“You’ll get it soon, I promise.” His voice is throaty and full of desire. “Your body is absolutely perfect, gorgeous. I can’t enough of your body.”
Heat fills my body and I whimper my response. My underwear quickly comes off as Savior removes his clothing and we’re skin-to-skin. We look into each other’s eyes in the moonlight of my bedroom. No words need to be said.
I climb back on top of Savior and sink down on him. His cock completely fills me and a sharp gasp escapes my mouth. My body stills as the emotion runs through my body. I took more of him; feeling Savior stretching me as the pain burned a little.
This time, the lovemaking feels different. It feels we’re more connected in a different way. I’d never known an intimacy like this before. No other man was concerned about my feelings, my future, and what I wanted from this life. I feel raw and open to Savior. I feel exposed but not embarrassed or ashamed of it.
“Keisha…” Savior’s voice is a cross between pain and ecstasy. He sounds and feels so good underneath me. “Damn, baby…”
I slide more onto him as my pussy suckled along his length. My nails dig into his chest as I ease along his delicious thick and shaft. Ohmygod, Savior feels like heaven. He fills me completely and every thrust bring him deeper inside my love.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy for the past two weeks,” his voice is heavy, “I love it how you keep it tight just for me.”
Savior’s words encourage me to take more of him, ride him faster as he guides my hips and ass to a palpable rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my body and drop onto his chest. Savior sucks on my breasts as he grabs two handfuls of my ass, slamming me down on his cock.
“Savior…” My breath is helpless as the orgasm slowly approaches. My body is in a vise of pleasure. I feel stripped and bare on top of the man I love and want to be with forever. I’ve never felt so raw and so free.
The orgasm seizes my body and jerks it in every direction as I scream out his name. I’m uncontrollably shaking; I can’t stop climaxing. This is a pleasure I’ve never known before and I can’t even begin to accurately describe it other than intense and ferocious.
Savior thrusts harder into me, finally releasing his orgasm. I feel his dick pulsate as he comes. He grabs me by the nape of my neck and forces me down to his level. He wildly kisses me and wraps his arms around my back as he comforts me.
We laid there in a peaceful silence, only our heartbeats and the soft breeze from the cracked open window are the sounds in the bedroom. We’re completely satiated and happy for the time being. I know this is only round one. We still have a long night of lovemaking ahead of us.
“Keisha…”
Savior said my name so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “Hmm?”
“I want us to live together.”
My eyes slowly open and I focus on the streetlight on the corner. I know Savior isn’t talking about moving in here with me but I’m not too sure if I feel comfortable in Bel-Air. I’m sure it’s a great neighborhood to live in and one doesn’t hear about any crimes occurring in the land of the Fresh Prince and Uncle Phil.
No matter what the low crime statistics say about wealthy and affluent places, I know better. There may not be gangbanging or petty crime, but you best believe some heavily-Botoxed bored housewife is getting berated, ignored, or beaten on a regular basis. Those crimes aren’t reported because money is a powerful influencer and a bigger addiction than all the opiates in the world.
Furthermore, the racists become a bit cleverer with their hate. They won’t outright call you aniggerbut they’ll passive-aggressively show other ways how you’re simply tolerated. The termsghetto,those people,thugs,and my all-time favorite,the blacks, usually come out of their mouths in various forms.
And the same ones are the first ones to proudly wave the All Lives Matter flag, wear so-called uterus hats at the Women’s March, and will count the number of black friendsthey think they have, usually on one hand.
If LeBron James can haveniggerspray-painted on his home and he’s the world’s best athlete, what would stop someone from harassing ‘hood famous lil’ ol’ me?
“You won’t live here,” I begin with the obvious answer to the unspoken question, “and I’m not too sure if I feel comfortable at your home.”
“I thought you liked being there?” He rubs my back. “You kept saying how peaceful and quiet it is.”
“I do like your home,” I pause for a beat, “I also like being here.”
“You said you wanted better and I’m in the position to give you better,” Savior whispers, “I don’t know what the problem is.”
The warmth and intimacy between us slowly dissipates as the anger took a foothold. “You keep saying you don’t want to change me but you do.”
“Keisha, I’m merely saying the same thing you’ve been saying forever – long before we even knew each other.” Savior’s voice is still soft but there’s a bite of anger behind them now. “How is that it’s wrong when I say it but it’s not a big deal when you do?”
“It’s not your life, Savior.” I roll over and immediately mourn the loss of him. I gather the sheets up and cover myself. I suddenly feel too exposed to him. “You’re not the one who lives with what I go through on a regular basis. It’s different for you because you’re not exposed to any of that. I live with it. People will look at you, see me, and they’ll silently wonder how in the hell didheend up withthat. Believe me, it’s already happened.”
Coldness is firmly in the room as Savior sat up. He turns towards me and his eyes – once glossy and full of the sex afterglow – were now full of rage and ice. “When?”
“You were there, Savior.” I mention to him. “Andrea? King J? Hello?”
“No, that was handled that night.” He presses. His voice is icy cold and his stance becomes even icier. “What happened at the gala? You were fine until something happened when you went to the restroom. What happened?”
