Page 33 of Tell Me You Love Me Again

Looking over at my husband, I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. He caught me looking at him and returned the gesture.

“Go enjoy your new house and your husband. I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up with my sister and gave Gabe my undivided attention.

“You know it wouldn’t be right if we didn’t christen this place.” I smirked.

“Oh word? Well…” he picked me up, “how about we fix that before we go back to the other house. We can stay here or the other place. We would just need to get the necessities to carry us through the night.” By this time, we were back upstairs, and I was stretched out over this big ass bed with my husband’s face lodged between my legs, sucking the life out of me.

“Oh, gawd…Gabe,” I whimpered as he flicked and swirled his tongue over my bud. I don’t see how I could ever forget this man. He did things to my body that you had no choice but to remember. Feeling myself about to succumb to the feeling that he was delivering, I braced myself by grabbing a hold of his kinky hair and grinding my pussy into his face.

“Ahh…shi…baby,” I whined as the orgasm ripped through my core.

“Mhm,” Gabe moaned, still sucking me into submission. When he got up, I didn’t have any downtime before he entered me and filling me up.

“Damn, Snook,” he groaned in my neck as he began to rock in and out of my slickness. The feeling was unimaginable, and I never wanted it to end.

Gabe had to be near his peak because the way he flipped me over and fucked me until I had no more tears was crazy. When he filled me up with his kids, I just knew that would be our baby. As he slid out of me, my body shuddered.

“You know I love you, right?” I asked. I know my actions had him second guessing himself and I couldn’t have that.

“I do, but you can say that shit again.” He smirked before kissing my lips. Silently, I thanked God for a second chance at my marriage. I promise not to fumble it this time.

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After our session at the new house, Gabe and I came home. I wanted to nap, but he wasn’t having it, so I got my ass up. It was still early, so I would pack a bag to take to the house and then shoot by Walmart to get a few essentials. I’ll go get whatever else I need tomorrow.

“You going straight to the house?” he asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“No. I’m going to go by Walmart then to my parent’s house,” I revealed.

“You want me to go with you?” he asked.

“No. I need to talk to them by myself…especially my daddy.”

“Aight, but I’m telling you now if that old ass nigga says some shit that I even feel like is disrespect, I’m knocking his ass out.” He looked me dead in the eyes, so I knew he wasn’t lying.

“Hopefully it doesn’t get to that. I’ll call you when I leave, though.”

“Bet. I’m about to shoot by the office and holla at Gary. I’m not going to do any work. I just needed to chop it up with him.” I could tell he was giving me this explanation because he felt like he needed to explain his actions. I hate that I even got him to that point.

“It’s okay if you go to work, Gabe. I promised you I wasn’t going to act like a spoiled brat anymore. If you need to work, I’ll be fine. Besides, I have a brand new house that I need to finish decorating.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he bent down to kiss me.

“And I promised you I wouldn’t be working so much if I didn’t have to. I know I cut the trip short, but we’re still on vacation so I’m not going to be long so don’t be at your people house all night.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll see you when you get back home.” Placing another kiss on his lips, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs so that I could leave. When I got into my truck, I tooka minute to reflect on things. I was really about to mess up my marriage for nothing. My father didn’t make it any better when he only egged the shit on and not say that I needed to trust my husband. I guess he feels like he’s the only one that could be a good husband.

I made my first stop at Walmart so I could grab the basics. I would hit up Sam’s tomorrow for the bulk items, even though I had stuff at home. I brought new mops and brooms because my grandmother told me to never bring those things from one house to the next. I went through each aisle, making sure that I wasn’t missing anything, before I headed to the counter to check out. While I was waiting, my mother called.

“Hey, Ma,” I answered.

“Hey baby. How you feeling?” she asked.

“I’m doing great. I’m actually in Walmart grabbing some things. I was going to stop by once I got done.”

“You’re back already?” she asked.

“I am, but we’ll talk about it when I get there.”

“Okay…” she dragged out.

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