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I wasn’t expecting it, but I gladly welcomed it when she gripped my chin and lowered me to her for a kiss. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her closer and slipped my tongue into her mouth. The sweet sighs she released were like music to my ears. This girl was making a lover out of me.

“What was that for so I can make sure I do it again?” I asked, making her laugh.

“For being kind and a gentleman.” Neo gave me another kiss. “Caring and considerate.” And another one. “For just being you.” And another one.

“You gon’ run away from me when this is over?”

Her head shook softly as her hands slid down my chest. “I don’t intend to. But if I do… just pull me back.”

That was cool with me, because I had no problem chasing her and earning her… making sure she knew she was safe with me in all ways, not just physically.

We made our way outside, and it felt good as hell to feel the sun on my face, even though it was so cold. Building snowmen turned into a snowball fight, which led to us falling over onto each other and not being in a rush to get up. When we finally did, we went back inside, and I got us a pot of coffee going.

Once we were warmed up, we spent a little time apart which had become our routine, and it was one I appreciated. When we did come back into each other’s orb, it was to make chili on Facebook live. Innvy had tuned in, and she was with Bully, so we spent the bulk of the time talking to them. After we had dinner, the TV watched us as we talked about our flaws and fears.

“I wouldn’t think a man like you had fears,” she admitted, sipping her hot tea with a shot of whiskey.

“Fear is an emotion. We all have those.”

“That’s true.” A beat of silence passed before she asked, “What do you need from your life partner?”

“The fact that you said life partner instead of girlfriend is the biggest thing. A true partner, which in itself is a list of things.” She nodded her agreement. “Excitement, support, friendship, acceptance, appreciation, respect, trust, love.”

Neo chuckled. “Why is love last?”

“That’s what means the least to me,” I admitted. “I know it’s the opposite for you as a woman, but it means more to me that you respect and trust me than love me. I want to be loved, and I’ll honor it, but without that other stuff, it means nothing.”

“You’re right about that. I was so focused on Steven’s love that I didn’t pay attention to the fact that so many other things were missing from our relationship and him as a man. He didn’t respect me or the commitment we made. Being faithful wasn’t his desire nor was it in his character. That’s why there’s no part of me that feels like there was anything I did wrong to warrant that. It hurts, I ain’t gon’ lie, but I know that was a reflection of him… not me.”

“Hell yeah.” I agreed. “When a man is truly locked in, a woman shouldn’t even have the chance to get close enough to think she has an opening. It’s disrespectful to even flirt, to me, while you’re in a relationship. My woman gon’ always feel secure with me, and I ain’t lettin’ a woman on the outside make my woman question her place in my life. That’s why if you ever cheated on me, it better be with a nigga you don’t value ’cause his fade gettin’ slid back when I see ’im.”

“Whoa, wait.” Her hands lifted as she laughed like I was playing, but I was serious as a motherfucker. “That took a very violent and aggressive turn.”

“I’m a violent and aggressive nigga.”

Her constant giggle made me smile, no matter how much I needed her to understand I was serious. If she cheated on me, I’d handle her how I saw fit, but it was off with that nigga’s head. I’d hold her accountable because she let a man have access to what should have been reserved for me and me alone, but no man would be able to walk this earth and be able to say he had what belonged to me.

“I’m not your woman, so I don’t know why you made that personal and said if I cheat. I’m not a cheater, though, despite what our first kiss suggested.”

“I know you’re not. If it wasn’t me, it wouldn’t have happened. The fact that you went against your character to have me should prove to you even more what’s up between us. And you are my woman.”

“When did we establish this title?” she asked with a sexy, syrupy smile.

“Titles honor men, but they don’t really matter to me because I don’t need the validation. We locked in because you’ve honored and respected me without one. So you’re mine.”

Our eyes remained locked as she straddled me.

“Say it again,” she demanded, sliding her hand into my sweats.

“You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine?” Between her hand stroking my dick, her sexy voice, and hypnotic stare… all I could do was nod as I bit down on my lip. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Neo.”

With a moan, she placed my hands on her body, and that was all the invitation I needed to become one with her again. In the past, pussy was pussy. All it was to me, was a release. It didn’t rule me like most men who lacked discipline and control. There were other pleasures that I valued more. But Neo’s pussy? Neo’s pussy held power.

As she slid down on my dick, I had to keep her from moving so I wouldn’t cum immediately. It felt like I was back home after a long voyage, and I couldn’t rush this release.

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