Page 44 of Through Treacherous Weather
Fatima nudged him playfully. “They are Mexicans, so they aren’t niggas.”
“They’re taco eating niggas.”
“Goodbye,” she giggled and sipped her drink.
“You meant what you said about cleaning up my spot? Shit, my body is relaxed. I’m good and full with a nice buzz. A blunt and a clean crib will do me all the way right.”
“Yes, I meant what I said.”
“I bet you don’t even clean your own crib.”
“Boy, please.” Fatima rolled her eyes upward. “I do have cleaners, but they only come twice a month. I tidy up daily.” She stuck her tongue out at him making him chuckle.
“I probably need to look into getting someone to clean for me. With an extra kid, I feel like I need to be working more but at the same time, she’s not only an extra mouth to feed, but it’s important for us to get to know one another. Trying to balance work, quality time with the kids, keeping a clean house, laundry done, I don’t see how women do this shit. And my cousin had seven damn kids.”
“Sounds like my father.”
They left the restaurant, and she followed Esco to his home. Once they were inside, Esco stood in front of her. “You sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to think I’m treating you like a slave or some shit. It’s not your job to clean up my crib.”
Fatima waved the comment off. “I offered to clean the house, Esco. I’m not a pushover. I’m not weak or a pick me. I genuinely like doing things for people, and I admire the father that you are. I don’t mind cleaning for you. I promise I don’t.”
Esco found himself moving toward Fatima. Without even knowing if she’d be cool with it, he gripped her chin in his hand before leaning in and snaking his tongue into her mouth. He had already known that Fatima was a dope person. That wasn’t new to him. But having Wise’s blessing, on top of her being a dope person, and knowing that she was crushing on him had Esco refusing to miss his blessing.
The longer he kissed her the harder his dick became, and he had to pull back. They weren’t strangers, but he didn’t want to move too fast. Fatima bit her bottom lip as they had a stare off. “I don’t want to do too much and offend you.”
“I’m not offended,” she shrugged passively.
“Word?” Esco pressed his body into hers. “I’m not out of pocket?”
“No.”
“Say less.”
The second kiss was better than the first. It was more passionate. It was deeper and harder. Their lips never parted as Esco walked Fatima to his bedroom. He had been too busy and tired that day to even make his bed, but his sheets were clean. The pair broke the kiss to undress, and he retrieved a condom from his nightstand. There was no question about birth control because even if she was on it, he was still strapping up. Of course, he didn’t want an STD, though he was willing to bet Fatima was clean, he damn sure didn’t want anymore kids at the moment.
If a woman approached him with a positive pregnancy test, he was sure he’d drop dead from a heart attack. It would probably be another couple of years before he would even feel comfortable enough to ejaculate inside of a woman. After securing the condom, Esco ogled Fatima’s naked body.
“Damn you sexy as fuck,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
Fatima sauntered over to him while ignoring the butterflies in her belly. She was nervous but in a good way. Fatima laid on the bed, and Esco placed a trail of kisses from her stomach up to her breasts. Fatima only had A cups, but that didn’t stop him from devouring them. All he needed was a mouthful. Fatima dragged her nails lightly down his back. When he lifted his head, she began to suck on his ear while he gently strummed her clit. She was moist as hell, and Esco was ready to feel her. When she cupped the sides of his face and tongued him down, he took the opportunity to push into her. She was snug and drenched. As he pushed all the way inside her, Fatima moaned into his mouth.
Esco’s strokes starred off slow and steady but soon, he was stroking her savagely. He placed a kiss on her chin before moving his mouth over to suck on her neck. Fatima locked her legs around his waist, and Esco sexed her like a mad man.
“You feel so good,” Fatima moaned meaning every word.
“You feel better,” he whispered before parting her lips with his tongue. Esco kissed her through an orgasm that damn near had her hyperventilating. The act wasn’t even over, and it was hands down the best sex she’d ever had.
“Esco,” she moaned against his lips as her pussy began to spasm. “Escooooooooo.”
“Shit, baby,” he mumbled as her walls gripped him tighter.
The moment the grip loosened, he turned her over on her side and got behind her. Esco placed one arm around her neck putting her in a headlock from behind, and he pushed into her. His hold on her neck grew tighter, and she gripped the edge of the bed and threw the ass back at him. The subtle moans he released turned her on.
Esco kissed the back of her neck. “Can I get this pussy anytime I want it?” he asked before French kissing her ear.
The pleasure was so intense, Fatima couldn’t give a verbal answer. When he lifted one of her legs and pushed himself in deeper, she gripped the mattress tighter. Rolling onto his back, Esco pulled Fatima on top of him, and she rode him in the reverse cowgirl position. Her yoga moves came in handy when she put her chest flat on the bed, placed the perfect arch in her back, with her ass high in the air. Esco palmed Fatima’s cheeks as she twerked on his dick.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned like she was the best dick rider in Diamond Cove. “You ‘bout to get this shit up out of me.”
