Page 10 of The Heart Of A Real Woman: Marilyn & Moses

As soon as we stepped inside, Mary took a shower to get the sand off her.

I went in next, taking a little longer than she did.

I remembered the days when I didn’t have hot water because my mama couldn’t pay the gas bill.

Even amid my current predicament, I felt grateful for this small moment of comfort.

When I came out of the restroom, I expected to see Mary dressed in the extra uniform she had stuffed in her backpack. But she was on the bed waiting for me instead, towel still draped around her, hair falling over her shoulders, legs wide open.

“Mary,” I called, pausing in my steps.

“Yeah?” she answered seductively.

“Where yo’ clothes at, baby?”

I ran my hand down my face, trying to control my hormones.

Normally, I could keep my cool around her.

I knew she was a virgin, and she had made it clear before that she wasn’t ready for sex.

She had it stuck in her head that she wanted to wait and make sure I was the one before she gave herself to me, and I respected that.

But right now, all I wanted was to be inside of her, and I hoped her actions meant she was finally ready for that.

“Still in my bag.”

“Why?”

“'Cause I don’t want them on me.”

“Why not?”

“'Cause I want you on me instead, Moses.”

“If I get on top of you, I’m going inside you, Mary.” I told her straight up, meaning every word. “I fear you ain’t truly ready for that, though.”

She nodded seriously. “I am ready.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.” She revealed a small bottle of KY Jelly from underneath the pillow, one I knew for a fact I hadn’t put there.

I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “Damn, where you get that from?”

“The store the other day. Katrina said it’ll help. I’m ready .” She reiterated.

Our moods shifted. My smile vanished, and so did hers. I could see the determination in her eyes. She was more than ready.

“Aight,” I headed her way, coming out of my shorts. Once I reached her, I gently parted her thighs and kissed both before positioning them around my waist.

“Mmmmmm,” Mary moaned as I leaned in, licking and sucking her neck.

I took my time with her, wanting to cater to her body before bringing her discomfort.

I kissed all over her pretty ass face and whispered my feelings in her ear.

Some shit I had never done. But it all made sense because I had never felt this way about another girl before.

She had a nigga wide open…had me wearing my heart on my sleeve.

“You my heart, you know that? My motivation. You breathe life into me, Shorty. I wake up every morning determined to get my shit together so I can do the same for you.”

“You already do breathe life into me, baby.”

“I love yo’ lil ass so much.” I said, staring down at her 5’6" frame as I wrapped my hand around her throat.

“I love you more.”

“Not more than I love you.” I gave her neck a squeeze.

Mary and I's vibe was on some next-level shit, way different from the childish ass relationships around us. I removed her towel, falling in love with the shape of her body all over again. The way she filled out her clothes was one thing, but seeing her bare was an entirely different experience.

I focused on her breasts, pushing them together before savoring both of her nipples. She had the prettiest titties I had ever seen. Not too big, not too small. Perky with large brown areolas. She took the opportunity to place a hand in my boxers, stroking me with the lubricant.

“You so big, baby,” she whispered, her eyes widening at the trace of my curve.

“Don’t get scared now.” I told her, reaching over to grab a condom from the nightstand. “It’s gonna hurt, but I promise to go slow, baby.”

I tore that muthafucka open and slid it on quick. I was anxious as fuck, craving to feel the depths of her.

“You worth the pain.” Mary reached down and spread extra lube over her pussy, then the condom, her fingers gliding slowly, making my dick twitch.

I stared at her, and in that moment, it hit me that I wanted to marry her one day. So, I voiced that shit while pressing my forehead into hers.

“You gon’ be my wife.”

She snickered between soft moans, like she didn’t believe me… like I was just talking shit in the heat of the moment. I made a mental note to check that later. But right now, I had one focus—getting inside her.

Slowly, I rubbed my head against her slick entrance, and the warmth and slickness of the KY drove us both insane. Even through the rubber, the sensation could be felt. When I finally eased into her, Mary’s laughter faded, replaced by a sharp breath as her body clung to mine.

“Fuck, baby,” I growled, my voice rough above her whimpers.

The feeling was indescribable. Her walls wrapped around me, welcoming me home and amplifying everything I felt for her.

I stroked her shallow at first, just my head working her open.

She sucked in air when I pushed a little further in.

I could tell it was a lot for her, so I held back, taking it slow.

Truth was, I didn’t even need to be balls deep.

She felt so fucking good that I could bust just feeling this little bit of her.

I paused several times, trying to keep my nut from exploding too soon and giving her a moment to breathe through the pain.

“Shhiiit,” I groaned, fighting for control. “I hope you know I was serious when I said I ain’t ever comin’ up off you.”

“I ain’t coming off you neither, baby.” She whispered, her nails dragging across the tattoos on my arms before sliding to my back. She traced the scars gently, then massaged them like she was trying to ease the pain that had lived there too long.

Heart full, I pushed in deeper, determined to claim every inch of her.

This was my pussy now, and I was set on being her first, last, and only.

Once I was fully inside, I paused, wanting to savor the moment.

We both did. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, but the love was still there, clear as day.

I gripped her ass, caught her bottom lip between my teeth, and started moving again.

Fully in control, I ground Mary up and down me, burying myself as deep as I could go.

Tears fell from her eyes as her breasts brushed against my chest. I could tell the pain was intense, but she was holding on just for me, and I appreciated her for that.

I couldn’t stop. Now that she had let me feel her, I needed her pussy like I needed air to breathe.

I kissed away every tear that rolled down her cheeks, and somehow, that made her cry even harder.

But it wasn’t from pain anymore. It was tears of joy, like she knew she’d made the right decision giving herself to me.

I felt it in the way she moved, how she intertwined her hand with mine…

how she kissed on my neck like she was worshiping me.

And I kissed her back just as beautifully, pressing my lips to the small dark acne scars on her chin like they were part of what made her perfect. Because in my eyes, they were.

I was a young nigga. I didn’t know shit about making love, but this moment schooled me hard. It taught me how to be passionate… how to take my time and cater to a woman’s body… to her mind…to her emotions. This moment turned me from a boy into a fucking man.

I pressed my forehead against hers and whispered how much I loved her… how bad I needed her in my life… how much it would kill me if she ever decided to walk away. I poured every emotion I had into each and every stroke.

Mary was inexperienced and couldn’t do much, yet she still had the best pussy I ever had. Eventually, the pain transformed into full-blown pleasure for her. With her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she moaned louder and started rotating her hips as she grew wetter.

“God, you feel so good… look so good.” She said, her voice soft and breathless. “You so handsome, baby.” She tugged at my wild hair. It hadn’t been braided in I don’t know how fucking long.

“I love you, Shorty,” I told her.

Mary made falling for her feel like breathing. Natural. Effortless. And it wasn’t just her beauty. Granted, she was fine as hell. But it was her big ass heart too. Shorty loved loud. Loved hard. She ain’t just show me what love looked like… she taught me how to feel it.

“I love you too.” She whispered.

She smelled so good that I couldn’t resist latching onto her neck as she tried fucking me back. I hoped she had some makeup with her because I was sure I would leave hickeys behind. I couldn’t control myself. She had a nigga completely raging.

“Ahhhhhhhh, what is happening to me?” Her eyes fluttered as she held her chest. “Uhhh…”

“You cummin’, baby.” I told her, feeling her pussy contract around me.

Moaning in unison, we kept at it until her juices drenched me. I wasn’t prepared for that shit either. Even with a life jacket on, I was drowning in her ocean. She made me cum hard.

Soon after, I washed both our bodies off, and we fell asleep with me holding her close. It wasn’t until harsh knocking at the hotel door that we were jolted awake.

I quickly sat up and checked the time. Both our eyes went wide. It was three hours past four. We had fucked around and overslept. I could tell from the window that the sun was low and setting. While Mary jumped up frantically, throwing on her clothes, I went to check the door.

When I opened it, I found an officer, the hotel clerk, Mary’s cousin, and an older man and woman standing there. Everything in my gut told me that was Mary’s parents and that Katrina had told them where we were. I was right.

“Is this him?” the older dark-skinned man asked, and Katrina nodded.

“Daddy?” Mary said, coming around the corner with wide eyes.

“My God, Mary. Get out here right now! Do you know how worried we’ve been about you? You never came home from school, and you weren’t answering your phone.” Her mother said.

“Mama, I’m so sorry. I was just out with a friend—”

“Friend?” Her pops interrupted.

“Yes, I’m eighteen. I should be able to—"

“What kind of friend has you laid up at a gotdamn hotel?” He cut her off. “No. I don’t want to hear that shit. This is not your friend.”

Mary grew quiet as her eyes cut over to mine.

“How old are you?” He turned to me, nose turned up.

“Nineteen,” I replied, trying to stay calm and understand where he was coming from. But the disgusted look he shot me had my temper flaring. It was as if the nigga was looking down on me… as if he smelled trash.

“I want to press charges.” He said to the officer.

“Daddy, what?! No!”

I swallowed hard, watching this shit unfold in disbelief. Just when things were going well, everything flipped. It felt like I couldn’t catch a break.

“Press charges for what exactly?” I asked.

“For having my daughter at a gotdamn hotel against her will. Arrest him for kidnapping, and if I find out you touched her, those charges will escalate to rape.”

I lost my fucking cool. “Nah, you got shit all wrong. I get you’re upset, but don’t lie on me. I didn’t kidnap her, and I damn sho didn’t rape her.” I said, which only seemed to fuel his anger.

“You lucky I don’t do more than that. I should break your fucking face.”

“You got me fucked up.”

“No, no! Officer, that’s not true. He didn’t kidnap me or rape me!” Mary shouted, tears streaming down her face as she tried to defend me.

“Mary, hush.” Her mother told her, pulling her towards the car.

“Alright, everyone, please remain calm. Mr. Richardson, could you please step over there with your family? I need to take his statement as well. Rest assured, if any crime has been committed, I will take appropriate action.”

After her mother finally got her father to back off, the officer officially introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m Officer Jenkins, badge number Mel-2245. I need to take your statement. First, could you please confirm your name and age for me?”

I just stared at the nigga. Where I came from, we didn’t talk to 5-0.

“Listen, I’m just trying to do my job here. If you refuse to talk, it will only make the situation worse.”

I nodded, blowing out a breath as I thought about my son. He needed me. “Moses Levi Mikaelson, and I’m 19.”

“Do you have any identification to verify that?”

I nodded and reached for my wallet, handing over my license, but my eyes never left Mary. By now, her father had noticed the hickies on her neck and was cussing her out. It took everything in me not to step in. I had to keep reminding myself that getting involved would only make things worse.

After he verified my name and age, Officer Jenkins inquired about my relationship with Mary and where all we had been that day.

As he took notes, I felt like I was walking on eggshells, unsure how this would unfold.

Fortunately, since Mary maintained that she hadn’t been kidnapped or raped and we were both of legal age, there wasn’t much the officer could do.

However, this outcome only infuriated Mr. Richardson further. That was the last day I saw Mary for quite some time. He forcibly put her in the car, ordering her never to see or speak to me again as if she were a fucking kid.

The next day, I tried calling her, but they had already changed her number.

I even stopped by Katrina’s place after some time had passed, hoping to catch her there.

But I learned that they had grounded her too, restricting her from going anywhere or doing anything.

I couldn’t even catch her at the library she normally went to near her school.

Quickly, our shit fell apart just as I had always feared it would, and it fucked me up. That was exactly what I had been trying to avoid.