Page 26 of Enigma
“I know, I know,” I responded, chuckling at my own ridiculousness.
My initial plan was to shower, eat dinner, and see what had been going on with my woman while we cuddled, but still, an insatiably urgent need was taking over my body, and all I could think of in this moment was being buried deep in her before I could pass go and collect my thoughts. I maneuvered Yanna until she was inmy lap in nothing but Calvin Klein bikini panties, her breasts pressed against my chest, my dick getting harder by the second, our breathing ragged with need, her eyes sparkling with adoration. Getting the hint, Yanna reached between us, unbuckled my belt and slacks as I lifted us both just enough to push my slacks and boxer briefs down enough to free my rock hard dick that knew home was near. Yanna pushed her panties to the side and lined my throbbing dick up with her wet pussy, sitting completely the fuck down, taking every inch on the way down. Dana told me about some super nasty grind Yanna did when they were intimate that had her ready to propose and just as the conversation played in my head, Yanna started to do just that, grind on my dick so nasty that my head shot up so that I could look at this nasty bitch ride my me like she had nothing to lose and everything to gain by milking my dick for every drop. I don’t think there’s a word in the dictionary to describe what this feels like, but imagine putting your hand in the softest, warmest, wettest, snug glove that happens to rotate and massage your hand at the right speed with just the right amount of pressure. That is what the fuck Yanna was doing to my dick right now, and if she didn’t stop, I was going to shoot a week’s worth of semen in her immediately.
Finally collecting enough of my thoughts to warn her, I spoke, “Yanna, baby, whatever the fuck you’re doing on my dick, you better fucking relax before I paint these walls.”
“Do it,” she replied, taking my words as a challenge, increasing the speed and pressure just slightly, grabbing me by my throat as she looked me in my eyes, “Do it, Daddy. Cum all in and over this pussy, right now,” she demanded seductively.
I tried to hold off my orgasm, but her merciless walls clamped down on me as she talked me through it with nothing but filth pouring from her mouth effortlessly, causing me to empty the clip deep inside her, screaming every obscenity I could muster. My release triggered hers as she screamed my name and gushed all over me, wetting us both up. Dana, didn’t lie, I had every intention of calling my jeweler tomorrow, I was marrying Layanna, I just needed her to get on board.
“I missed you so much,” I announced, kissing the woman who was now an enigma to me.
“I missed you more,” she replied, her eyes filled with love, lust, and satiation.
Finally separating, we headed to the shower and got cleaned up, where I couldn’t keep myeyes, mouth, or hands off Yanna the whole time we bathed. I rubbed her, caressed her, and kissed her throughout our shower, never taking my eyes or mind off her. I was clingy when it came to this woman, and I didn’t have a care in the world.
Layanna had fucked me, bathed me, and fed me, in that exact order, and now I wanted to pick her brain and see how everything had been going while I was away. I knew the kids were good because I received a call from AJ while I was traveling, and he wanted to talk to me as a man because he planned to step to my baby girl and make his feelings known. AJ was so much like his father that it made my chest tighten as we talked. I told him to take things slow with Callie, as they were both young and chasing their dreams, and to give each other grace as they continued the chase. CJ was starting his residency next month and would be moving back to Winston Hills. As a token of my pride for all his hard work, I had my realtor find several properties and gifted him the one of his choosing.
Breaking our comfortable silence, “How did things go with JaJa after her night with Dana and me?” I inquired.
“Actually, better than I expected. My intention was never to overwhelm her, but to be transparent with the one person I’d never kept a secret from since we were kids, she and Dana having sexual chemistry so electrifying that it aroused us all was not on my bingo card,” she said laughing while continuing, “We also discussed her feelings for me and mine for her, she was honest in that she was always attracted to me and I told her I felt the same, however I told her that discovering her sexual self was important to make sure these were actual feelings and not just FOMO rearing it’s ugly head. She respected how I felt, but also expressed that her experience with Dana and your watching had only intensified the feelings of desire she had for me, and now included Dana. She was nervous about how I would feel knowing she had been intimate with Dana as you watched. I assured her that I felt nothing but pleasure knowing she had finally been granted the pleasure she wanted and needed, and not the half-ass pleasure men in her past had given her. She also expressed that she enjoyed you watching her, it heightened the experience for her, and she’s open to group interactions but in the now, she only desires to be intimate with Dana and I,” as she continued talking I was more surprised that she was willing to be intimate with men in group settings than I was at her desire to only be intimate with women in one-on-one situations.
Growing and maturing have taught me that labels are more constricting to the soul than they are helpful.
As if she were reading my mind, Yanna said exactly what I’d been thinking, “She asked me if that made her a lesbian, and I asked her why she felt a need to label herself. I reminded her that the most freeing part of one’s sexual awakening is deciding who you are and then enjoying the freedom to exist as you are,” smiling as she kissed my neck.
Yanna told me that she and Dana had spent time with Ajaih shopping, wining, dining, and pampering themselves on mine and Ahmir’s dime, but we already knew that because we got the credit card alerts to prove it. She also shared that JaJa wanted a chance to get to know me intimately beyond friends and get more intimate with Dana and the polycule as a whole.
“I’d love for that to happen, JaJa seems like an amazing woman who hasn’t been loved right, and deserves the chance to be,” I responded, looking over to see Yanna deep in her thoughts and far away from me.
“A penny for your thoughts?” I asked as I stroked her cheek.
Sighing as she began to sit up, “Since the sit-down with my parents, the communication has been almost a dream. I’ve had dinner with them multiple times, and my mom even came to the hospital and had lunch together. I never thought I would miss what I never had, but I can’t see myself ever going back to the distant relationship we once had,” she smiled big at the thought of her mother, “I even agreed to to go to therapy with her soon, and continue to work beyond the past pain,” she finished.
“I’m so glad to see you getting healthy and requited love from your mother, you deserve to have your heart healthy with new memories of your mother,” I stated as she nodded her head in agreement.
“Cal, have you given any more thought to sitting down with your family and telling them that we’re together? It’s unfair for the kids to be burdened with that secret, knowing they talk to your brother and sister fairly regularly and even make it to the Sunday dinners when they’re home.”
I knew this conversation was coming because CJ had asked me if I had talked to Sr and my mother. Sr was only a nickname because while my father and I share a first name, my middle name was different. I told CJ that I had not, and he told me to be the man I raised them to be and stand on business with his grandparents.
“I don’t need you to tell me what’s not fair. I’m aware that a conversation needs to be had, okay? I gave you the space and grace to work through your feelings about us and tell the people you deemed necessary when and only when you were ready, so I’d appreciate the same support,” I snapped, getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom. The bite in my tone was unintentional, but the mere thought of my parents had triggered my anguish, and Yanna became an innocent bystander of the trauma I was working through. As I stood in the bathroom collecting my thoughts and preparing to go back to bed and apologize to my heartbeat, I heard shuffling outside the door, causing me to open it, finding Yanna fully dressed, grabbing her things to head to her house, I assumed.
“Baby,” I called, as I softly grabbed her and turned her to face me, revealing her beautiful face filled with anger and hurt.
“I am NOT trying to rush you to do anything, we can stay a secret forever if it makes life easier for you, but neither the kids nor I should have to keep a secret from your parents because you don’t want to have the hard conversations that the truth would lead to. You damn sure don’t get to ask me to trust you and give you all my love freely while you allow your trauma with your parents to keep you from reciprocating, and finally I’m taking my black ass home before I cuss yo black ass OWT,” her body language and voice full of sass and feistiness. Trying to stay serious, my body betrayed me when I started chuckling, because even though she was upset, she was so damn sweet and radiated kindness and joy.
“Look at me,” I demanded as I lifted her chin until those beautiful brown eyes stared into mine.
“Yanna, you never have and never will be my secret. I am in love with you, and honestly, I have been in touch with my jeweler because I plan to make you, Layanna Johnson-Black, far sooner than later.” I paused, watching her eyes expand in surprise at my confession.
“I apologize for biting your head off. I have been preparing myself to go to Sunday dinner and have this conversation, but the dread creeps in because I am never far from being reminded of how awful a man my father is and how much of a doormat my mother is. And though I’ve been doing the work to unpack their dysfunction and how it impacted me, I find myself filled with anxiety and anguish every time,” I sighed, dropping my head as a lone tear escaped my watering eyes.
A soft kiss graced my chin, then my lips, then my nose, allowing me to exhale the breath I’d been holding as my vulnerability finally showed up to the emotions party. Her love, her warmth, it was an elixir money couldn’t buy. Layanna stepped back as she began to remove her clothes and shoes, grabbing my hand as we settled back into bed. Caressing her gently, I continued to whisper my apologies, while assuring her it would never happen again. Layanna reminded me that she and Ahmir were heading to NYC this weekend for a quick getaway, and I figured it would be the perfect time to stop in for Sunday dinner at my parents.
A Break From The Madness
New York
I’d flown private before, but nothing like this. I was nestled in a beautiful jet, welcomed with an arrangement of pink peonies, white roses, and soft blue hydrangeas. All I’d had with me was my duffle bag and my purse per Ahmir’s order to pack nothing and leave my needs to him. I was dressed casually in an Acler Underwood crop top and maxi skirt, a L’Agence floral leather jacket, and platform heels. My hair was in its curly state, nestled in a messy bun at the top of my head, and diamonds danced all over my neck, ears, wrists, and ankles. Creed Eladaria 75 was my scent of choice, and while I smelled amazing, I had to admit I looked even better. From the moment we arrived at the private jet hanger, Ahmir couldn’t seem to keep his eye off me, making my body warm with desire.
