Page 61 of Loving a Libra
“I missed you too.”
He cupped my face again and pressed his lips against mine. My body had been tense, and I immediately relaxed as I moaned into his mouth. I let his tongue separate my lips, and our kiss became intense. He leaned forward, gently pushing my back to the couch and maneuvering his body between my legs.
His dick was already hard, and even though I was mad at him, my pussy wasn’t and had been wet since he walked through the door. I wore a pair of loose-fitting athletic shorts and a cropped fitted T-shirt, with nothing underneath.
As he pressed his erection against me and moved in a circular motion, the friction made me even wetter. I managed to slip my hand between us, into his athletic shorts, and found he was out here free balling. At any other time, I might have fussed at him, but today, I was thankful.
While I pulled his dick out, he moved my shorts to the side. It had only been a few days, but damn did it feel good as his girth stretched my walls.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled with his face buried in my neck.
“Damn, baby. I missed this dick.”
“Ahh, fuck. Since you wanted to be stubborn, I gotta tear this pussy up.”
I guess that was his warning. He fucked me so good, we had to hire someone to clean the couch cushions. Being stubborn had its advantages, and I couldn’t say it wouldn’t happen again.
“That man came up to the hospital every day for two weeks straight. One of the janitors ended up telling him you didn’t work there anymore because he got sick of seeing his ass,” Thomasina told me.
Although we’d talked several times, this was the first time we’d met up since I began working at Advocate Christ Medical Center.
“Tariq said he was crashing out for a minute.”
“I believe that shit with my whole heart. You worked there for six years, and I could count on one hand the number of times he came up there. Once you quit, he could’ve been mistaken for one of the employees.”
We laughed at Maurice’s expense. It was crazy the amount of effort and concern he showed when it was too late. I was tired of talking about him, though, so I changed the subject.
“How is married life?” I asked her.
“It’s great. I didn’t think it would be much different than before, because we’ve been living together for a year and together for two years, but it’s definitely different. Not everything, but some stuff.”
“How so?”
She thought about it briefly. “Honestly, I can’t really put my finger on it. It just feels like he’s more intentional about everything when it comes to me. It wasn’t like he was uncaring before, but now the way he does it makes me feel the butterflies I felt when we first met. His hugs are tighter, his kisses are longer, and his words are so much sweeter. My favorite part is when he’s talking to someone and refers to me as his wife. Girl, I be giddy as hell.”
“Aww, I love that for you.”
“Me too, girl, and get this. He wants me to consider quitting my job when I get pregnant.”
“I ain’t mad at him for that. Growing and carrying around another human ain’t no joke,” I said, patting my stomach.
“I’m sure it’s not. We talked about it before, but it didn’t mean much because we weren’t married or trying to get pregnant.”
“Listen. Let that man take care of you. I’m not sure if I could do the same. The idea of depending on a man is unsettling.”
“I understand. I think Black women are conditioned that way. We gotta release the chokehold our mothers and grandmothers have on us and let these men love us.”
We talked for a while longer before Tariq started blowing up my phone. I’d been gone since the early afternoon, and it was approaching six in the evening. Out of habit, I answered it on speaker.
“Hey, baby,” I answered.
“Your pretty ass been gone all day. When you and my baby coming home?”
“Aww,” Thomasina softly cooed.
I smiled as I responded. “I’m just finishing dinner with Thomasina.”
“You ate without me?” He sounded hurt.
