Page 35 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
Mary tried to defend that nigga because she knew I would kill him if she confirmed. But I cut her short, hooking one of her thighs over my shoulder and pounding into her deeper. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans quickly. Turning shit up a notch, I brought my thumb down to her clit and circled it slowly while I stroked. And she instantly became undone beneath me. Her body jerked, her breathing turned to cries, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, sweat dripping from my temple onto her chest. “Let that shit go.”
Mary’s body trembled as she came hard, and her pussy gripped me so tight I nearly lost it. But I held on, slowing my pace just to make the pleasure last. I kissed her lips, then her cheeks, then back to her neck, savoring her.
“I love you, Mary.” I French kissed her scars.
“I love you more.”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, baby. Always been yours. My first. My last.My only.”
“Fuckin’ right.”
That was all I needed. I had her now. She was for sure coming back home with me. But home wasn’t just a place.
It was this.
It wasus.
Hearing Mary affirm what I already knew ignited something deep within me. I was the only nigga to ever touch her, and perhaps that’s why I was so fucking crazy about her.That, and the fact that she was just her. Beautiful. Smart. Nurturing. Strong.
I pulled back just enough to look down between us. Her brown skin stood out against the white bedding, glowing beneath the soft lights. Her pussy was glistening, stretched tight around me. She effortlessly swallowed me whole, over and over. That sight? That shit did something to me. Always had. Always would.
“Damn,” I panted, barely able to think straight. “Look at how you take this dick. Been with you all these years, and the view never gets old, baby.”
“Uhhh,” she gasped, mouth open, eyes rolled back. “I missed youuuuu.”
“I missed you too,” I breathed, lowering my body onto hers, letting her ride that high until she came down from it.
Then I gently flipped her over, being careful not to put too much pressure on her body. I had to protect her and my baby growing inside her. She reached up and gripped the backrest, steadying herself as I slid back in from behind. I grabbed her hips, stroking slow at first, then faster, letting the rhythm build.
“God, baby… ahhhhhhhh,” she whimpered, looking back at me while throwing her ass in a circle. “You feel so, so good.”
“So why the fuck you was tryna keep this cat away from me then?” I asked, slapping her ass.
That question held more weight than just the last three months. For over a year and a half, I’d been fighting just to touch Mary…to feel her like this. And when I did, she gave me nothing. Quick fucks, turned her head, like she wasn’t all the way present. That shit crushed my ego more than I ever let her know.
“Told you I was going through a lot, baby. It was me. Not you.” She moaned out, breath catching between strokes.
I reached around and wrapped my hand around her throat. Not rough. Just enough to ground her. That’s when I felt it. Her tears.
“Say, baby,” I said, pulling her up so the back of her head touched my chest. “You perfect to me. I love you. I put no one above you.”
I let my hand drift from her throat to her breasts, massaging both gently. Her skin was warm by now. Her nipples were hard beneath my fingertips. I moved slower, more deliberate, like I was rediscovering every inch of her. Then I traced down to her belly, my palm gliding over the soft curve…our curve. The proof of our love. The proof of the life we created together despite the odds stacked against us.
I leaned in close, growling into Mary’s ear, and just like that, her pussy rained on me like clockwork. As her cum dripped down her thigh, she reached behind her, planting one hand firmly on my ass, urging me to let go too. And I did, filling my pussy to fucking brim.
Chapter Eleven.
Marilyn
The next day felt like old times. Back when we were just eighteen and nineteen, young as hell, trying to figure the world out. Moses and I spent the whole afternoon walking along the beach, talking, reminiscing, laughing. It reminded me he wasn’t just my husband. He was my best friend. Conversation after conversation, we were slowly finding our way back to that happy place we used to live in.
“Of all things, what made you wake up and say, I want to buy her an island?” I asked, glancing over at him.
Moses chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets as he stood near the water.
