Page 54 of Lost In London

We were communicating.

I know speaking in touching is a sacred conversation between a person and God but what about being able to speak things to your lover in a way that they only understood through the passion transferred from their mouth? The Bible does say that there’s life and death in the power of the tongue.

At this moment I felt the life seeds Quincey was planting on the soil I used to feel was empty. Each caress of his tongue against mine was him speaking to the feminine parts of me. Reassuring me that I could be soft and all things that made me a woman without feeling ashamed about it like people have made me feel in the past. That with him, I could stay in my softness because he had the jagged edges to make me strong.

His plump lips sucking on mine made me delirious and had me moaning explicites in the middle of this parking garage but it also gave me this sense of pride. Knowing that I could do anything if I stayed connected to the source. Every fantasy and dream I’ve had about romance since a little girl to now, it was possible with him. Though the way he sucked on my tongue and moaned in my mouth might’ve been translated differently to someone else’s ears, it was a promise that let me know that I am worthy of having my true heart’s desires.

Our parking lot make-out session eased into us swaying side to side. His arm wrapped around my waist and the other held my hand up like we were in the middle of doing the waltz. I wasn’t embarrassed or focused on the outside world to care what anyone might think passing us by. I was so enamored and transfixed on this man that I didn’t have the brain capacity to focus on anyone but him.

“I don’t know what it is but I’m falling in love with what you’re doing to me.” I felt no shame saying those words. That’s how free and bold he made me feel.

Us dancing to our own beat, him humming this tune of peace and surrender, all I could do was rest my head on his chest. He hadn’t said a word but his aurora of strength was strong enough. It was almost unpalatable in the beginning. Leaving me wonton but God was slowly answering my prayers when it came to him.

I asked Him to teach me how to receive everything when it came to Quincey and He showed me how through peace.

“I’m ruining you.” His deep baritone sung low in my ear, covering my entire body in goosebumps. “Showing you that I can make love to you without the physical penetration of your body but by penetrating your mind and heart.” He forgot to mention my soul. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Lifting my chin he leaned down brushing his lips over mine.

“So you’re ruining me only for you, huh?” I found that to be so sexy.

Like yassss!

Ruin me, please.

Slaughter my entire existence.

“I’ll do it over and over again.” Feeling his smile against my lips as he pecked me into a blissful haze, I had to pinch myself.

This wasn’t a dream.

He is really real and I’m really here.

“Isn’t that selfish?” I wanted him to be selfish with me.

“With you, London, I’ll forever be that.”

My poor ovaries and heart.

“However.” We stopped moving and he looked down at me with a seriousness that made me swallow a nervous lump. “Get rid of your protective blanket, London. This, us, won’t bloom into what it can fully be until you release those fears. I’m not going to play tag team with her. You understand?”

Oh, he meant Olena.

If I’m being honest, I already had the words in my head that I was going to say to her after he smacked my booty. Besides, that relationship was doing more harm than good anyway. It was built on the pretenses of me living a lie and I was hurting her by doing so.

I nodded with a big smile. “Yes, I understand. So that means you’re my boyfriend?” Gosh, I felt so damn giddy.

“Nah, baby.” He pecked my poked out bottom lip.

Just hurt my little feelings then.

“Quincey,” I yelped giggling as he scooped me up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and arms anchored safely around his neck.

“I’m not your boy anything.” He smirked. “I’m your man and yes, we go together real bad.” His sense of humor had me tickled and holding on tighter trying not to fall as he started walking and me laughing my heart out. “I’m your man, baby. Your protector.” He kissed me after each word leaving me more delirious than the first. “I’m your gardener. Your covering and prayer warrior. I’m your provider and secrets keeper. I’m your lover and father to our children. I’m whatever you need me to be.”

I was so stunned and focused on him that I hadn’t paid attention to where he had walked us. It was only when he tapped my thigh did my love haze clear and saw we were at the riverfront. Blinking, I looked around and my heart dropped to my toes. It picked itself back up and dropped again. There was a pathway made from roses leading to a gondola ride.

“Qu, are we getting on this?” My bottom lip started to tremble.

Taking my hand in his, he kissed my cheek and started walking. “We are.” Walking on the roses, holding his hand, seeing the gondolier waiting with a bouquet in his hand. The night wasn’t over but this has been the best date of my life.

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