Page 27 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
I climbed into the snug bed, curled up, and stared at the ring I had just pulled from my purse, and the tears came fast. I vividly remember the day Moses asked me to marry him. It wasn’t with the 15-carat emerald-cut ring I’d left back at home. It was with this one, and this Walmart ring had meant just as much to me as the other one does now. So much so that I kept it close.
It was a week after I left my parents' home to be with him. The very day I was supposed to start at Penn State. I couldn’t go because, without my father’s support, I couldn’t afford it. Moses just wanted to make me feel good, to reassure me that everything would be okay despite the changes I was facing. He wanted me to feel secure during a time when I felt anything but.
He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He also laid out a plan. Start at Melrose Community College and transition to a university once he could support it financially. And we followed that plan. He held it down while I got both my degrees. That’s exactly why I used them muthafuckas to keep him out of trouble. I never admitted that to him, but I knew he caught on eventually.
I cried hard, torn up by the war inside me. One second, I was at peace with walking away. The next, I couldn’t imagine life without Moses. He’d been so good to me for so long. Letting goof ten years felt like a nightmare. All the love we had made…all those memories. We’d built something real. Something special. Something deep.
Mentally and emotionally drained, I turned off the lamp, hoping to relax. And before I knew it, my tears had carried me off to sleep.
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Thirty minutes later, I blinked my eyes open to Mariah the Scientist playing low through the speakers, and Moses’s head buried between my thighs. It was too dark to see him, but I damn sure felt him...smelled him. His Tom Ford cologne lit up the small space, rich and unmistakable.
“Don't you know them cars outside just a plus?
Don't you know the love that you give, that's enough for me?
Don't hold back, put yo' trust in me.
Look in my eyes, say it's just for me.”
“Sss, stop it. Get your ass out of here. I locked the door for a reason.” I said, trying to push his head back. Yet my stomach was twisting with pleasure.
“Nah, baby. I miss you, and I can’t let you be.” He spoke into my pussy like he belonged there. “I been loving yo’ ass since I was nineteen, and I can’t stop just ’cause you mad and want me to.”
I opened my mouth to tell him to get the fuck up again, but all that slipped out was a soft moan. “Ohh…”
The tip of Moses’s tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around my clit before his head twisted from side to side, kissing it hungrily. He then dipped lower and sucked on my lips like he was savoring a ripe, juicy peach.
“Ahhhhh,” I couldn’t hold it in as his tongue teased my entrance.
Moses did not rush. No. He dragged out the pleasure like he had all the time in the world to make me unravel. He didn’t just eat my pussy. He worshipped it. He was fluent in every flick, suck, and swirl that could break me apart. I couldn’t help myself. My hips rolled up into his face on instinct, chasing more, chasing him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to speak.
“Still remember the first time I tasted you and you tasted me. You remember that shit? It was the night you left yo’ people home to be wit’ me. That’s when you really loved a nigga, Mary. You would do anything for me.”
He dove back in, and my whole back came off the bed, minor volts of lightning shooting through my entire body. I cried out in pure pleasure as I reluctantly held the back of his head, squeezing. That’s when I realized the nigga had brought along my ring and put it back on my finger. The diamonds were heavy.
“Tell me you remember, baby.”
I stayed quiet, mad as hell that he still had this kind of hold on me. That he could make me feel so damn good when I didn’t want him to. But deep down, I remembered everything. Every moment we ever shared. Especially the night I learned how to suck his dick. And I also recalled happily doing it throughout the night once I got the hang of it.
As his tongue traveled down to my ass, I began to rub on Moses’s upper back, gently following the letters of our names intertwined in the design. He was a gift that kept on giving back then. He had gotten that tattoo on my 19thbirthday. It boldly declared, “Marilyn & Moses forever.” He believed in it… I believed in it…until I didn’t.
“I’m not fucking you, Moses. S... Stop this shit.” I insisted, still trying to stand my ground. But deep down, I knew I sounded pitiful. My voice and actions lacked any real conviction.
“You right… ‘cause I’m the only one doing the fucking right now. I’ma fuck and make love to you until you fall in love with me all over again, baby.”
Moses moved swiftly, pinning my legs against the bed before I could argue. And in one powerful thrust, he pushed inside me. Eagerly, my pussy clenched around him like she missed him more than I did. I hissed.
And he whistled at the feeling, moving slowly at first, every roll of his hips precise. His strokes spoke louder than any apology ever could; he was pleading for my forgiveness with each thrust. His large hand curled around my throat, firm but careful, like he knew he held something sacred.
When he began to fuck me harder, my body betrayed me in the worst way, responding with a sharp moan and trembling thighs. Pure ecstasy. Wetness poured from me, loud and messy,soaking us both. I felt it dripping down the crack of my ass. It was nasty and beautiful and…ours.
“You so fucking wet,” Moses growled in my ear, tightening his grip around my throat. “I missed this pussy, baby. I missed you. You my mu’fuckin’ heart. I love you, Mary. A nigga can’t be without you.”
“S… stopppp,” I whimpered, overwhelmed.
