I burst into tears, and Wilde wrapped me in a bear hug. “I used to doubt God all the time. I saw people like my father playing with Him, and I wasn’t sure if He was real, but I’m a real life miracle,” he stated with his arms still wrapped tight around me.
“I’m so happy for you,” I looked up at him.
“I love you,” he stared down at me.
My breath hitched in my throat. I heard his voice, and I saw his lips moving, but his words kind of shocked me. But I was sure about how I felt. “I love you, too.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“You mean that shit.”
“I mean that shit.”
He snaked his tongue into my mouth, and the way he kissed me had me almost ready to cum. I was so sad about him being gone I hadn’t even masturbated. The way he was sucking my lip and my tongue and pulling my braids as we kissed had me so turned on. I had missed him so much it was insane. I knew we were about to get real nasty and fornicating wasn’t of God, but I had to thank Him for bringing my baby home.
Wilde used his body to walk me to my bedroom. I barely remembered undressing. When I felt his mouth on my mound, my back arched, and I bit my bottom lip. Wilde had never performed oral sex on me before, but it didn’t take me long to realize that he had skills. His tongue swirled over my clit then he dragged his tongue down my slit. I moaned deeply when his tongue darted over my ass hole. He was on some real freaky shit. Wilde slid a finger into me as he sucked softly on my clit.
He kept his nails short, neat, and clean, so I wasn’t tripping about him putting a finger inside of me. My legs began to tremble, and I clamped my thighs against his face. Lifting my hips, I would have shoved myself down his throat if I could have.
“Damn you wet as hell, G,” Wilde mumbled into my pussy. “You missed me, baby?”
One of the things I had discovered was I loved it when he called me G, but I loved it more when he called me baby. The moment the term of endearment floated into my ears, I came. Hard. My body bucked against his face, my face crumbled, andI cupped my breasts uncomfortably hard as I rode the waves of one of the most pleasurable orgasms I’d ever experienced.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Wilde licked my essence as if it was providing him nourishment.
When he came up to kiss me, I cupped his face in my hands and tongued him down like I’d never see him again.
He pushed inside of me, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered as he peered into my eyes.
“I missed you, too.”
The moment felt surreal as Wilde placed his face in the crook of my neck and sexed me with hard, deep strokes. Locking my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I held on for dear life as he stroked me into orgasm number two. By the time he pulled out of me and flipped me over, I was as limp as a rag doll, but when he slid into me from behind, I caught my second wind. Wilde smacked my ass as I twerked on his member. I put the perfect arch in my back and had him moaning loudly which turned me on even more. When he gripped my braids aggressively and sexed me harder, I knew he was about to reach his peak. I tightened my pussy muscles, and he exploded into me with an animalistic growl.
“Fuck, baby,” he panted.
He collapsed on my bed, and I collapsed on top of him. With his arm around me, we laid in silence for the longest time. I had no clue what he was thinking, but I was so grateful. I was ecstatic and any other positive emotion there was to feel. Finally, he broke the silence.
“What you thinking about over there?”
“How blessed you are because luck had nothing to do with it. That was all God.”
“I know.”
“Have you talked to Pierre?” I thought about Nina often. KoKo, too. I wanted to reach out to Nina, but I decided to give her some time.
Wilde chuckled. “He’s staying at my crib. Nina put him out. She said she’s getting a divorce, and she’s done for good this time. He believes her.”
“If she does, he deserves it.”
“Yeah, he does.” I glanced up at him, making his brows hike. “What? You shocked? That’s my people, and I’m gon’ always ride with him, but I’ve known Nina for years. She’s a good girl. I’ll never dispute that. She’s forgiven him so many times that if she never forgives him again, no one can be mad about it. Not even him.”
“She was so happy at their dinner. Like, man, she was glowing. I really hate this for her.”
“I do too, but we can’t worry about them. Your man is home.”
