Page 91 of Certified Pressure 3
At first, she froze, like she wanted to fight it, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. I felt her breathin’ shift, her lips partin’ against mine, and her hands slidin’ up my chest until her fingers hooked around my neck. She pulled me down to her, kissin’ me back like all that hate just turned into somethin’ she couldn’t hold anymore.
It was desperate and messy, and a kiss that came from two people who been hurtin’ each other for too long but still couldn’t let go. She tried to push me off, her hands pressin’ against my chest, her voice breakin’ as she said, “Stop.” I didn’t. I grabbed her waist, and she hit me once, tears spillin’ down her face.
Then she slapped me.
It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it stopped me for a second. Her chest was heavin’, her lips tremblin’, and her whole body shakin’ like she was fightin’ everything inside her. I caught her hand before she could pull it back to slap me again, and kissed the back of it slow, never takin’ my eyes off hers.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her voice still tremblin’. “Don’t do that.”
I kissed her hand again, then pulled her close until her face was inches from mine.
“Why you always do this to me?” she whispered, tears rollin’ down her cheeks.
My voice came out low, rough, but honest. “’Cause I can’t live without you.”
She exhaled hard, like those words broke somethin’ inside her, and before she could say anything else, I kissed her again.
This time she didn’t fight me. She grabbed my face, cryin’ and kissin’ me at the same time, like she hated me and needed me all in the same breath.
All that anger we had been holdin’ on to fell apart right there. I felt her hands slide up my chest, and I knew she was gone. Hell, I was gone too.
I kept kissing her while my hand found her waist, pullin’ her closer, and feelin’ that curve of her belly between us. I led her toward the bedroom, never breakin’ the kiss, or lookin’ away from her. By the time we got in there, she was breathin’ harder and I was already pullin’ my shirt over my head.
She sat on the edge of the bed, starin’ at me like she was tryna figure out if this was real. Her eyes looked soft and tired, but full of love and pain. I knew she wanted to fight it, but she couldn’t. Neither of us could.
I climbed on the bed, and her gown slid up as I moved closer. Her stomach was round and perfect, and I leaned down to kiss it. The warmth of her skin against my lips made me feel some shit I couldn’t explain. She placed her hand on the side of my face, and I turned to kiss her palm.
“I missed you,” I whispered, but she didn’t respond. She just looked at me with those eyes that always said more than her words ever did.
I kissed her thighs next, slow and gentle, takin’ my time with every inch of her skin. When I made my way up to her neck, I started suckin’ on it, feelin’ her hand grip my shoulder like she didn’t want me to stop. Her gown slipped lower until it was gone, and I tossed it somewhere on the floor. I ain’t give a fuck where it landed. I took off the rest of my clothes, even my jewelry, lettin’ it hit the floor. None of that shit mattered right now.
When I looked back at her, she was layin’ there, breathin’ soft now and lookin’ up at me like she was scared to blink. I leaned over her, careful not to put too much weight on her stomach, and kissed her again.
“Pressure…” she whispered, her voice shakin’.
I slid inside her slow, makin’ sure she was ready. The second I did, my whole body tensed up. Her pussy felt so fuckin’ wet and warm that I almost came in her that fast. It was too much. It was too perfect. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold it in, but after a few strokes, I had to pull out and grip my dick tight just to stop from cummin’.
She reached down, grabbed my dick, and guided me back in. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time, and the way she looked at me made my dick ache. I started movin’ again, slower this time, like I wanted every second to last.
“I love you,” I whispered to her.
She wrapped her arms around me, her lips brushin’ against my ear. “I love you too,” she whispered.
I froze for a second, starin’ down at her. I ain’t heard her say that shit since last year.
“What you say?” I asked, my voice low.
She looked up at me with wet eyes, and said it again. “I love you too, Pressure.”
All that pride, and pain I been holdin’ in fell apart. I pressed my forehead to hers and kissed her like I ain’t never kissed another woman in my life.
Tears slid down her cheeks, and I kissed them as I kept movin’ inside her. Every breath, sound and touch felt like it meant somethin’. It wasn’t just sex. It was all the love and hurt we never got to express.
When I finally came, it hit me hard. My whole body shook, and before I knew it, tears was slidin’ down my face too. I tried tohide ‘em, but I couldn’t. I stayed inside her, breathin’ heavy, and feelin’ her heartbeat against mine.
For a long time, neither of us said anything. I just held her, my hand restin’ on her stomach. The room felt calm, and for a minute, it felt like we was back to being us again.
Then I noticed something her stomach felt real tight.
