locked up knowin’ you was out here fightin’ for our daughter, fightin’ for yourself? I thought about you every damn day. Just ain’t wanna cause you no more stress.”

She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek. “I had to be strong, Ali. I had to raise Nuri, and keep her safe. I couldn’t afford to break. But, I never stopped loving you.”

Ali’s thumb brushed her tears away, his hand cupping her cheek like he was tryna memorize every inch of her. “I know, baby. You held it down.”

Nova shook her head, laughin’ through her tears. “Don’t start, Ali. You always did know how to talk that sweet shit.”

Ali chuckled, but it was a sad smile, a smile that carried too many regrets and too many what-ifs.

“That’s ‘cause I meant every word then, and I mean ‘em now. I ain’t lettin’ you walk away from me this time, Nova.

I done spent too many nights dreamin’ ‘bout this moment, ‘bout you. Ain’t no judge, no jail cell, no bitter-ass ex-husband gon’ come between us no more. ”

Nova’s lips trembled, her eyes searching his like she was tryna find the truth in every word, and damn if she didn’t find it, written all over his face.

“You promise me, Ali,” she whispered. “Promise me you ain’t gonna leave me hangin’ again.”

Ali pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her like a fortress. “I promise you, Nova. Ain’t no man alive strong enough to take me from you or Nuri again.”

In the middle of that courthouse parking lot, surrounded by the echoes of all their mistakes, Ali and Nova finally found the love they’d been fightin’ for all these years. A love that was stronger than any lie, any betrayal, any prison sentence. This time, they both knew—they weren’t letting go.

Now that all the secrets had spilled and life settled into its rightful rhythm, Nuri finally exhaled.

No more guessing. Nuri joyfully embraced the new life God had bestowed upon her.

No more walking on emotional eggshells. Peace didn’t just knock on her door—it moved in, unpacked its bags, and made itself comfortable.

She had a new man, new father, and was preparing to graduate with honors from Blake University.

Life was turning out to be better than good to her. In fact it'd been abundantly gracious.

Nuri stood in front of her windowpane, her most favorite place in the entire house, sipping a glass of wine while the soft sound of Sabrina Claudio's Tastes So Good danced through the air, the golden hue of dusk painted the sky like a masterpiece, creating an atmosphere that exuded easygoing vibes.

Unbeknownst to Nuri, Silas had used the key Nuri had given him to her place, adoring her from afar.

Her silk robe, loose at the waist, grazed the tops of her thighs as she swayed gently.

Just as Nuri took another sip from her flute, Silas had snuck up behind her.

His manhood poking the crease of her ass, as his warm, manly hands lay just above the loose silk knot of her kimono robe.

"Mmhm," Nuri moaned seductively.

"Damn baby, you smell good as hell," Silas confessed, nuzzling his nose into the crease of her neck. "You had a good day?" He asked between kisses, his voice dripping with desire.

"It was good. My soror sisters and I have just been trying to get things in order for graduation next month. I can't believe I'm finally at the finish line.

"Ssss... Ahh... Si," Nuri moaned, as Silas swiveled his fingers past the delicate, lace brim of Nuri's panties, and swept between her slippery folds. Her nub thumped against his finger as maneuvered his middle finger in circular motions.

"Let me get some of that sweet nectar," Silas commanded, then swirled his tongue in her ear.

"Ughn," Nuri moaned, releasing just as she was told.

“Good girl,” Silas voiced from behind her, removing his hand, as he immediately feasted on her essence. “Why the fuck yo’ pussy taste so damn good?” Silas quizzed as Nuri turned around, releasing the knot that held her robe together.

The moment their eyes locked, their souls became an open book. Nuri removed her kimono, letting it rest around her ankles. Then seductively, she reached behind her back to unlatch her bra, as Silas stepped out of his pants and boxers simultaneously.

Nuri showcased her melanin melons, her erect nipples unapologetically stealing the show.

Silas stood across from her, his tatted chest and arm on full display, but the sight of his dick bricking up sent shivers down Nuri’s spine as her essence slid down her inner thigh.

The way Silas made Nuri feel as his eyes hugged and kissed her curves was insane.

“Come on and let me shake my face in that good ass pussy,” Silas commanded as Ball Greezy’s Freak Me Bae oozed through the surround sound.

Silas climbed into Nuri’s california king bed, and laid back as Nuri crawled in after him. Obliging his command, she straddled his face, and rested both her hands on the headboard.

“Damn baby,” Silas voiced, loving her scent, and the way her warm juices gushed into his face as if he’d bitten into a Georgia peach.

Nuri rode Silas’ tongue as he familiarized himself with every inch of her walls, and embedded himself in her soul, all while gripping her ass with one hand, and slowly slipping his finger into her ass hole with the other.

“Shittt, Si,” Nuri moaned, smothering his face even more with her pussy.

“Mhm,” Silas groaned, rotating between lapping her essence, and sucking on her clit just right.

“Shit, Si! I’m ‘bout to cum, oh my God!”

Silas stopped, but Nuri kept grinding, trying not to get frustrated.

“Say my fuckin’ name!” He growled, speaking into her pussy, his breath sending ripples through her entire body.

“Silas, baby. Please let me cum,” Nuri begged.

“Bounce that pussy on my tongue,” he told her, hardening his tongue. Silas slightly lifted Nuri in the air, then let go.

“Ohh, shit!” Nuri moaned.

“Mhm,” Silas hissed, burying his head deeper into her pussy.

“Ssss… yesss daddy. Right fucking there,” Nuri coached.

Silas got Nuri so high, not even the most expensive loud could compare.

Yet, somehow she managed to lift herself, and without permission; she slid down his pole—not once losing eye contact.

Rotating her hips round and round, up and down, in and out…

deep then shallow, slow then fast. Silas reached forward, caressing breast with one hand, then toyed with her clit with the other.

Nuri rode his dick like she loved him, and just like that, Nuri shifted without permission. He’d been fucking and loving her into a euphoric frenzy all of this time, but suddenly, the tables had changed and Silas was holding on by a thread.

“Fuck!” Silas groaned, unraveling right before Nuri’s eyes.

It was the power of the pussy… it made the strongest men weak, and Silas wasn’t the exception.

Nuri’s pussy was wild as fuck, and driving him insane.

“Pussy is fuckin’ Mine! You hear me, baby?

” he said, boring into her eyes, pumping upwards, meeting her movements with lethal strokes of his own.

“Yes!”

The second Nuri agreed, Silas caught a second wind, quickly flipping her over.

Nuri lay flat on her stomach, her legs slightly parted, and her face turned to the side.

Silas wrapped his hands around both her wrists tightly, then entered her slippery tunnel from behind.

He eased into her with strokes so slow… so soft, she was creaming on his dick within seconds.

But, Silas didn’t stop. He was like the energizer bunny.

He kept going.

Kept stroking.

He wasn’t fucking, he was ministering to her pussy.

Loving on her pussy the way that God ordained for a man to cultivate the body, mind, and spirit of his wife. She wasn’t that yet… not on paper, but the soul tie had been created, and in Silas’ mind; it was only a matter of time.

The pleasure had overtaken Nuri…Overwhelmed, and moved her to silent tears. He was so deep in her pussy, his semen became a healing ointment as he sprayed her womb with permanent traces of his DNA.

Now, as they lay body-to-body, Nuri snuggled in close while steadying her breathing, she rested her head just above his heartbeat.

“You heard from Ms. Nova?” Silas asked, his voice laced in humor as he combed his fingers through her long tresses.

Nuri smirked, already knowing where he was headed. “Her ass been M.I.A. ever since she and my dad linked back up,” she replied, giggling as her fingertip lazily traced circles around the tattoo inked across his chest.

Silas chuckled, that deep, sexy rumble that always stirred something inside her. “Shittt… sound ‘bout right. They probably somewhere catching up on all them years they lost.”

“They got decades of catching up to do, too.”