“Shit, I was hoping I was healing you. Making you feel the way I do when I’m wit’ you.”
“That’s what you’re doing and I never thought that healing would be so unsettling.”
“That’s the part no one tells you. You get used to the neglect. To the toxicity of your previous interactions and normalcy will feel foreign. It takes a lot for that feeling to wane but I hope like me you’re in it for the long haul.”
“I am, I just pray you have the patience to deal with me.”
“The last thing you have to worry about is me not being man enough or strong enough to handle what comes with you. I got my own shit we might have to reckon with so I’m asking the same of you.”
“We've got this.” Her smile was soft and her voice was low and the mood shifted when she softly uttered that affirmation.
“I ain’t trying to cross the line, Phro, but I want to kiss you so bad right now.”
“You're asking?” Her voice dropped lower, her faces coming closer to mine.
“Damn near begging.”
“Let me brush—”
“Girl, you overthinking. I ain’t the type of nigga to be pissed if your breath ain’t minty fresh. My tongue has been in your pussy already Phro, get out your head and say yes.”
“Yes, you don’t have to ask.”
APHRODITE
I FELT SO unsophisticated.
Technically, I was but I didn’t want to be. Not with him. Not right now. I wanted to be as comfortable with this as I was with him in every other aspect of this relationship we had. I was overthinking and I knew I needed to calm down.
“You tense, Phro.”
His hand went to my cheek and his thumb swiped gently across it.
“I know I’m in my head.”
His tenderness demanded my honesty and there was no other way I could be with him. It was too easy to be in a place of vulnerability with Anthony because he had no issue with showing me his softer side. I could be that way and know he wouldn’t use it against me.
Anthony leaned back, which was exactly what I didn’t want him to do but he kept his hand on my face. “I’m pressing you?”
I scoot closer needing the distance between us to be as negligible as possible. “No. I’m going to get a complex if we don’t end up doing something before you leave me again.”
“You plotting on my dick, Phro? Here I am being a gentleman and you wanna be fast.”
“I want to be connected to you in one of the deepest ways.”
“I know what you mean but I can’t help but feel you’re complimenting my dick when you say that, Phro.”
I swallowed the words that threatened to spew out in a way that made me look awkward. Instead, I reached over and stroked his dick having wanted to do it when I first got to feelit. He groaned and I made my move to sit on his lap. Anthony’s hands rested on my hips and I watched his nose flare as the temperature between the two of us increased.
I rubbed my body against him and he stilled my hips before lifting his slightly so I could feel him completely. It was my turn to moan as he smiled arrogantly.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I just feel hot. Overwhelmed almost.”
I pulled the robe off my shoulders and was left with a button-up short-sleeve silk shirt that matched my shorts. He didn’t hesitate and his hands cupped my breast through the fabric before he leaned over and licked my lip. I’d expected a kiss and damn near chased after his mouth, which put another smile on his face. I pouted hoping it would force him to give me what I wanted but he just held my hips steady and ground his dick into me teasingly.
“In a good way?”