“You gon’ cum on this dick, baby?”
“Mm-hmm!”
“Let me see it. You know you gotta get yours first before I get mine. Let her talk to me.”
She wound her hips and threw her ass back. I rocked my hips into her, feeling her walls suck me in while trying not to cumfirst. I swear I’d never felt pussy this good in my life. Everything about this woman had my fucking head floating on cloud nine. I dipped my knees to dig a little deeper and felt her body vibrating against me.
“Mm-hmm, daddy knows how to make that pussy cum, don’t he?” I asked, kissing her neck and hitting her with a few more strokes before pulling out and dropping my load on her ass.
“Shit, Ghana. You drive me crazy, baby.”
“Not as crazy as you drive me. Believe that.”
She turned and looked at me. “I love you.”
I smiled and bit my lip to keep from blushing like a girl. “I love you too, baby. For real.” I kissed her lips as we cleaned up and exited the restroom.
“A’ight, shorty. You ready to ride out?” I asked Ros as she sat on her new bike. We had been sitting in front of the shop for twenty minutes now. I could see the nervousness on her face, and I tried not to laugh. “If you scared, we can wait.”
“No, . . . no, I got this.”
“Okay. Start it up. Remember to go slow and steady until you feel comfortable, a’ight? I’ll be right beside you.”
“Okay. I’m ready.” She started up, and I showed her how it worked, what to do, and how to become one with the bike. I then climbed on my bike and nodded for her to go first. When she pulled off, I smiled at how the bike wiggled a little before she got a hold of it and rode at a steady pace. It wasn’t long before we went a little faster, and I was proud to see her riding. Nichellewouldn’t be caught dead on a bike. Her ass wouldn’t even get on the back of mine.
This thing between Autumn and me showed me the difference in my relationship with Nich and her. Autumn was willing and ready to try new things; she paid attention to shit I was interested in and never looked at me differently.
I loved everything about her sexy ass, and I couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t scary as fuck that I fell so deep, so fast after that bullshit with Nich, but Autumn made this shit feel real—effortless.
We cruised the streets together, side by side, until we ended up downtown at the riverwalk. We sat by the water, looking out at the setting sun, my arms wrapped around her, feeling at peace.
“I missed my session yesterday,” I told her, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
“You did. You want to talk now?”
I nodded.
“Okay, let me take off my biker babe hat.” She pretended to take off the hat and put another one on. “Doctor Autumn Blake hat is on. Tell me how you’re feeling today, Mr. Abara.”
My eyes roved over her face as I stared in pure admiration at this woman. She opened doors I had since shut, locked, and buried the key to. She made me feel vulnerable around her and safe enough to express myself without being judged.
I didn’t know what was happening in the universe for her to just fall into my lap and heal parts of me that I never knew were possible, but I had to give it to the Creator for trusting me with one of His top-tier angels.
“How are you like this?”
“Like what?”
“So . . . I don’t know fucking know, man. I feel like I don’t deserve somebody like you for all the bad shit I’d done in mylife. You make me feel shit that I’d never had before. I was with Nichelle for two years, and she never made me feel like I could fully open my heart to her. Nichelle’s actions were superfluous, like she was trying too hard to impress and hide the elephant between us by overdoing shit.
“With you, I don’t feel like a shoe about to drop. You listen to me, try to learn me, and meet me where I am. When I feel like shit is getting too much, it's like you’re there to catch me before I can even touch that dark space. I know this may sound crazy, but according to my medical history, I’m a crazy motherfucka. But I want you to be my wife. I want to have kids with you and wake up to you every morning.
“The shit is so potent that I feel like I finally found my peace.” I could see her eyes mist as a soft smile spread across her lips. Her forehead dropped to mine, and she nuzzled her nose against mine.
“I don’t know why either, baby. But being raised by a pastor and first lady made me look at life differently—people differently. They put all the good in me but still allowed me to mess up while correcting me. I’m not perfect. And I want you to know that I’m scared, too, but I know that whatever is happening between us is meant to be. My parents always told me to do it scared. If it doesn’t work out, then it was never meant to be, and at least I tried. God is moving in your life, Ghana. Embrace Him, and whatever He’s doing to make this happen, let Him. You deserve to give love and to be loved.”
I smiled. “Are we ready for promises? Or we still pinky swearing?”
She laughed. “I think we upgraded to promise status a long time ago.”