Page 28 of Made to Love Ya

Maybe that’s what he said to a girl when he was having sex with her. Maybe he said the things he thought she wanted to hear. I had never second-guessed my place in his life until now. But until now, I had never considered being intimate with him. I knew my place, and now, everything had changed. What if we could never get our friendship back after this?

Izael stroked my insides, pushed himself into places where he didn’t naturally fit, carved out his name on my body, and tattooed it on my heart. With every plunge, he removed all my doubts, concerns, and thoughts. He moved from standing at the edge of the bed and pumping inside of me to onto the bed with me.

My legs wrapped around his strong back, my hands traced his tattoos, and my eyes enjoyed the vision of our bodies connected. He whispered sweet words of reassurance to me with every stroke and thrust he gave me.

“You’re so beautiful. How could you ever let anyone tell you differently?”

Thrust…stroke...pump…slide…

“It’s an honor for me to be inside of your body like this.”

Kiss…caress…lick…gyrate…

“You’re perfect, Chè…so tight…very wet…and deliciously warm. You’re the perfect fit.”

He pumped at the completion of each of those statements before he made the next comment.

Receive…inhale…hiss…exhale…

“You were made for me.”

And round and round we went in a pleasurable synchrony of ecstasy. Our sweat-slicked bodies slid against and over one another as we moaned and hummed through our licks, nips, and kisses. We repositioned ourselves several times, and I basked in the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together.

No one could have prepared me for sex with Izael. There were no words to explain the way that my heart drummed a legato beat in my chest or the way my breaths released out of me whenever he thrust in a particularly deep way.

There was a peculiarity to the way the day had gone. It was almost as if we were both waiting for that perfect moment when things went to hell and back again before we found the courage to act on what had been brewing between us the last few weeks.

I had known it, and so had Izael. The moment that he and I agreed he would stay with me until he found a place, we both knew that it would only be a matter of time before things would erupt. For me, I thought I would make a complete fool of myself in front of him because of my feelings for him.

Apparently, he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands or his dick to himself for long because, somehow, I found myself impaled by it in Izael’s bed. When we released, it couldn’t have been more perfect if we timed it.

The way his hands gripped my hips and he thrust down while I lifted to meet him as my hands smoothed over his chest was like a memo to our bodies. My mouth dropped open, and his jaw flexed while he scowled deeply.

My head lifted, and his lowered, and our mouths met. We kissed in a clash of teeth and tongues and tried to quell one another’s screams and roars. When we came, we did so noisily, violently almost, as he pinched my hips and I dug my nails into his back, and we bit each other’s lips. When it was over, he rolled off me and onto his back, pulling me onto my side to face him.

“Oh, my God. Did we just do that?” I whispered, closing my eyes.

“Cinnamon. Don’t,” he whispered back. His hand gently stroked the side of my face. “I told you before we started that there was no going back.”

“Did you mean it, Zae? Every word you said?”

“I meant everything.”

“I mean…you couldn’t have because you said…you said…”

“I love you, Talia. And not the way that Tahj does. I love you the way that a man loves a woman, and I’ve known it for a long while.”

“What do you mean?”

“That year…when you finished school and came home, I saw you differently. You were still my li’l nigga, but it was different. I saw you as a grown woman. Over the next six years, you grew closer to me. Watching you date and complain about that nigga Ricky and others through the years left my chest tight.”

“You never said anything.”

“I couldn’t,” he stated, stroking his finger down the curve of my cheek. “You were my boy’s sister, and therefore, you were off limits.”

“Why tonight? What changed?”

He chuckled in a low tone as he stared into my eyes. “Being here in your space these last three weeks has been hell. I’ve tried to stay away, worked longer nights, found shit to get into.”

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