Page 19 of Tempted to Love You
“You should. Your donation would go a long way, and my man would be excited to know you’re supporting his company.” The subtle drop about having a man is my way of walking my mom into another conversation.
“Your man, huh? Which one of those men has gotten your attention?”
Rakai’s dark chocolate face slams into my mind, causing me to remember how well he handled my body last week. Not to mention how I felt upon waking up, feeling his body cuddled behind me in bed. I had been seconds from losing my mind when my brain registered his hard dick sitting idle against me. With each minute, it felt like his dick was taunting me and sending subtle messages to my brain. My hormones had been lying dormant too long for me to not back my ass into his pelvis for another taste. I mean, who was I to not answer the taunt?
Then the way Rakai held me as we slept, like I was a rare gem he couldn’t let out of his sight, was everything. The strength within Rakai’s hold let me know he had me, and I could rest easy. So, yes, I took matters into my own hands and again... Imake no apology for it. Rakai had cum in me so many times that had it not been for the birth control I take faithfully every morning, I would surely be pregnant.
“Latia,” Mom calls out again.
A blush spread on my cheeks at my inability to focus on anything but the aftermath of sleeping with Rakai. It’s weird, but my feelings have been expanding inside of me from the moment Rakai’s nut hit my walls. It’s like the warmth within his ejaculation wrapped around my tunnel like an anaconda, forming a soul tie I didn’t anticipate so soon. On the one hand, I want to shout my developing love for Rakai to the entire viewing audience of Ribax 8 News. Yet, my present mood has me granting the water welling in my eyes permission to break free.
“Oh, honey. Why are you crying? Do I need to grab Linda and my hollow points for this man?”
Laughter tumbles from my lips, and I swipe the tears from my eyes, attempting to slow their trek down my face. Rakai and I have been love jonesing on the phone, texting, sexting, and building a connection I can’t explain. Yet, I’m struggling to believe our foundation is secure enough for love this early. Rakai said he loved me before our call ended last night, and I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat to reciprocate the sentiment despite feeling the same way.
“I think I’m in love with him, Mom, but I don’t know if I’m moving too fast. We’ve only been together for a short time.”
“What do you love about...” Mom’s words trail off with her brows bouncing in question, causing a goofy grin to upturn my lips.
“Rakai is his name.”
“Okay. So, what do you love about Rakai?”
My pulse, blood pressure, and heart rate increased at the repeated question, forcing me to publicly express my thoughts and admiration about Rakai. Mom is often the person Ican count on to give me level-headed advice, so sharing the information with her becomes easier. Taking a deep breath, I exhale the air gathering in my lungs before providing the answer to my mom’s inquiry.
“I love the man that Rakai has shown me from the beginning. I love his fierce, protective nature concerning me. I love his dedication to showing how he feels about me without apologizing or offering a rebuttal. I love that Rakai is affectionate, even when I’m hesitant about his dedication to our relationship. I love the intensity within his dark eyes that smolders with desire and longing whenever he looks at me. I love how he holds me because he lets me know I can be vulnerable. I love him,” I conclude as more tears fall.
My face heats, and I squirm in my chair when my mom doesn’t readily respond to my declaration. In fact, she simply watches me without moving her gaze, making me feel like I’m on a witness stand. Jitters begin creeping down my spine, the longer the silence echoes around the room.
“With so many attributes to love, why are you nervous about falling? It seems to me, based on your glowing skin, schoolgirl grin, and jovial tone while expressing the character of this man, that love has already ensnared you.”
“I was with Davante for four years and never had these feelings about him. I spent that time trying to mold myself into a woman who didn’t get on Davante’s nerves. I?—”
“Allowed a man to try to mold you into a shell of yourself. With Davante, I barely recognized you because you stopped breathing so he could live. If a man doesn’t appreciate every part of the woman you are, then that man doesn’t deserve any fragment of your heart.”
Mom’s words hit me like a dagger in the chest because while dating Davante, I had definitely become someone I didn’t know. I walked on eggshells so Davante wouldn’t cuss me outabout having feelings he could ridicule and belittle me about expressing. Davante breaking up with me had been the blessing I desperately needed. Meeting Rakai was like breathing after being underwater for an extended time. My rapidly growing feelings have me out of sorts because I thought I knew what love felt like until Rakai’s words, lovemaking, and actions. Jesus! How can I be thirty, experiencing this level of admiration this soon with Rakai?
“I know, and I’m trying to push through my doubts, but it’s hard to believe that Rakai truly loves me like he says he does.”
“Hm. The thing about being in and recognizing love is that sometimes it’s in the subtlety of the giver’s actions. Oftentimes, you have to feel your lover’s affection in the things they don’t say. Love is an action word, and you have room to doubt its authenticity if there’s nothing to back it up. However, you’ve sat here and given me multiple descriptions of why you love Rakai. I suggest giving love a chance to submerge you in its beauty.”
Just when my tears slow down, Mom’s words make me cry again. Only this time, hiccups escape my mouth. Mom shakes her head with a wide smile and light laughter.
“My poor pooh. I need to meet the man who’s got you over here looking like a weeping willow. Lord, wait ‘til I tell your father.”
Hanging my head, I wipe my eyes, trying to stop the rapid beating in my chest at Dad finding out about Rakai and me. Dad is cool and pretty laid back, but this is the first time his little girl has been feeling a man of this magnitude. Feeling my pocket vibrating, I remove my phone and fight the smile wanting to form upon seeing Rakai’s name on my screen. Unlocking my phone, I open my text app to access the incoming message.
Rakai:There’s a void in my day because I haven’t heard your voice. You good, mama?
Lord, this man and that pet name is gonna have me embarrassing myself in front of my mother. Sheesh!Be still, honeypot. Now isn’t the time to be juicing like a peach.
“Mhm. From the way your eyes got all starry, I know your man is checking in,” Mom voices, smirking before standing and leaving the room.
Rakai:*singing in a horrible key* Have you ever been in love? Well, well, well. She was five foot five from the floor. Prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen before. Her body was so tight, had her hair done right. But who, oh, who is my shorty with tonight??
Hysterical laughter escapes my mouth at the words Rakai has typed through text because I recognize the classic R&B song by the third lyric. Rakai has added his own flair to the last line of the text, which has me shaking my head. Typing a quick response, warmth spreads through my body.
Me:Sorry. Today has been hectic. I’m at my parents’ house.
