Page 13 of The Heart Of A Real Woman: Marilyn & Moses

Present Day.

Marilyn

The jet was mostly quiet, only the steady hum of the engine breaking the silence. I stared out the window, lost in my thoughts. By now, I’d calmed down and was trying to figure out where Moses might be taking me.

We’d been together for ten years, four of them spent traveling the globe during summers and spring breaks.

Those were the golden days. Back when he finally made it and could afford to take me anywhere my heart desired.

Before the miscommunications piled up. Before the storm of my depression settled in, and our marriage started taking hit after hit.

“Can I get you anything to drink or snack on, Mrs. Mikaelson?” our flight attendant, Charlotte, asked with a smile, pulling me out of my head.

“Yes, a bottle of water and a bag of Lay’s Classic will do, Char. Thank you. And can you prepare the quarters for me afterwards? I’m exhausted and would like to take a nap.” I told her, finally giving in.

If I was stuck here, I might as well get some rest. We’d taken off over an hour ago, far away from home. There was no use in crying over spilled milk.

“Of course. I’ll take care of it.”

While Charlotte moved to the back, I used the in-flight WiFi to text my mama an update, letting her know I was okay and that I’d call once we landed.

I didn’t want her waiting up and worried about my return.

We messaged back and forth for a bit. She just wanted to be sure I didn’t feel pressured into going on this trip.

And I did, but of course, I wasn’t about to tell her that.

Unlike my father, she was long past the stage of fighting me about Moses.

According to her, I was grown, and he was my husband.

So, she chose to support whatever decisions I made about my marriage.

All she wanted was for me to be safe and happy.

Her and Moses’s relationship wasn’t perfect as she didn’t agree with his lifestyle.

However, she respected the fact that he had always taken great care of me.

Once our conversation wrapped up, I grabbed my Birkin and stood.

As I started making my way to the back, Moses set down the glass he’d been sipping from and stood up too, ready to follow.

But I pressed my hand to his chest, stopping him.

I wasn’t as hostile as earlier. No. I was too drained for that.

He had worn the fight right out of me. Still, I was firm when I said,

“Do not follow me.”

“Why not, baby? A nigga ain’t been next to you in I don’t know how long.”

“Your fault. Not mine.” I looked up at him and frowned in disappointment.

He sighed. “I’m tryna fix it, Mary. I love you more than anything on this fucking planet, you know that, right?”

Ignoring his drunk ass, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.

In the private quarters, I locked the door and turned on the small speaker Charlotte had set up beside the bed, along with my water and chips.

When I was sure Moses wasn’t coming in, I stripped down and changed into a t-shirt and leggings I kept on board.

The last thing I wanted was for him to see me naked.

I climbed into the snug bed, curled up, and stared at the ring I had just pulled from my purse, and the tears came fast. I vividly remember the day Moses asked me to marry him.

It wasn’t with the 15-carat emerald-cut ring I’d left back at home.

It was with this one, and this Walmart ring had meant just as much to me as the other one does now. So much so that I kept it close.

It was a week after I left my parents' home to be with him. The very day I was supposed to start at Penn State. I couldn’t go because, without my father’s support, I couldn’t afford it.

Moses just wanted to make me feel good, to reassure me that everything would be okay despite the changes I was facing.

He wanted me to feel secure during a time when I felt anything but.

He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

He also laid out a plan. Start at Melrose Community College and transition to a university once he could support it financially.

And we followed that plan. He held it down while I got both my degrees.

That’s exactly why I used them muthafuckas to keep him out of trouble.

I never admitted that to him, but I knew he caught on eventually.

I cried hard, torn up by the war inside me.

One second, I was at peace with walking away.

The next, I couldn’t imagine life without Moses.

He’d been so good to me for so long. Letting go of ten years felt like a nightmare.

All the love we had made…all those memories.

We’d built something real. Something special. Something deep.

Mentally and emotionally drained, I turned off the lamp, hoping to relax. And before I knew it, my tears had carried me off to sleep.

∞∞∞

Thirty minutes later, I blinked my eyes open to Mariah the Scientist playing low through the speakers, and Moses’s head buried between my thighs. It was too dark to see him, but I damn sure felt him...smelled him. His Tom Ford cologne lit up the small space, rich and unmistakable.

“Don't you know them cars outside just a plus?

Don't you know the love that you give, that's enough for me?

Don't hold back, put yo' trust in me.

Look in my eyes, say it's just for me.”

“Sss, stop it. Get your ass out of here. I locked the door for a reason.” I said, trying to push his head back. Yet my stomach was twisting with pleasure.

“Nah, baby. I miss you, and I can’t let you be.” He spoke into my pussy like he belonged there. “I been loving yo’ ass since I was nineteen, and I can’t stop just ’cause you mad and want me to.”

I opened my mouth to tell him to get the fuck up again, but all that slipped out was a soft moan. “Ohh…”

The tip of Moses’s tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around my clit before his head twisted from side to side, kissing it hungrily. He then dipped lower and sucked on my lips like he was savoring a ripe, juicy peach.

“Ahhhhh,” I couldn’t hold it in as his tongue teased my entrance.

Moses did not rush. No. He dragged out the pleasure like he had all the time in the world to make me unravel.

He didn’t just eat my pussy. He worshipped it.

He was fluent in every flick, suck, and swirl that could break me apart.

I couldn’t help myself. My hips rolled up into his face on instinct, chasing more, chasing him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to speak.

“Still remember the first time I tasted you and you tasted me. You remember that shit? It was the night you left yo’ people home to be wit’ me. That’s when you really loved a nigga, Mary. You would do anything for me.”

He dove back in, and my whole back came off the bed, minor volts of lightning shooting through my entire body.

I cried out in pure pleasure as I reluctantly held the back of his head, squeezing.

That’s when I realized the nigga had brought along my ring and put it back on my finger. The diamonds were heavy.

“Tell me you remember, baby.”

I stayed quiet, mad as hell that he still had this kind of hold on me.

That he could make me feel so damn good when I didn’t want him to.

But deep down, I remembered everything. Every moment we ever shared.

Especially the night I learned how to suck his dick.

And I also recalled happily doing it throughout the night once I got the hang of it.

As his tongue traveled down to my ass, I began to rub on Moses’s upper back, gently following the letters of our names intertwined in the design.

He was a gift that kept on giving back then.

He had gotten that tattoo on my 19 th birthday.

It boldly declared, “Marilyn he was pleading for my forgiveness with each thrust. His large hand curled around my throat, firm but careful, like he knew he held something sacred.

When he began to fuck me harder, my body betrayed me in the worst way, responding with a sharp moan and trembling thighs. Pure ecstasy. Wetness poured from me, loud and messy, soaking us both. I felt it dripping down the crack of my ass. It was nasty and beautiful and…ours.

“You so fucking wet,” Moses growled in my ear, tightening his grip around my throat. “I missed this pussy, baby. I missed you. You my mu’fuckin’ heart. I love you, Mary. A nigga can’t be without you.”

“S… stopppp,” I whimpered, overwhelmed.

His voice sounded too damn good.

His dick felt even better.

“Fuck no. I can’t stop. You feel too good.” He said, breathing heavy against my lips. “I don’t feel good to you, baby?”

Pitifully, I nodded.

I couldn’t deny it.

Couldn’t deny him.

The way Moses moved inside me was unreal. Every stroke felt like heaven crashing into my body. All I could do was moan his name, loud as hell. So loud that I was sure the pilot and attendants heard me.

Eventually, he shut me up with a deep, greedy kiss. Our tongues tangled first, slow and messy, then he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard. The harder he sucked, the harder he stroked. And that mix right there? Had me ready to cum all over his dick.

“Ahhhhh, Mosessssss.”