Page 48 of Isn't She Lucky
I unzip my jeans and step out of them.
He pulls down his sweats and kicks them across the floor.
And then he lifts me, carries me to the sofa and we crash, ignite and burn. He connected his body to mine so quickly, I hardly had time to register what was happening. I knew what I felt – him thick and heavy, claiming me as his possession. Telling me I’m his without saying a word. Showing me how crazy he is about me.
My poor sofa ain’t never seen this much action. The springs holla for relief as he moves his body like he’s done this a million times before when I know he hasn’t. It’s so good, I think the sofa is moving from its original position. Making love to my person, my husband, is the most pleasurable feeling I’ve ever experienced. It’s bliss. It’s—
“Kasim!”
“Giada!”
Our bodies explode in unison. I pant, holding him tightly as he’s still moving his body with skill, riding the sensations gripping his body. When he finally stops, he breathes heavily against my neck before propping himself up on his elbows,kissing my lips briefly, then he connects his eyes to mine and smiles.
“I love you, G.”
With my heart full of love, I smile back and reply, “I love you, too, Kase.”
Epilogue
Five Years Later
The smell offood has me ready to get out of bed first thing in the morning. Giada is probably making cinnamon pancakes, topped with whipped cream because I smell spices. My life with Giada has always been nothing but bliss. Sure, we’ve had our challenges like any other marriage, but it’s nothing that has left us wounded. Everything we’ve gone through has brought us closer together and proved we were still choosing each other over and over again.
I rub my eyes before opening them to see a set of big eyes staring down at me and a smile that lights up my heart.
“Hi, Da-deee.”
“Amaya, what are you doing up here, little girl?”
My daughter is four, going on ten. I told her a million times not to climb the stairs, even though Giada thinks she’s advanced enough to do it. She is, but my overprotective nature still says no.
“Her said Iposedto come get you.”
“You crawled up the stairs?”
“Mmm-hmmm. It was a piece of cake!”
“You know Daddy doesn’t want you on the stairs, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because you could fall and hurt yourself, and then daddy will be sad. Do you want Daddy to be sad?”
“No. I sorry, Da-dee.”
“It’s okay, beautiful,” I say, squeezing a giggle out of her. And then I tickle her breathless – her little laugh brightening my day. She’s so beautiful like her mother – even has her mannerisms. My son will probably have mine. In a few months, I guess I’ll find out.
I sit up, stretch and take my daughter in my arms. She curls her body into mine. At this young age, I’m her safe place, and she’s a daddy’s girl. In fact, she’s the sweetest little thing with her pigtails and cute little outfits. She stole her mother’s entire face. Just when I didn’t think I couldn’t love anyone as much as I love Giada, Amaya came along, surprising us with her presence. As soon as I laid eyes on her, my soul opened and took her in, the same way it holds an infinite amount for her mother.
Taking the stairs one at a time, Amaya sings her ABCs while hugging my neck. She’s been practicing – gearing up for school in the fall. When I step into the kitchen, I see my other favorite people – Giada and her protruding belly, housing my son. I lower Amaya to her seat at the table and then walk over to Giada. I press my lips to her temple before dipping my mouth to her lips, taking a long, deep, satisfyingly sweet kiss while Amaya giggles.
Giada says, “We’ve got to be more discreet in front of her.”
“No, we don’t. She needs to see how a man is supposed to treat the woman he loves, so when some knucklehead tries to get her attention, she’ll know what to look for.”
“Knowing you, you’re not going to let her look for anything.”
“For as long as possible.”
