Page 11 of Pulse of True Soulmates

Aeon was something special, and it was crazy that she didn’t know it. We’d talked every day since we met, and it was cool. I wasn’t that type who sat up to cake on the phone. She was just so easy to talk to.

I learned a lot about her from those conversations.

A nigga had his notes app up taking notes so that I didn’t forget.

My father taught me that relationships were work.

In work meetings, you took notes until you understood something fully or it was committed to memory.

The same could be true in a relationship.

At my age, I didn’t have the time to play with these bitches.

I was looking for my wife. I wanted the babies, the house, the dog, all that shit.

My parents got married three months after they met each other.

Now, I didn’t plan to do that, but I planned to find my forever and lock her in to lead to that.

I knew that I liked Aeon after our first full conversation.

I knew that she was mine when I called her and she sounded off.

We hadn’t known each other for long, but we’d talked enough that I could firmly say that I knew her.

When I told her about our date and she realized it was a Mrs. Carter concert, I expected her to scream, shout, or something.

I knew how much Aeon liked—no, she loved Mrs. Carter.

So when she barely gave me any reaction, I knew something was up.

I was at my parents’ house when I called her.

Immediately after I got off the phone, my spirit was bothered.

My father knew what was up, and I didn’t even have to say anything to him.

My expression, spirit, and soul were off kilter because I knew something was wrong but not what was wrong.

My father looked at me and said four words that had me make moves. ‘Son, go to her.’

My heart broke when I got to her house and walked through it.

It was like organized chaos there. The fact that she was in a relationship with that fuck ass white boy for as long as she was and said that he’d never done something as simple as clean her house was crazy.

My flabber was gasted. He could have hired a housekeeper if he didn’t want to do it himself. Date outside of your race, they said .

I loved her in my space when I was at the shop doing my work.

We didn’t have to talk; I just wanted her near me.

Now, Midnite’s uppity ass was about to get kicked.

When Aeon told me that he refused to lie on the floor without a pillow unless she was in a crisis, I thought she was bullshitting until I saw his ass really not lie down.

When she reclined in the chair and his ass climbed on it between her legs then lay down, I was done.

I bought him a pillow, so now he had one at the shop when he came back.

Date night was a success. That was evident by my dick at the back of my girl’s mouth. “I’m about to cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The way my nut shot out of my dick was almost painful.

Aeon gobbled up my dick like it was Thanks-fuckin-giving, and I damn sure was thankful.

I had to give myself a moment because a nigga was lightheaded.

Is this how my baby feels with her POTS?

Her arms wrapped around my waist helped me get it together.

When I gazed down at her, she wore this innocent expression like she didn’t just win a dick suck-a-thon.

My dick was already brick hard again. The side of my bent finger lifted her chin to give me more access to her lips.

The passion in our kiss was deep as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Her neck extended back allowing my tongue to trace her collar up to behind her ear.

I pulled away, then asked, “Are you good?”

She gave me a devious smile. “Yes, I’m great. Thank you for asking.”

At dinner, we talked about an array of things.

One of those topics was things that triggered her to have a POTS episode.

In that conversation, I learned that she had to be careful with the temperature of the water when she showered.

The temperature in her shower was regulated by the showerhead that she had.

I was worried because mine wasn’t, but I’d have it by the next time she came over.

“Tell me if you’re not okay. I’m about to fuck the shit out of you. ”

“Please fuck the shit out of me,” she requested. The want in her tone had my dick about to burst. Her body felt good against mine.

Our places switched when I turned our bodies around.

She had already gotten on her knees. Now it was time for me to get on mine.

My lips went back to her extended neck. They worked their way down her body.

When I got down to the prize, I lifted her leg and put it over my shoulder.

My hands reached up to use her breasts to anchor me, then my mouth went to work.

“Deck, oh God!” Her hand gripped my locs and pressed my head in so hard you would have thought that she was trying to put my head inside her pussy. “Right there! Yes, right fucking there!” Her pussy soaked my beard. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm.

I kissed back up her body until I got to her lips. Her breathing was rapid, and that worried me. I wanted to make sure she was safe, but I didn’t want to fuck up the vibe. “You want this dick?” After she told me yes, I picked her up. I kissed her as I walked us out of the shower.

With wet bodies, I still laid her back on the bed. She lifted a leg. “Put it in, Deck,” she begged.

I’d never make her beg too long. We’d already exchanged STD results from the testing we agreed to do, and she’d taken the initiative to get on birth control.

I was ready to go bareback, balls deep in the pussy.

I lined myself up to ease in her, but it damn sure wasn’t an ease.

My baby was tight as fuck. “Damn, Aeon, you’re tight as fuck. ”

She moaned as I worked my dick in and out of her. “Deck, Deck, wait. You’re so big.”

“You better take this dick. You said you wanted to fuck and suck. We’re at the fuck part of this programming.

” Her pussy released around my dick. Yeah, she likes when I talk that shit.

“You gonna fuck me back, Aeon, or you just want me to fuck you? You said that you wanted to fuck and suck, so I wanna know. You wanna fuck me?”

The longing in her voice couldn’t be ignored nor could the desire in her eyes.

“I’m going to fuck . . . oh my God!” The increased grip and saturation of her pussy let me know that I’d hit a spot that I would tap on more often.

Let me stick a dick pin there. Once she got herself together, she tried to answer again. “I’m going to fuck you.”

When her hands pushed against my chest, I pulled out and lay on the bed next to her.

My intense stare stayed on her as she stood over me on the bed.

With her feet flat, she lowered herself, aligned my dick to her opening, and slid down my shaft until she hit the base.

My hands flew to her hips. “Fuck, Aeon!” Her pussy activated a pulsating vice grip. She’s trying to make me her bitch.

With a tilted head, she asked, “Am I fucking you now, Deck? Huh, is this fucking you?” Her face held determination and pleasure. She liked to talk her shit too.

I gripped her hips, then thrusted upward into her.

“Yeah, you’re fucking me, and I’m fucking you right back.

” I took a hand to grip her neck to pull her down to me for a kiss.

I smacked her ass when she stopped bouncing.

I spoke against her lips. “I didn’t tell you to stop bouncing. Bounce that ass.”

She was excellent at obeying demands. For the rest of the night, we explored each other’s bodies while we learned the sexual limitation of her conditions.

There was an increased risk of fainting or dizziness during sexual activity due to the change in blood pressure.

We found that out during our second session when I was tearing her pussy up from the back.

She became lightheaded, so we had to take a break.

I saw the discouragement on her face when it happened.

There was an insecurity there that I would need to work out of her.

I had no issues with working out any insecurity that she had, because she was my person.

It was all about flexibility and adaptability.

For the rough from the back, riding, and shit like that, we needed to make those types of sessions quickies.

For the more sensual sessions, we could take our time because there were moments of stillness to allow her heart rate to level out.

There was nothing outside of cheating or some sort of betrayal that would put me in harm’s way that could pull me off Aeon. I needed her to know that.

A SHORT TIME LATER . . .

“Why are you over here bothering me? Where is my daughta and fur daughta?” My mother was clearly annoyed with me. It was like she forgot I was her son and Aeon was my girl. If I came over here without my baby, she seemed disappointed.

My daddy shook his head. “Don’t do my boy like that, Cetta. The minute he stops coming by here, your ass going to be crying about missing your baby boy.” My father fussed at her from his recliner in the den.

“Hush, Senior. My baby knows I’m joking with him,” my mother said with softened eyes. She snapped her neck in my direction where I sat on the couch. “He better not stop coming over here. I’ll show up at his tattoo shop and toss everything around before I get a tat myself.”

I laughed at my mama. “Here you go with this tattoo business. Dad, at this point, y’all should just come in and get matching tats.”