Page 31 of Always Been You
There he was again. Always, Marcos, my Superhero.
“How is Ms. Lyn?” I asked, referring to his mom.
“She good. She's been on my head about bringing you over soon.”
“I love her! We should.”
“We will.”
We stared at each other for a moment, and I wanted to feel his lips against mine so badly. I wasn’t shy by nature, but it seemed like with him. I was constantly second-guessing. It was like he was a magnet as I rose to my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. Immediately, he deepened our kiss. He was aggressive with his tongue, seeking my mouth’s sweetness. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my hips against him. I didn’t want to part from him. I wanted to lose myself. I tried to replace the emotion I was feeling with something else. I wanted to feel good. I was matching his aggression, and the kiss transformed from the sweet, gentle exploratory pecks we shared before to needy and nasty. He broke away from me first, causing me to whimper. He grabbed my throat, and his eyes burned with intensity.
“I need you to realize something about me right now. I’m not bullshittin' with you, and I ain’t got time to play no games. I want you, and I’m going to have you. I can be patient,but once we cross this threshold,” he reached his other hand down and cupped my soaking pussy through my pants before he continued. “That’s a whole different level. Once you locked in with me, it’s that. I’m gone treat you like a queen, but I’m gone fuck you like a slut every chance I get. You are going to be my fantasy. I want that pussy, I want that ass, I want that mouth, and everything that comes with you. I’ll walk this shit as slowly as need be, but I’m a man that tames a beast every time you touch me. Too much more, and he comes out of the cage. So, next time you kiss me like that, make sure you ready for that type of commitment because I ain’t gone say that shit again,” he released me, and I felt my juices leaking down my leg. I was on fucking fire and scared as hell all at the same time. Shit, was I ready? I wanted to be even if I wasn’t. I told him I wanted to take things slow, but I was prepared to take a chance. Quite honestly, with any other guy, we probably would have already been on that level. With Marcos, I wanted to be so cautious.
He backed away from me, creating a little distance, which I was thankful for. It gave me a moment to catch my breath.
“My restaurant is opening in two weeks. I need you to be there with me, making a nigga look good. We gotta go shopping to get some nice shit.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I planned on coming. That’s your birthday,” I said, coming to my senses.
“That’s crazy, you remember that shit?” he said with a smile.
“I remember everything, too,” I said quietly.
“Me too, and I guarantee you a lot has changed.”
I blushed thinking about yet another memory.
“Why did you never look for me?” I asked the question that had been bouncing in my head for a while.
“You always said you would never be here. You were serious about that shit. Once we fell out of contact, I figured you moved on.”
“You did,” I said quickly.
“Not really. I was moving how I wanted, but I wasn’t lying either.”
“So that means you were a hoe.”
He laughed. “I mean, shit.” He ran his hand over his head.
“I get it. We were at two different places in life.”
“We were, but I never lost thought of you. I would never bring no bullshit to you, and I mean that. I wasn’t ready is the biggest reason. I wasn’t going to dig you up, and I wasn’t who I was supposed to be.”
“But you are him now, right?”
“Absolutely.”
We eased into a comfortable conversation, reminiscing and talking about the past. The phone conversations were great, and even the few times we were able to go out were nice. But this? This was a new level of intimacy. He flirted with me through light touches and piercing stares. I noticed he always stayed connected to me. Subtly, but the effort was conscious.
We talked about family and memories and fell into a place so comfortable that I felt I could say whatever was on my mind. I hadn’t had that feeling with anyone but him. He got me. Still, after all these years, he got me. He was making me forget that the encounter with my mother ever happened.
He trailed me home, and on the way there, I thought about his warning. I also thought about the ache between my legs that needed to be addressed. I was still stirring from his words.
I came to a stop in my driveway, feeling a rush of anticipation as he was already out of his car before I even turned off the ignition. I hesitated a moment before opening my door and stepping out. Our eyes locked, and in that silent gaze, I sensed his daring challenge. He knew I desired him deeply, but I wonder if he truly understood just how intense that longing was. His mere presence ignited a fire within me, electricity tingling beneath my skin. I couldn’t help but feel that if he touched me again, everything might change. We couldn’t go back after this.
When I looked at my door, I felt a looming feeling in the pit of my stomach. All those emotions and disappointments would come back as soon as he left. I didn’t want to be alone.
I fumbled the keys a few times and opened the door. At first, he didn’t come in, but after a few seconds, he came in enough to close the door.
