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“Just like you, Ti.”
I didn’t keep my thoughts to myself. I let them loose. The smile on her face let me know I’d made the right decision.
“If I tell you a secret, do you promise to keep it?” She whispered, peeking around as if we weren’t alone.
“I promise.”
“I’ve been wondering lately– if the feelings I have for you are real– or if you’re even real. Because, this can’t be happening so fast and so well and so beautifully and so pleasantly and so intentionally. I’m so afraid I will fall face first once reality hits and the rug is pulled from beneath me.”
“There’s no rug, Tiana. And, this is real. It’s as real as those roses and the rain that is about to fall onto your pretty skin at any second.”
“Then, why does it feel too good to be true?”
She closed her eyes and grimaced as if the words were painful to recite. Her chest deflated. Physically, she was here, but mentally, she was elsewhere.
“You’re not there anymore. You’re not in that hospital bed. You’re not alone. And, someone hears you. Hears your heart. I can’t convince you that I’m perfect and I won’t ever try to. But, I will spend the rest of my life helping you understand that you are– for me at least.
“Just as you are. Afraid. Scared. Lonely. Traumatized. And, struggling with whatever it is you struggle with. Because, we’re going to work through it, Ti. All of it. My shit and yours.”
I pulled her toward the bench just a few feet from the roses she hardly wanted to tear her eyes away from. I was the first to sit. Tiana settled on my lap.
“I want you here more often. If being alone bothers you, then I don’t want you alone more often than you have to be.”
“I don’t want to crowd your space.”
“None of that matters, Tiana. I’m inviting you into my space. It’s better that way. I can do my job and keep you from feeling anything but joy to some degree. When you get tired of me or need a break, you can return to your crib. It doesn’t matter to me. My door will always be open for you.”
Tiana’s hands flattened against my cheeks. Her lips met mine. Her tongue parted them.
“I’m ovulating,” she explained, again.
Chuckling, I nodded.
“You don’t have to give me an explanation, baby. This motherfucker is yours for the taking.”
Droplets of rain began to fall as Tiana stood up. I stood with her, loosening my belt. Halting my progress, I grabbed ahold of the end of her dress and pulled upward, removing it from her body completely.
Her smooth brown skin was tantalizing. Rain cascaded onto her. Onto us. With my pants at my ankles, I sat on the bench and pulled Tiana down onto me. Her legs parted as she climbed mytree. Both feet were planted on the bench, one on each side of me.
My right hand gripped her neck, bringing her closer as she lowered her pussy onto me. Her small hand wrapped around my tool, guiding it into her slipperiness. She was a fucking pool, much wetter than the rain coming down on us.
Brown areolas stared me in the face. Hard nipples protruded, making the rain roll off her skin and onto my thighs. Jealous of its closeness, I took the left nipple into my mouth. I rolled the right one between my fingers.
“Uhhhhh–”
Silencing her cries wasn’t the plan. I wanted her to let it all go. Everything she was holding onto. I needed her to hand that shit to me. I could carry her load. Every load. Any load. I had the shoulders to bear the weight. She didn’t need the extra weight.
“Baby…”
Her whimpers were sunlight in the rain.
“Yessssss…”
I wanted every hardship she’d ever faced to dissolve with each stroke.
“Auggggg–”
I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her. I wanted to learn to love and then love harder and harder. Just for her. Just because of her.
