Page 19 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
I kissed away every tear that rolled down her cheeks, and somehow, that made her cry even harder. But it wasn’t frompain anymore. It was tears of joy, like she knew she’d made the right decision giving herself to me. I felt it in the way she moved, how she intertwined her hand with mine… how she kissed on my neck like she was worshiping me. And I kissed her back just as beautifully, pressing my lips to the small dark acne scars on her chin like they were part of what made her perfect. Because in my eyes, they were.
I was a young nigga. I didn’t know shit about making love, but this moment schooled me hard. It taught me how to be passionate… how to take my time and cater to a woman’s body… to her mind…to her emotions. This moment turned me from a boy into a fucking man.
I pressed my forehead against hers and whispered how much I loved her… how bad I needed her in my life… how much it would kill me if she ever decided to walk away. I poured every emotion I had into each and every stroke.
Mary was inexperienced and couldn’t do much, yet she still had the best pussy I ever had. Eventually, the pain transformed into full-blown pleasure for her. With her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she moaned louder and started rotating her hips as she grew wetter.
“God, you feel so good… look so good.” She said, her voice soft and breathless. “You so handsome, baby.” She tugged at my wild hair. It hadn’t been braided in I don’t know how fucking long.
“I love you, Shorty,” I told her.
Mary made falling for her feel like breathing. Natural. Effortless. And it wasn’t just her beauty. Granted, she was fine as hell. But it was her big ass heart too. Shorty loved loud. Loved hard. She ain’t just show me what love looked like… she taught me how to feel it.
“I love you too.” She whispered.
She smelled so good that I couldn’t resist latching onto her neck as she tried fucking me back. I hoped she had some makeup with her because I was sure I would leave hickeys behind. I couldn’t control myself. She had a nigga completely raging.
“Ahhhhhhhh, what is happening to me?” Her eyes fluttered as she held her chest. “Uhhh…”
“You cummin’, baby.” I told her, feeling her pussy contract around me.
Moaning in unison, we kept at it until her juices drenched me. I wasn’t prepared for that shit either. Even with a life jacket on, I was drowning in her ocean. She made me cum hard.
Soon after, I washed both our bodies off, and we fell asleep with me holding her close. It wasn’t until harsh knocking at the hotel door that we were jolted awake.
I quickly sat up and checked the time. Both our eyes went wide. It was three hours past four. We had fucked around and overslept. I could tell from the window that the sun was low and setting. While Mary jumped up frantically, throwing on her clothes, I went to check the door.
When I opened it, I found an officer, the hotel clerk, Mary’s cousin, and an older man and woman standing there. Everything in my gut told me that was Mary’s parents and that Katrina had told them where we were. I was right.
“Is this him?” the older dark-skinned man asked, and Katrina nodded.
“Daddy?” Mary said, coming around the corner with wide eyes.
“My God, Mary. Get out here right now! Do you know how worried we’ve been about you? You never came home from school, and you weren’t answering your phone.” Her mother said.
“Mama, I’m so sorry. I was just out with a friend—”
“Friend?” Her pops interrupted.
“Yes, I’m eighteen. I should be able to—"
“What kind of friend has you laid up at a gotdamn hotel?” He cut her off. “No. I don’t want to hear that shit. This is not your friend.”
Mary grew quiet as her eyes cut over to mine.
“How old are you?” He turned to me, nose turned up.
“Nineteen,” I replied, trying to stay calm and understand where he was coming from. But the disgusted look he shot me had my temper flaring. It was as if the nigga was looking down on me… as if he smelled trash.
“I want to press charges.” He said to the officer.
“Daddy, what?! No!”
I swallowed hard, watching this shit unfold in disbelief. Just when things were going well, everything flipped. It felt like I couldn’t catch a break.
“Press charges for what exactly?” I asked.
“For having my daughter at a gotdamn hotel against her will. Arrest him for kidnapping, and if I find out you touched her, those charges will escalate to rape.”
