Page 28 of Where There's Smoke…
I felt like I was gonna pass out with the way she was fucking me. It wasn’t hard or aggressive, but the slow, deep strokes made me delirious, and I loved every second of it. She had my legs up, gripping my thighs as she fucked me like she would never get to again. Shit, she was fucking me like she was tryna get me pregnant and I was taking it like I wanted to carry her baby. It all felt so euphoric that if she could actually get me pregnant, I wouldn’t complain and happily raise her child. She’s the only one I’d ever want to do that for.
“You’re so beautiful, Sweets,” she tells me as she continues to bring me to a world of ecstasy.
We’ve been at it for damn near two hours now and have been in different positions, but it’s like neither of us could get enough. I wanted everything she had to offer, and I could tell that she felt the same. When I woke her up this morning with my mouth, I expected it to be a quickie, but I should’ve known better. As soon as her fingers connected with my clit, I knew that there was no way I’d be able to think straight today if she didn’t fuck me good.
I was addicted to her and everything about her. I loved the way she felt. I loved the way she smelled. I loved how she knew exactly what to do or say to make me feel good. And I loved the way she moaned and whimpered whenshefelt good. I don’t even think she realized just how much of a vocal sexual partner she was, but I loved it just as much as she loved it when I talked back to her as she was deep in my guts, even when I could barely form coherent sentences.
“Talk to me, baby,” she says, as if reading my mind. She lets go of my legs and bends down to kiss me. I spread my legs wider and allowed her to go even deeper as I gasped against her lips. “Let me know how it feels.”
“So good,” I managed to say. All other words had escaped my brain, and all I could think about was the intense orgasm that was building up. “Oooh, shit…”
My body jerked as she begins to rub my clit while she continued to fuck me deep. My body was shaking as I took every stroke. I was whimpering and gripping onto her forearm for dear life. When I felt myself about to reach that peak once again, I pulled her down so I could smash my lips against hers. One of her hands was on my thigh, and the other was wrapped around my waist as she picked up her pace, mixing up my insides. I gripped her back tightly, my nails digging into it as a slew of cuss words fell from my lips.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I exclaimed as I fell overboard, my body shaking and the sheets getting soaked beneath me. She didn’t let up, and I was a mumbling mess, wondering how I was gonna be able to go about my day knowing I’d just gotten my back blown out. “Phoenix, oh my god!”
She slowed her strokes until I’d come down from cloud nine. All I could do was lie there trying to catch my breath as she collapsed beside me. My head was spinning, but in the best way. I looked to the side to see her admiring me as she lay there. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about how much I loved this woman. She’s really who I’ve been longing for years, and I was so glad to finally have her. Just knowing that she was mine and only mine was enough to make me hot and bothered all over again. Fuck resting, I needed to taste her.
“Whoa, Sweets, slow down,” she chuckled lightly as I quickly sat up. I didn’t reply as I stared at her. She lightly squeezed my thigh. “You good, baby?”
“Yes, I’m amazing,” I nod with a smile before crawling down between her legs. She watches me with amusement as I pull the harness off her. She lifts her hips to make it easier. Once it’s tossed to the side, her legs immediately fall open as if knowing what is about to happen. I look up at her, licking my lips. “I need to taste you again, baby.”
“Go ahead, mamas,” she nods, getting comfortable on the pillows behind her. “I love watching you have your meal.”
I lean down to kiss her before positioning myself just like I had a few hours ago. I got to work using my new skills to bring her to not one but two incredible orgasms. I felt so accomplished and delighted when I received my prize each time. I was slowly becoming addicted to tasting her because fuck, was it heavenly.
“What do you want to do today?” Phoenix asks me as she buttons up her shirt. We had just gotten out of the shower and were finally getting ready for the day. “Since we both have the day off, I thought we could spend the day in New South. I know it’s been a while since you’ve been.”
“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” I nod excitedly before returning my attention to my reflection in the mirror. I applied a bit of my favorite perfume before starting on my hair. “I’d love to visit my old stomping grounds.”
I smile to myself as I think about New South. It was where my brothers and I were raised after our grandma moved us from our old town. I had so many fond memories of hanging out with my friends and enjoying everything the city offered. Besides my parents' passing, I hada pretty enjoyable childhood. My brothers and I never had to worry about anything regarding needs and wants. No, our grandma wasn’t rich, but between the life insurance policies and her job as a lawyer, we were pretty well taken care of.
That’s why when our grandma decided she wanted to spend her retirement running a bakery, none of us hesitated to help make her dreams come true. We all made a decent amount of money and could invest in the bakery with her. One of my happiest memories was of us presenting her with the keys to the building and telling her that we’d covered all of the licensing and construction expenses. She cried and hugged us, thanking us for all we’ve done, but we told her that it was we who were thankful for her. If it weren’t for her stepping up to raise us, there’s no telling how we would’ve ended up in this world. And for that, we’d always be grateful.
I feel a tear slip down my cheek, and I let out a shaky breath before closing my eyes. Every now and then, my mind would be overtaken by emotions as the realization that she was no longer here would sink in. I missed her like crazy, but I knew she wouldn’t want me to fall into depression like I did when she first passed. So, I took a few seconds to calm my racing heart. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath, jumping when I felt arms wrap around my neck from behind. My eyes snap open, connecting with Phoenix’s in the mirror.
“You okay, Sweets?” she asks softly before kissing my neck lightly. I nod.
“Yeah, just thinking about my grandma,” I admit. I pat her hand lightly. “I’m fine, though. I just miss her, is all.”
Herface softens, and she pulls away from me. She gently turns my chair around until I’m facing her, and she crouches down in front of me. When she reaches for my hands, I give them to her and she holds them, rubbing her thumbs against the back as she looks up at me.
“I know it’s hard, Sweets,” she replies softly. “I miss my Granddad daily, so I know exactly how you feel. I’m here for you if you ever wanna talk or cry together.”
I chuckle softly, reaching out to gently cup her right cheek in my hand. She does that thing she always does when she leans into it and kisses it softly. “Thank you, babe,” I tell her. “I’m fine for now, although it’s sweet of you to offer. I can’t imagine you crying, though.”
“First of all, it does something to me when you call me babe,” she smirks. I shake my head and sigh, but a smile stretches across my face. “Secondly, I’m not the type of person who cries easily, but I do cry when I lose people I love. That may be the only thing that genuinely makes me shed tears. Don’t get me wrong, I get sad. It’s just that I don’t feel the urge to cry often if that makes sense.”
“Makes sense to me,” I nod as she stands up. She tells me to turn around, and when I do, she proceeds to help me with my hair. “Ah, so I’m getting styled by my personal hairstylist today, huh?”
“Yeah, you know I gotchu,” she chuckles as she takes my hair out of the bonnet. It falls to my shoulders, and she proceeds to detangle the soft curls.
I relax as she goes through the process of moisturizing and revitalizing my curls. This wasn’t the first time that she’d helped me with my hair, but I was still giddy like it was.
When she first offered to assist a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t think much of it and agreed because I wasn’t in the mood to do it. To my surprise, although it shouldn’t have been, she knew all the ins and outs of doing the styles that I liked.
She noticed the surprise on my face and was confused. I asked if she was secretly a hairstylist like her sister because it was just as good as anything I’d get done at a shop, but she denied it. However, she admitted that she’d learned to do her hair from her sister when they were younger. Up until five years ago, when she got her locs, she was wearing her hair in naturally curly styles similar to how I liked to wear mine.
“Perfect as always,” I say as I admire my hair once she’s done. I stand up and gift her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, baby.”
