Page 33 of The Phyre that Burns
Her encouragement sent me into another realm. Before long, I had her speaking in the tongues of an unknown origin. Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears, and I could listen to her all night.
She came so many times, I lost count, but I wanted her to cum again. I’d missed her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her back arching a foot off the bed, and her delicate hands pushing me away only to bring me back seconds later.
Our lovemaking had always been out of this world. It was something I’d never be able to explain if asked, and when she left me, I didn’t have sex with another woman for over a year. Nothing in life could be compared to being with Ginae, and I had to be one of God’s favorites because I believed He was solely responsible for this reunion.
The last time she came, she summoned my nut, and I shot my seeds deep into her womb. Everything about it was intentional, because our happily ever after started today.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
“Barely. I’m surprised you are.”
After hours of making love, we showered, changed the sheets, and fell into bed. It had been about an hour, and I’d been replaying the events of the evening, but finally starting to dozeoff. I was lying on my back with Ginae at my side. Her head was on my chest while one of her legs was draped over both of mine.
“I’m exhausted . . . physically and emotionally, but I can’t sleep.”
“I feel you. You wanna talk?”
“Do you?” she questioned, slightly lifting her head.
“Nothing has changed, Nae. I can still talk to you all night about the most random things, but I know you have questions. Ask away.”
“Are you married?”
She couldn’t see my face, but I frowned. “What kinda nigga do you think I am?”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“Yeah. With you. Now, be serious.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“No. The only person I’ve ever considered marrying is you.”
“Do you have children?”
“The only woman I’d ever bless with my seeds is you. Ask me again nine months from now.”
“Why didn’t you make me listen to your side of the story?”
“Make you? Really, Nae? How would that have looked, with you prepared to call the police, and you know exactly how that would’ve gone.”
“I was fucked up after you left. A part of me didn’t want to see your face ever again in life, but I also wished you had tried harder to explain.”
“I love you, but you’ve gotta take some accountability. I saw the pain in your eyes and heard it in your voice. You wouldn’t have been receptive to anything I said in that moment. And again, you threatened to call the police, baby. What did you expect?”
“But you could’ve given me a few days to cool off and come back.”
I chuckled. “You don’t want to take any accountability, huh?”
“I mean, you were engaged to marry another woman while we were in a relationship.”
“I can’t argue that, and when you found out about the engagement, you weren’t interested in hearing what I had to say. That part, and that part only, is on you, and I understand your reaction. If it makes you feel better about the situation, I went back to talk to you, but you had already left town.”
She sat up and put her back against the headboard, covering her breasts with the sheet. I remained lying down but turned onto my side to face her.
“Phyre, I didn’t leave until a month later. It took you that long to come back.”
“I would’ve come sooner, but I was in jail.”
