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DUKE
I kissedMahogany on the forehead for a second time, letting my lips linger there for a couple of seconds. Damn, I missed this. She climbed into the shower with me a couple of seconds ago. Fully clothed. She was emotional. Sad because Eve had caught her off guard with a visit and had stuck her nose in business that had nothing to do with her.
It might’ve been fucked up, mefindingcomfort in herneedingcomfort but it was the truth. I did. I hadn’t felt my wife’s body against mine like this in a nice little minute. Did I give a damn about her being clothed? Hell naw. I wasn’t on freak shit. It just felt good to know that regardless of what she thought, or felt about me, I was still a safe space for her.
I ran my hands down the length of her body, going for the waistband of her pants. She stood there, body steady pressed against mine, arms wrapped around my waist, eyes closed and let me pull them down. Once her bottoms were off I went for her shirt. Then was the only time she pulled her arms from around me. Slowly, I undid each button and reached behind to unhook her bra once it was off. The minute she was undressed, her arms went back around me, and she exhaled. Again, I pressed my lipsagainst her forehead and allowed her to hold me for as long as she needed.
When her grip loosened a bit, I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers. Tilting her head back a little, she asked for my lips, and I gave them to her. Damn. Been a minute since she’d initiated a kiss too. Pivoting away from the water, I pinned her up against the wall and kissed her long and deep. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into my mouth. Gripping her ass cheeks, I lifted her from the showers floor, and she straddled me. Because my dick was hard as soon as she pressed her body against mine, it stabbed at her pussy. But I was a gentleman and didn’t immediately slide her pussy down on it.
I wanted to give her the intimacy I knew she was craving. She didn’t get into the shower with me because she wanted to fuck. She got in because she needed a hug. Mahogany always needed a hug after dealing with her mother. Didn’t matter the circumstances. Eve left her exhausted as hell and I knew it was because they had bad history. Bad history I knew everything about because I happened to be a part of it. Not only that but she had therapy today and I knew that had drained her emotionally, too.
She moaned into my mouth and changed the tempo of her kiss into one of a sultry dance. When she sucked on my bottom lips and gyrated her hips, I knew the mood had switched. I placed my hands underneath her ass cheeks and slowly lifted her to position her on top of my dick. She hooked her arms around my neck and gasped when I hit the bottom of her pussy. Bending my knees a little for leverage, I kept my hands planted on her ass, slowly guiding her up and down.
“Damn,” I mumbled against her lips, as she contracted her pussy muscles as I moved her up and down, driving a nigga crazy.
I gave her slow, deep, passionate strokes. Made love because I knew that was what she needed. Wanted her to know, through every stroke, that she could always come to me whenever, for whatever although I knew she knew that already. I just… you know… wanted to reiterate that. If there ever came a time in life where she felt like she couldn’t, she could. I didn’t know where life was taking us. So, the slow deep strokes? They weren’t only for her. They were for me too.
I wanted to savor the moment. Didn’t want to rush. I wanted to feel every inch of her juicy, phat pussy. I sat in it. Gyrated my hips, making sure I felt everything. The way that spongy part of her pussy grazed against the tip of my dick. The way the ripples and grooves hugged me. The creamy wetness. I fuckin’ loved it. Never wanted to be without it. Couldn’t imagine a life where I didn’t get to feel it. It was mine. I knew where to hit, how hard to hit it, how long to sit there… knew what it took to make her squirt. Knew what to do to get her to cream. Knew everything about it.
Leaning down, I put my nose against the side of her neck and inhaled. Shit. I loved everything about the woman. The way she felt in my hands. The way she smelled. The way she moaned against my ear when I stabbed at that spongy part of her pussy. The way she dug her nails into the top of my back when she came. Every. Fucking. Thing.
She wrapped her legs around me and I slowly pulled them a part, wanting her spread eagle against the wall. She gasped and I whispered in her ear, “I got you, baby.”
Literally, figuratively, mentally, spiritually. In every way possible. I had Mahogany. Didn’t matter that she’d been giving a nigga grief since she came home. Didn’t matter that I spent days sleeping on an uncomfortable couch in the man-cave. Didn’t matter that she didn’t trust me. I had her. I loved her. Fully. Wholey. Unconditionally. Would kiss the ground the womanwalked on if she asked me to. Sometimes I thought it was guilt that made me love her the way I did but it wasn’t. It was her. Just her. Was I making up for the shit I did in the past? The missed opportunities to love her correctly? Abso-fucking-lutely. Not just for her neither. For me. Couldn’t believe I was out here fucking on bitches, and I had this at home. Mahogany was the total package.
I ran my tongue over the side of her neck and slowly sucked. She moaned again and said, “Ducati… I’m—I’m slipping?—”
“I told you,” I said with a pause, after hiking her up the wall a little, careful not to slip on the slippery shower floor. “I got you.”
Bending my knees a little more, I gripped her thighs and continued to give her strokes. Our eyes met and there was so much behind hers. Hunger. Pain. Ecstasy. She held me captive there, under a trance that only Mahogany could put me under. I stared; stuck there full of emotion I never expressed to her. I was in pain. Deep pain. Pain because I was afraid of losing her. Not because of the baby, but shit… just because. She had no idea of how much I loved her. She had no idea what she meant to me. What this meant to me. It was a privilege being in between her legs.
Sliding out of her, I moved my hands from underneath her ass to her waist before sliding her up the wall. She gasped, gripped the back of my head and laughed a little.
“Duke—oh my…God,” she purred once my lips touched her pretty little puffy pussy.
I kissed her there.
Softly.
Delicately. And then I tongue kissed it. Swirled my tongue around her pearl, scooping up her juices with passion. She shook against me. I held her tighter.
Before I could slide back inside of her, she held onto my shoulders and jumped down. With her bottom lip pinchedbetween her teeth, she bent over and looked at me. Standing behind her, I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them a part, and slowly slid back into her pussy. With my lips tightly pressed together, I closed my eyes and shook my head. Damn she felt good. Slowly, she moved back and forth on my dick, clenching her pussy muscles with every move. I let go of her ass and gripped her waist, trying to control the pace but she slammed her ass back on me, asserting control.
I let her have it.
Pivoting, I rested against the wall. She placed her hands on the shower glass and gyrated her hips in circular motions, fucking me. I stood there, taking it, trying to control my nut. Didn’t last long.
When she moaned, “Mmhmm. Give me that fuckin’ dick,” I damn near came right then and there. Gripping her waist, I gave her exactly what she wanted. Slammed my dick in and out of her, knocking my balls against her wet ass pussy. She squirted—I kept going. She slipped—I caught her before she could fall.
Slowing my tempo, I leaned forward over her back, gyrating my hips. Kissing the top of her back, I told her, “I love you.”
She moaned, “I love—love you too… Oh my God you so deep.”
I gripped her ass cheeks and dug deeper. She slapped the shower glass. Legs quivered. Body shook. And she squirted again.
“Fuck. This pussy somuthafuckin…” I frowned, pulled out, and slapped my dick on her ass cheeks. She looked over her shoulder at me, whimpered, and begged me to put it back in. I listened. Couldn’t help but to listen. Shit sounded like music to my ears.
