Page 49 of Absolute Fulfillment
“Didn’t we just establish you weren’t taking your meds? Why would I even allow yo?—”
“Yeen gotta allow shit.” I tucked my bottom lip under my teeth, allowing my hand to go from her hip to the space underher gown I knew would drive me insane. She had on underwear today, but I didn’t give a fuck. Those motherfuckers were getting pushed right to the side.
“Rennix.”
“Shh. Just let me feel something, Cay.” I felt myself begging, fingertips digging into her flesh.
“Fine.” She acted reluctant but eased backward to free me from my sweats. My shit was standing at attention, waiting on her to come down on this motherfucker. For a moment, she hovered, forcing her underwear to the side, then she eased down on me. It felt like she was taking me home, like I hadn’t been inside her in forever.
She was full, head back and body losing itself when I gripped her hips and she started riding me slowly to a beat only she knew in her head. Whatever it was had her hips brushing against me while she hummed through the words, hands locked in mine.
The ecstasy I saw in her expression had me ready to cum, but the need for her to get hers off first had me holding it. Shit was killing me too because Caya fit me to perfection. Body holding me hostage snugly because inside her was where I belonged. I knew she was on the brink from the way her body tensed when I leaned forward, kissing her flesh. “You gonna fuck us both up if you don’t slow down,” I warned, feeling the familiar euphoric high taking over my own being. I began to slam into her from the bottom, controlling everything she felt while threatening to send myself over the edge as well.
“Cum with me baby, please,” she begged, her body pulling the nut of me without my permission. Everything about this woman owned me because at her insistence, we came together, her so out of breath that she collapsed against me.
“Are you okay?” she asked after finally finding her breath.
“Yeah, don’t ask me that shit no more. I’m straight. You’re the one who needed a minute. I told you the longer you made me wait, the worse this was about to be.”
She laughed. “You should still be waiting. You still have stitches.”
“Those stitches didn’t stop anything.”
She didn’t respond but instead snuggled closer to me.
“What are you thinking about?” I found myself asking that corny shit because I really did wanna know what was on her mind.
“Something my therapist said. She said you’re not supposed to find or put your home in others, that your foundation within yourself has to be enough for home to be within.”
“I disagree. Because if you can’t put your home in who you lay next to, then what he fuck you lying next to them for?”
She lifted her head, staring at me. “So, it’s okay if my home is in you?”
“Hell yeah, as long as you know mine is in you. It’s a matter of belonging and knowing who and what is for you.”
She giggled. “Are you sure you have never done this before?”
“Done what before?”
“Been in a relationship. You say all of the right things, Rennix, and God, you make me feel…” Her sentence trailed off. “Are you sure?”
“Positive, but for the right motherfucker you do things differently.”
She nodded, chin damn near stabbing me in my chest. “Well thank you for doing things differently. It’s appreciated.”
“It better be. Now stop catching them fucking attitudes with me.”
“Stop giving me reasons to.”
“Aight. You got that.”
A giggle escaped her lips as she leaned down and pressed them against mine.
I was almost off to sleep when I heard my phone vibrate against the nightstand. She was already asleep, so I maneuvered to grab the phone without waking her. When I finally got it, I answered. At this time of night it had to be my brother.
“Lemme get this straight. You got your ass shot in my city and ain’t tell me? I had to hear it from G? That doesn’t even sound right, bro.”
I chuckled lightly. I knew I’d be hearing from Kinga at some point. Nothing went on in Chicago without him knowing. “Man, it happened so fast.”
