Page 26 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
“It don’t matter to me. I love it either way.”
In one swift motion, I dropped down and buried my face between her thighs. First time in my life I ever gave head. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I loved Mary so much, it just came naturally. I followed instinct, doing whatever I thought would please her.
“Oh, my…” she gasped, her back arching off the couch as I sucked on her clit. That angle gave my tongue room to further explore. I ate her from front to back until my jaws damn near locked up on me.
After she came all over my face, I rose and slid inside her. As soon as we connected, I paused, letting that raw warmth wrap around me. Her pussy hugged my dick like it was made just for me. It was perfect. Odorless. Tight. And wet.
“Sss, Mosesssss… it hurtsss.” She hissed, her legs shaking the deeper I pushed in. I had to break her in all over again.
“Shhh, baby. I’m in now. Look.” I kissed her forehead.
We both glanced down, watching how she stretched open wide for me. That shit was deep… intense.
Mary’s whimpers started to fade, turning into soft moans as her eyes rolled back. I locked into that stroke she needed, slow, deep, and steady, while my hands stayed on her breasts, massaging them gently. I loved feeling on her titties, and the way she arched into my touch told me she loved it too.
“I take it you good now, baby.” I said, watching her face twist up in pleasure… hearing her wetness echo throughout the living room. Mary wasn’t just wet; she was a fucking tsunami.
“Yeah… you feel amazing, baby.”
“Good. Give me this shit.” I hooked her thigh over my shoulder and started to stroke her deeper.
Balls deep, I made love to Mary like the world was fucking ending. Because in a way, it was. Her old life had come to an end. This was the start of a new chapter. Just the three of us,forever.
Chapter Nine.
Present Day.
Marilyn
The jet was mostly quiet, only the steady hum of the engine breaking the silence. I stared out the window, lost in my thoughts. By now, I’d calmed down and was trying to figure out where Moses might be taking me.
We’d been together for ten years, four of them spent traveling the globe during summers and spring breaks. Those were the golden days. Back when he finally made it and could afford to take me anywhere my heart desired. Before the miscommunications piled up. Before the storm of my depression settled in, and our marriage started taking hit after hit.
“Can I get you anything to drink or snack on, Mrs. Mikaelson?” our flight attendant, Charlotte, asked with a smile, pulling me out of my head.
“Yes, a bottle of water and a bag of Lay’s Classic will do, Char. Thank you. And can you prepare the quarters for meafterwards? I’m exhausted and would like to take a nap.” I told her, finally giving in.
If I was stuck here, I might as well get some rest. We’d taken off over an hour ago, far away from home. There was no use in crying over spilled milk.
“Of course. I’ll take care of it.”
While Charlotte moved to the back, I used the in-flight WiFi to text my mama an update, letting her know I was okay and that I’d call once we landed. I didn’t want her waiting up and worried about my return. We messaged back and forth for a bit. She just wanted to be sure I didn’t feel pressured into going on this trip. And I did, but of course, I wasn’t about to tell her that.
Unlike my father, she was long past the stage of fighting me about Moses. According to her, I was grown, and he was my husband. So, she chose to support whatever decisions I made about my marriage. All she wanted was for me to be safe and happy. Her and Moses’s relationship wasn’t perfect as she didn’t agree with his lifestyle. However, she respected the fact that he had always taken great care of me.
Once our conversation wrapped up, I grabbed my Birkin and stood. As I started making my way to the back, Moses set down the glass he’d been sipping from and stood up too, ready to follow. But I pressed my hand to his chest, stopping him. I wasn’t as hostile as earlier. No. I was too drained for that. He had worn the fight right out of me. Still, I was firm when I said,
“Do not follow me.”
“Why not, baby? A nigga ain’t been next to you in I don’t know how long.”
“Your fault. Not mine.” I looked up at him and frowned in disappointment.
He sighed. “I’m tryna fix it, Mary. I love you more than anything on this fucking planet, you know that, right?”
Ignoring his drunk ass, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.
In the private quarters, I locked the door and turned on the small speaker Charlotte had set up beside the bed, along with my water and chips. When I was sure Moses wasn’t coming in, I stripped down and changed into a t-shirt and leggings I kept on board. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me naked.
