Page 18 of Tempted to Love You
“Ooh, this looks good. What’s in the omelet?”
“Cheese, spinach, and tomatoes. Mine has those things plus mushrooms. Would you like orange or apple juice? I have both or water if you’d like that.”
“Ooh, I like all of that in my omelet. Can I have apple juice, please?”
Switching my plate with Latia’s, I smile while leaning to kiss her lips, and my dick twitches in response.
“You can have everything you want from me, mama.”
“Thank you, Rakai.” Latia’s breathy tone has a smirk sliding into place before I walk away to retrieve her juice and my water.
“Ten years ago, I thought I had life figured out and a woman who would go through the trenches with me. It goes to show that women aren’t the only ones to fall for a manipulator. My ex sold me so many pipe dreams about our future that I should be suing her ass for fraud. I know it seems like I’m moving too fast and my feelings for you aren’t real. However, I’ve lived long enough to know and understand the skipping of my heartbeat whenever you’re around. I also don’t believe that it was by happenstance that I was the person to stop Kodak that night.”
I stop talking when Latia’s hand soothingly runs up and down mine. We’re currently sitting Indian-style on my bed, which would be comical under normal conditions due to our nude state. Yet, the heaviness floating around the room erases any thought of comedy from the equation. Latia’s rapt attentionis on me, and the comfort shining in her eyes motivates me to express my next thought.
“Long before I saw you, I felt your presence, and it’s what’s been fueling my actions since that day. I’m just praying it’s not too overwhelming for you.”
“While my feelings are increasing by the day, I’m not yet at the point of love. I’m also not one to question or judge a person’s feelings, so you’re good. As long as you respect, appreciate, esteem, nurture me, and continue cultivating what we’re building, we’ll be fine.”
“Then we’re definitely gonna be fine. If my ex didn’t teach me anything else, she taught me how to listen to the spoken and unspoken words a woman expresses.”
“Good. What is it you need from the woman you’re with? It’s important for me not only to receive what you have to offer but also to provide whatever you need.”
“It’s simple. All I need is loyalty, affection, quality time, and consistency, which my past relationships lacked. I also enjoy witnessing the beauty in things that others often take for granted. It’s why I had you moon gazing not long ago.”
“So do I, which I know you know after our date. Take me on a nature walk, stargazing, or to an art gallery any day, and I’d be one happy woman.”
Hearing Latia’s words has a lopsided grin forming at our mutual appreciation of art and nature. My appreciation for simple things, including art, came from being locked down for five years and not having the privilege of enjoying those things.
Latia
AWeek Later…
“Do you feel that? I love the fuck out of you, mama. This thing is forever because I’m gonna marry you. I’ll wait for you to catch up, but when you do, it’s me and you ‘til death do us part.”
“Mm.” The moan is my only capable response due to Rakai’s dick pushing in and out of my honeypot with slow precision.
Having Rakai stare into my eyes while stroking me slowly and rhythmically has me seconds from confessing the three words echoing in my mind.
“I love you, mama. I need you to hear the sentiments of my heart with every one of my actions. Can you do that for me?”
“Ra—bae.”
Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling of Rakai’s lovingly gentle strokes, causing my brain to short circuit.
“Earth to Latia,” Mom’s voice pierces my ears, cutting into my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Did you hear anything I said to you in the last ten minutes?”
Well, no. I was thinking about Rakai’s dick and how he had me nearly begging God to help me as he beat my pussy out ofthe frame. Shit, I thought when we began all sweet and gingerly that he would stay that way. Nope, that lasted just thirty minutes before he got his third or fourth wind. Hell, I wasn’t sure. I just know that he had me seeing black spots and sucking my thumb, ready to take an afternoon nap. When we went back to sleep, my body ached in all the right places. Boy, did it hurt so good!
“Sorry. What were you saying?”
“I saw your article about that charity gala you attended. I didn’t know anything about the organization but have been contemplating sending them a donation because I love what they’re doing.”
A smile turns up my lips because my article has been gaining attention from more than just my mother, and I’m excited about what it means forBending Minds, Reshaping Hearts.
