Page 76 of The Cannon
“I want to look at you when I come,” I say between breaths.
“Yes. Put it in.”
I angle my body so I can take ahold and guide my dick home. That’s how I think of her now. There’s a tenderness that takes over. Even in the midst of arousal I’m aware of the beauty of the moment. We belong together. This is making love.
I grind slow, take my time, building the heat until she’s close. Then I let go. Harder, stronger, all chains unlocked.
“I’m going to come!” she shouts.
“Come, baby. Come now!”
The magma rises and releases together. As if we could time it to the second. My jaw is clenched, arms tensed on either side of her body. She holds her mouth open, but no words form. Her eyes open and lock on mine. She lifts to get all of me.
When every sensation has been felt I rest still inside her.
“Unbelievable,” she says.
“Unforgettable.”
* * *
“You seem far away.Are you playing ball or fantasizing about me playing with your balls?” Bristol giggles as she sits next to me.
“We’re a couple of blocks from the church you know. Don’t make God come down here and wash your mouth out with holy water.”
“He created your balls, so I can’t see how it would be an issue.”
We both start laughing at the left turn our conversation took.
“Remember to silence your cell. It wouldn’t do to hear Bruno Mars asking Cardi B to back up into him.”
“That would be unfortunate. How long is this thing going to last?”
She looks at me like I’m a Martian.
“This thing is a baptism. I thought you said you were a church guy. Didn’t your church have baptisms? Were you baptized?”
The jig is up and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Okay, there may have been some exaggeration when I said that.”
Now she’s laughing.
“Why in heavens name would you do that?”
“Because I thought a Tennessee girl would like a church goin’ man. And it wasn’t a total lie. I used to go to church with my second and forth families.”
“Oh. Well would you like to go to church? I don’t go every week but maybe a few times a month. It’s nice.”
“Yeah. I’d like to try it anyway.” I shrug, but I’m not indifferent to the idea. Think it would be a good addition in my life.
“Were you ever baptized?”
“I don’t know. I doubt it. Here we are. There’s your parents,” I say lifting a chin in their direction.
As Lucinda and Boone walk up the steps to the Greater Memphis Baptist Church, they paint a good picture. Best looking couple comes to mind.
“Look how stunning my mother looks,” Bristol says with pride.
