Page 25 of His Secure Embrace
Slow.
Deep.
Inch by inch.
I filled her until she couldn’t take any more. Then I filled her some more. I wouldn’t switch positions until I felt her juices coat my dick from her orgasm.
We went round for round for round. It wasn’t until I had her standing up, legs spread, taking my dick that we’d unlocked a new reaction.
“James!” She dug her nails into the sheet as she tried to run. I gripped her neck and squeezed. She gasped.
“Why are you running?” I asked between thrusts.
“I’m about to pee!” she cried.
“No, you’re not.” I laughed. I held her closer and placed one of my feet on the mattress to change the angle. I knew with each thrust, my balls would hit her clit. The stimulation would?—
“Ooo shit!” She squirted.
I smirked. “You’re making so many messes, beautiful.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“Fuck are you apologizing for?”
“The mess?”
“Fuck these sheets. Make as many messes as you want. I don’t give a fuck about the cleanup.”
We’d fucked well into the night and early morning. It wasn’t until she laid in the starfish position I knew my baby couldn’t take anymore. I kissed her neck and pulled out of her. She tried to move despite being exhausted.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Getting up to clean myself.”
I frowned. “Why would you do that?”
“James, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you must have forgotten who the fuck I am. I was raised to clean up after myself, and that includes making sure you’re wiped down and tucked in.”
“You don’t have?—”
“Brielle, I don’t know what kind of niggas you’re used to, but I handle all the after care in this mothafucka. Lay back and let me take care of you, please.”
“Oop. Yes, sir.”
I walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Once I was clean, I grabbed two fresh towels and wet them both with hot water. I wrung them out and walked back into the bedroom. I cleaned her up, wiping between her folds and everywhere nut had gotten during our activities.
“Thank you, James.”
“Anytime, my love.”
I tossed the towels into the basket and opted not to put on clothes for either of us. I climbed into bed, tucked us both in, and smiled as she softly snored in my ear. I held her in my arms and knew I could do this for the rest of our lives.
The smell of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and southern style biscuits filled my nose. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Brielle wasn’t beside me as she had been when I fell asleep, so I figured she was the culprit for the delicious smelling breakfast filling the air. Once I’d emptied my bladder, brushed my teeth, and pulled on a pair of boxers, I went to the kitchen.
Leon Thomas’s MUTT Deluxe album played softly from her phone as she spread butter across the hot biscuits. She hummed lightly to the lyrics. I took in her appearance. She wore one of my shirts with nothing on underneath. I could tell from her smooth pubic area playing peekaboo under the hem of the shirt. Whenshe felt my presence, her head lifted slightly to greet me with a smile.
