Page 18 of Choosing the Chief

Idrink in Maya’s body from the tip of her toes to the top of the gorgeous head that is adorned by the tiara I gave her. She is completely naked. She is completely mine. She is walking toward me as I lean up against the sink waiting for the water to fill the tub. Steam flows through the room and all around us. Her eyes are locked into my desire. All of a sudden, I can’t remember why I thought this bath was necessary. I need to dive into her immediately. I walk to the tub and cut the water off. I turn and stand directly in front of her. In one motion she is in my arms. A few short moments later, she is lying beneath me on the bed. I nuzzle my head into her navel and slowly kiss up her stomach. I lace kisses all over her upper body before pausing at her lips and catching a glimpse of her enticing face. Her lips are fixed in a smirk.

“I thought you were in the throes of ecstasy, and you’re laughing at me!”

She giggles. “I was! But you stopped kissing me…what happened to our bath, sir?”

I playfully lick the side of her face. “I figure I should get you plenty dirty before I bathe you. Don’t you agree?

She licks the side of my neck. “Allow me. I think it’s time I dirty the prince. Now, stand up in front of the bed. I want to kneel and worship the part of you that makes you a man.”

“Oh OK, I see. Now that you have a crown, you think you’re in control.” I lift off of her and stand beside the bed. When I see her sit up on her elbows, I stretch my naked body and give her a show. When I look at her, she is licking her lips. She slowly moves off the bed and stands in front of me. She adjusts her tiara and drops to her knees.

She takes my stiff rod by the base and slowly begins to pump him to full attention. Then her tongue teases my tip before she devours me whole. I gasp at the sensation, willing myself to breathe. “Your mouth is perfect.” I caress her scalp as I hold her hair back to give her free reign. She takes it. She slides her mouth up and down on my dick until I’m ready to explode. I try to pull her off. “I’m going to come.” But she doesn’t stop her campaign. Instead she continues.I don’t want to come in her mouth…I want to be inside of her.

“Up!” I command as I gently pull her head away from me. I gently lift her and lay her on the bed. I join her and straddle her thighs, admiring God’s work. Maya is a beautiful woman. I can stare at her for hours and study all of the small movements and details others take for granted. Sometimes I get lost poring over the intimate details that compose her elegance.

“Adom, where did you go, baby? What are you looking at?”

I lean down and kiss her passionately. When we come up for air, I speak. “I’m studying perfection. Do you ever stop and stare at yourself? If not, you should start. You will learn a lot about God’s perfect design and plan looking in your eyes. When I stare at you, I get all of life’s answers.”

I watch a tear fall from the corner of her eye. “No one has ever talked to me like this before. Why do you think I’m so perfect? I’m a mess.”

“Yes…you are a beautiful, true, and perfect mess, princess.” I slowly enter her and rock back and forth on her body. I do not want to disconnect, but then I remember we have not talked about protection. I pull out and kiss her lips as she whimpers.

“Maya, do we need a condom? I’m safe. Plus, I haven’t had sex since your accident and you moving in with me.”

“I’m clean too, and on birth control.…now let’s do this!”

I smile and kiss her face, her neck, her shoulders, any surface my mouth can get to while my cock continues to whisper sweet nothings to her body. When I feel the first familiar tremble, I grab her hips and roll her on top of me.

“Maya, take control. Take control of your release now. You have all the power. Take what you need from me.” She makes a loud moan that starts at the back of her throat and ends as a song when it leaves her lips. She moves in circles and rides me for all I’m worth. She bucks us to paradise and shakes off her tiara. It hits the floor with a soft clatter, but neither of us care. She comes hard and slowly on top of me. I join her and forget about everything except the two of us in this moment. She stays connected to me and lies down on my chest.

“Adom, I want to stay like this forever. This is the safest place on Earth. No night terrors, no car accidents, no abandonment. There is only you and me. You’ve saved my life.”

Did I really save her life, or did she save mine?Maya doesn’t know that she heals my hurts as much as I heal hers. How could she know? I never share my hurts. The childhood trauma of a negligent mother and an absent father. The forgotten memories of a grandfather who called me bastard every day of my life, blaming me for his favorite daughter’s death. No, she will never know. No one will. I can’t be her strength if I need her as reinforcement.

“Maya, I am going to ask you something. I need you to answer completely and honestly.” She nods in agreement. Before I proceed, I gently lift her off me and kiss her forehead. I place her beside me and spoon her close from behind.

“Before I left for Ghana, your night terrors were about your childhood. You call for your mother often. What are you remembering in your dreams? What traumatized you before that god-awful accident?”

Maya stays silent for a long time. I decide not to push her. After about ten minutes, I wonder if she’s dozed off when I finally hear her voice. “How about an exchange? I’ll go first. I’ll share a shadow from my nightmares, then you share one from yours. This way we exchange exposure. What do you think?”

I kiss the back of her head and nod. However, I am not sure I am actually brave enough to tell her anything. She may think she wants that, but it’s the last thing she needs. In the meantime, I’ll be her rock and she’ll eventually talk.

“When my parents died, I had to go to a foster home.” Tell me something I don’t know.“No one in my mother’s family would take me in. They were all poor and lived in Alabama. My mother was the only one to get out of there and get an education and career. My father’s people are some of the first Blacks to live in Sag Harbor, N.Y. They are extremely wealthy. My father was an only child and his mother died when he was young. His father cut him off when he married my mother. So, the only family left was my grandfather, who did not even know I existed. I assume they told him when my parents died, but I guess he was not interested in getting to know his granddaughter.”

So much pain. I can tell the rejection is still raw. I grab her shoulder and pull her to her back so she can see my face. “I hope you realize that not loving you is his loss and that he’s a fool for leaving you at the mercy of the foster care system.”

She stares up at me and breaks out into a small smirk. “Of course, Adom. I’m no longer that little girl waiting for someone to take her home. I forgot about my grandfather a long time ago.” I hear her, but I do not believe her. She hasn’t forgotten and she needs to forgive.

“Anyway. My first foster home was with a family that took in all types of foster children in Nashville. The parents were OK, but their one biological child used to torment me. I stayed with them from birth until I was eight. I remember their son kicking, biting, and throwing me off the bed in the middle of the night. He would take my food at school and hide it from me. At home, he would tell me not to eat or he would beat me up later. My foster parents thought I had an aversion to food. I was so terrified of their son. I ended up sickly and malnourished. Eventually I became a selective mute and was removed from their home. I spent the next two years in a group home. I don’t know what you might know about that, but basically the only thing constant in a group home is change. You also learn how to fend for yourself, because no one is going to look out for you. It was hard. I cried a lot of nights. I thought I was going to be there until I was 18. But I was one of the lucky ones. Nana Freeman adopted me when I was ten. She showed me love and I didn’t have to worry about things changing so much. It took a while, but I learned to love her back. Until the accident I was doing OK.”

I should have my people track down those foster parents and their sociopath son and ruin their lives permanently.I want them to feel the hurt and pain my Maya felt when she was with them.Eight years!But I know she will never tell me their names. I have more in common with Maya than I thought. However, she needs a champion, not a wounded friend that shares her scars. I give her a short kiss.

“So, what happened to Nana Freeman? I’ve never heard you talk about her.” A sadness descends over Maya’s face. When she told the story of the foster home and her grandfather, she never looked sad. She looked resigned and indifferent. Now, talking about Nana Freeman, she looks like her heart is breaking.

“She passed away while I was at Spelman.” She looks up at me and forces a smile. But, that’s enough about that. Didn’t we agree to exchange information? Since you asked about my mother, what’s going on with you and yours?”

I sit up on the bed. “My mother is a woman that always chooses her needs over anyone else’s. We can talk about that later.”

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