“I love you so fucking much, Ni?a,” he gritted. Then I felt him breach me below, a pain striking, causing me to swing my legs to balance myself in a squatting position over him. “I swear, I’m going to bust my ass to make up for all that I fucked up between us.” With a firm grip on my bare waist under my coat, he pushes me down onto him. My head swings back in reaction to the discomfit. “Look at me!”
My eyes shoot open and focus in on the ardent expression he’s wearing. That quickly, I’m caught up in rapture with him. I take to his mouth, stirring my tongue, rubbing my lips greedily against his. I grind my hips atop his pelvis, filling myself full of Stenton. I can’t believe we’re creating this again…together. Fighting against the stubbornness of my walls, each time I push onto my feet and raise, drop my sex further down him, swallowing him, inch by inch. The pain is worth being with this man again, having him claim me again without the cloud of time over our heads. We can take our time, expressing our need of each other. I’m in no rush to end this, completely satisfied, discerning each sensation he stirs within my walls.
“Fuuuuck,” he cries out into my mouth.
Hearing him swear while inside of me, filling me, incites my plunges to a new speed. I rock harder, grip tighter, relishing in this connection with him. Stenton’s clutch on me is fierce, needy. Desperate. Urgent with his upward thrusts. His control is fleeting and I feel that familiar quickening only experienced with him.
“I’m not gonna be able to hold out. Come, Ni?a!”
Effortlessly he lifts and pulls me onto his lap and before I know it, my body trembles as my movements become artless and disjointed. Stenton grunts and chest jolts.
“I love…you! I…love you! I…love…you!” he chants in my ear repeatedly as he ascends.
All I can do is take all he gives as I hold him in my arms, anchoring myself during my own climax. We sit in that position, my face burrowed into his neck and his face in my hair, breathing violently into my scalp. I’m content. I’m in his arms, breathing again with Stenton. I don’t know how long we remain, it doesn’t matter for a while.
“Shit. JR,” Stenton whispers before jumping up with me still attached, I assume not wanting to be out in the open living room for Jordan to possibly stroll in, half asleep and find us.
He manages his pants and heads for the stairs and straight into his shower where I wash him from top to bottom, not being able to get enough of his chestnut skin and hard muscles. For a while we don’t speak. There’s no rush for words. We communicate through admiration of touch and the sounds produced from that.
Then I drag my eyes from his inked chest to gaze into his marbled orbs.
“We’re together,” I mutter.
“Forever,” Stenton qualifies.
I nod as I try to hide my grin.
“I’m serious, Zo. No more bullshit. I allowed too many years of it. It ended back in Jamaica.”
“I’m not questioning our status anymore.” I’m now drawing soapy S’s into his broad pecs.
“Then why the face?”
“Because I’m wondering if you’re going to restrain me tonight,” my chords tremble then my eyes slowly rise to meet his.
I feel a smack against my belly and look down to find Stenton’s thick appendage wedged between us.
I glance up amused. “My…my…my. I guess he comes alive at that mention.”
Studying my eyes, sans humor, he replies, “I haven’t had any gear here in years.”
“Did you get rid of it?” I try masking my disappointment.
“Kinda.”
“Kinda? What’s kinda? You were with Jen—” I hesitate, clear my throat, and then regroup. “Your last relationship was less than “years” ago. So this can’t be true.”