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CHAPTER 20

Stephon

I lifted Jourdan’s garage and pulled in. I left the door open and the truck running because I didn’t expect to be here long. It was a little after ten. I entered, softly climbing the stairs, sure not to make a sound. The house was already dark, but I’d taken a mental inventory and memorized everything about Jourdan’s house. I even knew that the fifth step creaked, so I skipped it.

An hour ago, I had left my firm’s garage, where Trig, P, and I had cleaned up the basement. I showered and got into my empty bed, only to find myself throwing on a pair of basketball shorts and a tee and heading to get my wife.

My wife.

I couldn’t believe that she’d strong-armed the situation. I knew it was hard for her because it had been hard for me. The trust wasn’t quite there, but I would never give her any reason not to trust me. However, I wouldn’t want things to be any other way because I knew it would come eventually .

Once I reached the top of the stairs, I stood in the doorway. Jourdan was buried under the covers, her face illuminated only by the moonlight. I walked over to her and slid my hands underneath her knees and arms, lifting her covered body out of the bed bridal style.

The real reason why I longed for her to be beside me was that I had to touch her in some way. I hoped that my feelings about her flowed through the warmth of my hands or their caress. I wanted her to know, verbally and physically, that I couldn’t be without her even for one night. Every time I touched her, an electric current pulsed through my body that invigorated me, and it was addictive. I needed it; I needed her. As the bedding fell and before she reached my chest, her hand slipped under the pillow, grabbing her gun to point it at my chin. After realizing it was me, she dropped the weapon into her lap. I hadn’t even flinched.

“What are you doing, Stephon?”

“I’m taking you home where you belong, Baby. Did you really think I’d allow us to spend our first night married apart?”

“You can just sleep here,” she whispered.

“Shhhh. You're ruining the moment. I’m trying to be on some romantic kidnapping shit, and you’re talking about sleep here. Nah, I want you wrapped up in my sheets. I’ve been dreaming about it all day,” I said, kissing her forehead. She melted further into my arms.

“I thought only Rock did the kidnapping.”

“Yeah, I did that already, Baby. You see that big ass rock on your finger, don’t you? Kidnapping hearts and pussies. That’s what that shit represents. Her hand went back to her gun, where she wrapped her finger around the trigger and pressed it into my chest.

“Hearts and pussies?”

“Damn, Jourdan! You knew what I meant. Your heart and your pussy. Nobody but you,” I said, laughing.

“Oh, ok. Who said you had my heart?” She said, dropping her gun again and nestling back into my embrace.

“For you, I have all the time in the world to wait for it.” After our wedding, we spent hours at my mother’s house. She cooked us a traditional Puerto Rican meal to celebrate our nuptials. Because of that, I knew she was tired, but I wouldn’t negotiate with her. I placed her inside the truck and buckled her in. Just as quickly as I’d come, we were gone. Locking up, backing out of her garage, and returning to our house.

Our house.

I glanced over to see that Jourdan had fallen back to sleep. I would let her get her nap in because she would need it. I had every intention of consummating my marriage tonight. I drove swiftly through the streets with my mind on a million things. One of which was this up-and-coming trip to New York. I couldn’t understand why, in the past few years, we kept having to deal with shit like this. We’d been quiet and out of the way, but now it seemed like someone was trying us every time we turned around. The shit was tiring, and I was seriously thinking about being done with it all.

When I finally turned onto the street, I hit the garage button. I pulled right in, parked, opened the door, and scooped Jourdan up the same way I had when I went to get her. I gently carried her to bed before returning to close the house. Standing at the bathroom sink, washing my hands, I studied my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to see if there was anything different. There wasn’t, at least, nothing I could see on the outside. All the changes had taken place inside. I couldn’t help but think of how much peace I felt with her being here. It was wild how one day, I was fine dying alone, and the next, I felt like I couldn’t live without her.

Before heading upstairs, I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. Then, I turned right back around and got two Gatorades as well.

Gotta stay hydrated.

As I got closer to the bedroom, I heard the soft strums of a guitar. Jourdan admired the instrument while I stood inside the doorway. As long as she was happy, so was I.

“Is it tuned, right?”

“Yes, perfectly, and it’s beautiful. Thank you.” I’d seen that she had a guitar the Sunday after I let myself into her place. I was dying to know if she was any good. After I left, I bought her another one to have here. It was an all-black custom acoustic guitar with Mrs. Rockwell hand-painted underneath its coating. I’d only picked it up this afternoon after we’d separated from lunch. However, I’d ordered it with that inscription the day after I saw the one she already owned. Like her previous setup, I’d set it on a stand beside my window with a stool .

“You’re welcome, Beautiful. I showed you my hidden talent. Now show me yours,” I said as I sat on the side of the bed, urging her to play. She laughed.

“Is that what you’re calling eating me off the bone? She said, looking at me with a devilish smirk.

“Stop trying to get me to do it again and show me what you got, Baby,” I said, then winked and licked my lips.

“I haven’t played in a while; I may be a little rusty,” she said as she flicked the cords a few times, finding her strum. When she was content with the rhythm, she began.

“I am ready for love,” she sang, her guitar strums accompanying her. She was playing and singing India Arie. I was enamored as she got lost in her words. Her eyes closed, revealing her vulnerability. At the same time, I sat and got lost in her. I knew then that I would stop at nothing to make sure she was filled with nothing but light. If I had to take all her darkness or be that darkness for her, I would, undoubtedly.

After she was done, I stood, took the guitar, and set it back on its stand. I parted her legs as I stood between them. Then I slowly lifted her chin, bringing her mouth to mine. I pecked a few times before I swiped my tongue across her lips, seeking access. When she allowed, I took possession, deepening the kiss. I felt her soft hands slip underneath my shirt, scorching my skin.

“It’s not hiding, Baby. It’s right here,” I said as I scooped her up, where she wrapped her legs around me. I placed her on the bed where I’d wanted her all along. I pulled away, looking down at the fabric that had risen her thighs. I took my bottom lip into my mouth before I let my hands travel from her knees up her thighs until I reached her pussy. I let the back of my hand trail softly over it, pushing my middle finger between her plump lips to graze her clit. My finger softly teased until her breathing stalled and her skin filled with goosebumps. I continued pushing the fabric up her body, caressing her nipples on my ascent until I had her completely naked. Where her hands were already placed on my body, she did the same, trailing them up my chest and pulling my shirt up and over, tossing it to the floor.

I leaned in, biting her lip, then sucked it into my mouth before I licked and split the seams to suck in her tongue again. The kiss was nasty and increased my need and arousal. I let my tongue travel down her chin and neck, leaving a wet trail before sucking to leave my mark.

“Mmm,” she moaned, pushing her fingers through my hair.

“Take it out, Baby,” I urged. Her hands slid back down my chest and into the waistband of my shorts and boxers, pushing them down enough for my dick to get free. Then she wrapped her soft hands around me and slowly pumped before looking back up for more instruction. I put my hands over hers as she guided them up and down my shaft before I stopped her, tossing her to the center of the bed. I eased out of the rest of my clothes and met her in the center of the bed, hovering over her body. She instinctively opened her legs to receive me.

“Put it in for me,” I said, watching as she guided me to her entrance. With just the tip, I felt she was already soaked for me. I pushed in, feeling her tightness stretch around me. As I rested there, feeling her throbbing heat, I tried to gain my composure. I started to move slowly. Leaning over to her hardened nipples, I darted my tongue out and flicked it slowly before circling and sucking it into my mouth. When I let go, I admired the sheen and blew. She arched her back, pressing more of her breast into my mouth before I licked over to the other to do the same, all while I pumped into her. Being inside her was taking me to another place. A place that heightened all my senses and felt superior to any experience I’ve ever had.

“Stephon, you feel so good. I feel you all over me,” she sexily whined. I let her sexy mewl filter into my head, and then I proceeded to ruin her like she was ruining me. I spread her wide and placed her leg on my shoulder, steadily rocking and dipping into her pussy. I was deep inside her at this angle, making sure she felt every ridge and vein that she was causing to expand. She’d started to squirm, but I wouldn’t let up. I wanted her to make a mess all over me. I made sure to repeatedly hit the same spot over and over until her eyes began to close. Still stroking her, I reached under her leg to grab her throat.

“Look at me. That’s the only way I want you to feel when I’m inside you, Baby. So, show me how good I make you feel by cumming all over your dick.” I leaned forward, continuing my stroke, going in and out and filling her each time. I looked down to see my dick coated in her slickness as she became wetter with each deep thrust.

“Mmmmmhhh,” she moaned as she came hard, spasming around me .

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” I said as I stroked methodically to extend her orgasm.

“I can’t take it like this, Stephon,” she breathily moaned.

“You are, though, Baby. Look how greedy she is for me, taking me in, mmmh,” I moaned. I dropped her leg to flip her over.

“Put that ass in the air for me.” She followed my command by getting on all fours and arching her back perfectly.

“Shit,” I moaned as I dove back in. I increased my pace, getting more and more turned on by the ripple of her ass each time I reached her depths.

“Mmmhmm, stay just like that. You got my dick so wet, Baby.” I reached down and grabbed her neck, pulling her back into my body while I gave her relentless strokes.

“Who gone fuck you like me, huh? Made me wait all day to get this good ass pussy in my bed.”

“Aaaaahhhhh, nobody but you,” she cried out.

“You, sure?”

“Yeeess, I’m sure.”

“I know because that ring on your finger said it’s mine. Now, let it go for me. All of it, right fucking now,” I said, letting my breath tickle the side of her neck before I flattened my tongue to it and sucked.

“Stephon,” She screamed as she squirted down my legs. Her body fell to the bed, but I hadn’t pulled away. She was spent, but I wasn’t done. Pushing her legs together, I slowed down, grinding into her pussy. I wanted to get lost in it, in her .

“You’re it for me, Jourdan. Te amo hermosa. I’m ready for your love. All you have to do is give it to me. Mmmmh. You hear me, Baby?” I moaned into her ear as I gave her deep, slow strokes.

“Stephon,” she moaned as the tears rolled from her eyes.

“I got you, Baby. Let it go and cum with me,” I said as I felt her tighten around me more than she already was. When she started to come again, I did the same, growling out and releasing everything I had into her. I rolled off of her and gathered her into my arms. I wiped the remnants of her tears before kissing every place they had fallen.

“Hey, you want your Gatorade now or later?”

“What?... You brought Gatorades up here?

“Why are you acting so surprised? We’re married now, Baby; I ain’t letting up. You'll need those electrolytes because I’ve got at least one more round in me.” I said as I stood to get the drinks.

“Go ahead and drink that down so I can drink it right back out of you.” I finished mine before climbing back in bed and settling between her legs. I could feel myself rising at the feel of her body underneath me. I kissed her lips seductively and bit them gently, tugging them into my mouth. After I let my tongue explore her mouth, I traveled down her neck, sucking as I went while I sunk inside her again. She was ready for more, no matter how many times I filled her up, and I planned to fill every inch of her until we both tapped out. I flipped us over, putting her in a position to have her way with me. She slowly started to grind on my dick before lifting to the tip and sinking back down.

“Stephon,” she moaned .

“Shit. Mmmm. Yeah, Baby?”

“Your favorite color is black,” she said softly. I lifted her face to look into her eyes. We were communicating things that neither of us would say tonight, so I kissed her deeply to express my feelings.

“Tell me what else you know about me,” I said as I sat up and started to pump into her center from underneath.

“Your favorite meal is the Chicken Marsala from Two’s,” she whined as she rode, and I stroked up. We fucked each other until we brought each other to ecstasy again. We both fell apart, fully satiated and breathing wildly.

“Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed. Our flight leaves tomorrow afternoon,” I finally said. I changed the sheets while she started the shower. Jourdan was mine forever.

Shout out, my nigga Kenny.