Page 61 of Mister President

“It’s nice being able to talk to you more.”

“Yeah, I can talk. I love to talk. I’m the talkingest damn thing you ever saw,” I said, quotingShrekand making us both laugh. “But seriously, there’s so much I wanted to say to you but…and I know you get tired of hearing this…Mama had me convinced men didn’t like to talk or care. Not when it came down to personal things about me and my feelings, you know?”

“Some men don’t if they don’t care about a woman…,but I care about you. And I love talking to you. Men are about action, but some of us actually like having stimulating conversation. It’s attractive being able to do more than fuck and feed a woman, though I love doing both to and with you.”

Even with us taking things slow, I missed his dick too. That caused me to pull him up my body. Our tongues tangled and hands drew maps along the other’s body. There was no need. We’d already learned each other’s maps, discovered uncharted land, and claimed the territory of our bodies.

Our clothes were discarded, and we joined as one with an urgency that sizzled into a slow session of missionary lovemaking. Constant kisses and eye contact reminded me of why this, why my connection with him, was different. He placed kisses all over my face that made my body shiver. As he licked and sucked my nipples, my back arched as I matched his strokes.

“How does it feel to be home?” I asked through trembling lips, causing him to look up at me.

“Exactly like where I belong.”

That Sunday

Any other time,I would have loved being out with my girls. We were at my favorite club, the drinks were flowing, but all I wanted to do was go back to Elias. He was out with his guys, and that was the only reason I’d gone out tonight.

I loved dancing, partying, and traveling, and I loved those things more when I got to do them with Elias. It was taking everything inside of me not to send him my location and tell him to pull up. Tamar would have been on my ass about ruining girls’night, so I counted down the minutes until we’d be back together again.

While I wouldn’t say I was playing hard to get, whatever the hell I was doing, I believed Elias found it entertaining. My mind took me back to last night before he left my place.

“What you doing tomorrow?” he asked, pressing his body against mine. His hand wrapped around the front of my neck, and he tilted my head.

Gripping the edge of the sink, I bit my bottom lip as I moaned.

“Bae.” His breath against my ear as he spoke made my pussy throb.

“Hmm?”

“I said what you doing tomorrow?”

“Going out with the girls.”

“Are you going to be on your best behavior?” His grip around my neck tightened. “You not gon’ be out there acting like you single, right?”

“What will be my punishment if I do?”

“Your reward will be better if you don’t.” His hand slid down my stomach and cupped my pussy through my panties. “We look so good together, don’t we?”

I looked at our reflection in the mirror. We did look good together, and we’d created the most handsome son too.

“Yes, baby. We do.”

I was about to turn in his arms, but he kept me there.

“Unh uh. Stay your sexy ass just like that. I wanna see you see me fuck you.”

“Umm, hello?” Tamar’s snapping fingers brought me back to the present moment.

“Y-yeah?” I stuttered and cleared my throat.

“What the hell you over there thinking about?” Felicity asked.

For a moment, I considered actually coming clean. It was easy for me to talk about the bad things, but now that things were good between us, I hesitated.

“This isn’t the kind of conversation you have in a club, yelling over music,” I said with a chuckle. “But I was thinking about my day and night with Elias.”

“Ooh, is that happening again, or y’all back to fucking?” Felicity asked.

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