Page 17 of The Heart Of A Real Woman: Marilyn & Moses
And I did too.
In one swift motion, I gripped her thighs and lifted her out of the jacuzzi, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. Water streamed off her body, trailing down my arms as I lay her down on the cabana bed just a few feet away.
The fabric stuck to her wet skin, and her hair fanned out.
Candlelight flickered around the drapes, casting a soft glow.
She looked like a fucking goddess, turning me on even more.
I spread her legs as wide as they could go and slid back inside her, slow and deep.
“Shit, baby,” I groaned, head spinning. She was soaked for me, pulling me in with a deadly grip.
I rocked into her, dragging every stroke to the root before pulling back just enough to make her whimper. I didn’t rush it. I wanted her to feel all 9.5 inches of me. I wanted to hear that breath hitch in her throat every time I bottomed out.
As a result, Mary’s nails clawed at my back as her pretty pink toes curled in the air.
I leaned down, kissed her neck, then trailed my tongue down to her breasts.
I sucked on her nipples, one at a time, while still grinding into her slowly, letting her feel my weight, my heat, my need.
The look on her face told me she missed this shit too.
“You feel that, baby?” I whispered against her skin.
“Yeah… your dick feels so good, baby. Goodness.” A lone tear slipped from her eye.
“Ain’t nobody ever gon’ love you like me…make your body feel like this. I saw the way your lawyer looks at you. Him or any other nigga could never be me, baby. Because I was made for you.”
And I meant every word. It wasn’t cockiness.
It was confidence. I knew, deep in my bones, I had been designed for Mary.
For her mind, her body, her soul. Everything in me aligned with everything she was.
That is why no one could ever fuck with my energy when it came to her.
No nigga could love her the way I did. Not even close.
I grew up with this woman. I loved her fully.
Loudly. Silently. In every version of herself. Broken. Healed. Unsure. Whole.
Mary tried to defend that nigga because she knew I would kill him if she confirmed.
But I cut her short, hooking one of her thighs over my shoulder and pounding into her deeper.
The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans quickly.
Turning shit up a notch, I brought my thumb down to her clit and circled it slowly while I stroked.
And she instantly became undone beneath me.
Her body jerked, her breathing turned to cries, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, sweat dripping from my temple onto her chest. “Let that shit go.”
Mary’s body trembled as she came hard, and her pussy gripped me so tight I nearly lost it. But I held on, slowing my pace just to make the pleasure last. I kissed her lips, then her cheeks, then back to her neck, savoring her.
“I love you, Mary.” I French kissed her scars.
“I love you more.”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, baby. Always been yours. My first. My last. My only .”
“Fuckin’ right.”
That was all I needed. I had her now. She was for sure coming back home with me. But home wasn’t just a place.
It was this.
It was us .
Hearing Mary affirm what I already knew ignited something deep within me. I was the only nigga to ever touch her, and perhaps that’s why I was so fucking crazy about her. That, and the fact that she was just her. Beautiful. Smart. Nurturing. Strong.
I pulled back just enough to look down between us.
Her brown skin stood out against the white bedding, glowing beneath the soft lights.
Her pussy was glistening, stretched tight around me.
She effortlessly swallowed me whole, over and over.
That sight? That shit did something to me. Always had. Always would.
“Damn,” I panted, barely able to think straight. “Look at how you take this dick. Been with you all these years, and the view never gets old, baby.”
“Uhhh,” she gasped, mouth open, eyes rolled back. “I missed youuuuu.”
“I missed you too,” I breathed, lowering my body onto hers, letting her ride that high until she came down from it.
Then I gently flipped her over, being careful not to put too much pressure on her body.
I had to protect her and my baby growing inside her.
She reached up and gripped the backrest, steadying herself as I slid back in from behind.
I grabbed her hips, stroking slow at first, then faster, letting the rhythm build.
“God, baby… ahhhhhhhh,” she whimpered, looking back at me while throwing her ass in a circle. “You feel so, so good.”
“So why the fuck you was tryna keep this cat away from me then?” I asked, slapping her ass.
That question held more weight than just the last three months.
For over a year and a half, I’d been fighting just to touch Mary…
to feel her like this. And when I did, she gave me nothing.
Quick fucks, turned her head, like she wasn’t all the way present.
That shit crushed my ego more than I ever let her know.
“Told you I was going through a lot, baby. It was me. Not you.” She moaned out, breath catching between strokes.
I reached around and wrapped my hand around her throat. Not rough. Just enough to ground her. That’s when I felt it. Her tears.
“Say, baby,” I said, pulling her up so the back of her head touched my chest. “You perfect to me. I love you. I put no one above you.”
I let my hand drift from her throat to her breasts, massaging both gently.
Her skin was warm by now. Her nipples were hard beneath my fingertips.
I moved slower, more deliberate, like I was rediscovering every inch of her.
Then I traced down to her belly, my palm gliding over the soft curve…
our curve. The proof of our love. The proof of the life we created together despite the odds stacked against us.
I leaned in close, growling into Mary’s ear, and just like that, her pussy rained on me like clockwork. As her cum dripped down her thigh, she reached behind her, planting one hand firmly on my ass, urging me to let go too. And I did, filling my pussy to fucking brim.