by Hooper, Sara
“Hi,” Faith felt a sudden wave of shyness. Matthew meeting Mama was almost as nerve-wracking for her as it was for him. If her mother didn't approve, there was no telling what she might do. One of Faith's first boyfriends had been the result of her one month of adolescent rebellion during junior high. Mama had dragged the boy out of the house by his ear and threatened him with a rolling pin if he ever came near her again. That was the last time she'd ever seen him. It was not an experience Faith wanted to repeat, especially not with Matthew.
“Mama's in the kitchen,” Faith reached out and Matthew gratefully took her hand. She wanted to ask what his parents had been like when he'd brought girls home, but she knew better than to try. While they'd gotten closer over the past month and a half, and she knew childhood and adolescent stories, none of them involved family, only friends or teachers or teammates. She'd yet to hear a single detail about his parents. Sometimes, she wondered if he cared about his family at all.
“Hey, Baby Girl,” Ester was at the sink. “Can you get me some of that lemon pepper out of the cabinet?”
“Of course, Mama,” Faith did as she was asked. As she handed over the small shaker, she spoke again. “Mama, I'd like you to meet Matthew Callaway.” She let the relationship status hang. She always felt weird using the term 'boyfriend' as an adult.
“Good morning, Ms. Williams,” Matthew stuck out his hand.
Ester dried her hands on her blue-and-white checkered apron as she gave him a once over with a critical eye. “So you're Faith's young man.” She shook his hand.
“Yes, ma'am,” Matthew swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.
“I guess you're a good-looking,” Ester shrugged, “for a white boy.”
“Mama!” Faith was appalled.
Ester grinned and winked. “Just having some fun, Baby Girl.” She turned back to Matthew, expression serious once more. “Mr. Callaway, do you intend to treat my Baby Girl as something precious?”
Faith's cheeks instantly flamed. What was her mother thinking? She opened her mouth to interrupt, but shut it when Ester shook her head.
“Yes, ma'am,” Matthew answered seriously. “I care for your daughter a great deal.”
“All right,” Ester nodded. “But know this, if you hurt her, I won't kill you, but you may wish I had.” She smiled sweetly at Matthew. “I will personally remove your balls with my gardening shears.”
“Mama!” Faith exclaimed, totally mortified.
Ester ignored her daughter and took the potato salad from Matthew's hand. “This looks lovely, Matthew. Thank you.”
“Ms. Williams,” Matthew's voice cracked and he flushed.
“Mama, child. Nobody calls me Ms. Williams. I'm Mama to pretty much everyone in the neighborhood.”
“Okay,” Matthew continued. “Mama, is there anything I can do to help?”
“Well, aren't you just a sweetheart.”
At her mother's words, Faith relaxed. He'd gotten Mama's stamp of approval. The rest of the family would most likely take their cue from Mama. An hour later, Faith's theory proved correct.
Loud and brash Auntie Mindy – Mama's younger half-sister – arrived with her third husband and four daughters, the oldest of whom was sixteen, the youngest less than a year. Shock passed over Auntie's face when she saw Matthew, but after a glance at Mama, she declared herself jealous of Faith's good fortune and started yelling at the younger girls to go out back and play.
The first part of the day was the same as the other guests arrived. Finally, Cousin Henry showed up reeking of beer and it was time to eat. Faith couldn't help but be amused by Matthew's seeming fascination of her family. When she finally asked, he simply said that he hadn't realized how many people would be here. Faith didn't bother to tell him that old family friends Josie and Cal Pryor and their six grandchildren had called yesterday to say they wouldn't be making it and she had at least one cousin who wasn't there either.
As the sun began to sink towards the horizon, a few people left, mostly those with young kids or the ones who preferred to watch fireworks on a television screen as opposed to real life. Still, nearly forty people remained by Faith's count.
“Grandpa George and Uncle Carlton are going to set off a few before,” Faith motioned to a shed at the far edge of the property. “Then we'll see the city fireworks above those trees.”
“I have to ask,” Matthew wrapped his arms around Faith and drew her back against his chest. “Are all of these people actually related to you?”
Faith shook her head. “Auntie Mindy and Uncle Carlton are her half-brother and sister from Mama's father. Auntie Therese and Auntie Tywana are her full sisters. The rest are family friends, people I've known my whole life.”
“You're very lucky to have a family like this,” Matthew sighed.
“I know,” Faith rested her head against his shoulder as the first of Grandpa George's fireworks went up. It exploded red against the darkening sky.
“And I'm lucky to have you,” Matthew's voice was low in her ear.
Faith twisted around so that they were face-to-face. Her eyes locked with his. “I feel the same way.” She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. It was brief, almost chaste, but there was a promise there that she knew would be leading somewhere soon. Based on the way Matthew's eyes lit up when she pulled back, she was fairly certain that tonight would be the night that they finally moved forward. That was good because she didn't think she'd be able to handle any more waiting.
As she turned back around, Matthew shifted them from sitting side-by-side in the lawn chair to her sitting on his lap. Faith smiled and leaned back against him, heedless of the heat. She didn't care that they were both damp with the sweat of a long, hot Tennessee day. The second firework exploded but she didn't see it. Her body was tight, thoroughly aware of every place they touched. One of his arms was around her waist, the warmth of his body burning through the thin material to the skin underneath. His other hand was now tracing lazy patterns of fire up and down her arm, each movement stoking the heat in her belly, a heat that had nothing to do with the weather.
As the fireworks from the backyard turned into the city's show, Faith shifted in Matthew's lap, eliciting a primal sound from the young man, a sound that sent a bolt of desire straight through her. She pressed her thighs together, the ache between them building with each passing moment. If Matthew didn't take her to bed tonight, she thought she might really explode. Judging by what she felt pressing against her hip, Matthew was feeling the same way.
Matthew curled his hand around the back of her neck, his thumb lightly rubbing against the skin behind her ear. Green and red and white painted the sky as he turned her head towards him. He captured her mouth with his own, a hunger to his kiss that Faith felt mirrored her own desire. Their lips moved together, opening as their tongues tangled together. The noise of the night faded to the background as Faith dug her fingers into Matthew's hair, pulling him closer. It wasn't close enough.
A dozen explosions in quick succession startled them apart, breath coming in heavy pants. Without a word, Faith turned her attention back towards the sky, each percussion thrumming against her body like the pounding of her heart. She took Matthew's hand, knowing there would only be a few more minutes of the finale. She wanted to make sure he understood what she wanted. She darted her eyes around to make sure no one was watching and then slid their joined hands up the inside of her leg. She felt rather than heard his sharp intake of breath as their hands slipped under her skirt and continued up to the juncture between her legs. His fingers flexed against the wet cloth of her panties and she had to bite back a moan.
“Shit,” Matthew swore, reluctantly withdrawing his hand as the show ended and everyone began clapping. “Message received.”
Faith nodded as she straightened her skirt. She was grateful that she hadn't done that earlier. There was no way she would've been able to keep herself from pulling aside her panties and letting Matthew finger-fuck her right there. Somehow, she
doubted Mama would approve. They needed to go. Now.
Faith stood and heard Matthew do the same. She reached behind her and took his hand, threading her fingers through his. They wove their way through the crowd of people and found Ester on the back porch, sitting on the swing next to one of her nieces.
“Heading out?” Ester gave her daughter a knowing smile. “Have a good night, then.” She stood and gave Faith a hug. When Ester turned towards Matthew, her face hardened slightly. “Remember what I said, young man. You take care of her.”
“I will,” Matthew's expression was serious and Faith knew that he was remembering her mother's threat. She doubted he'd forget it anytime soon.
“All right, Mama,” Faith hugged her mother again and reached for Matthew's hand. “I'll talk to you tomorrow.”
Faith didn't wait for anyone else to delay them, instead determinedly pulling Matthew after her. When they reached the driveway, however, they saw the same thing at the same time and burst out laughing.
“Guess we're driving separately,” Faith smiled. The expression on Matthew's face said he feared she was going to head home alone, an idea she found ludicrous. “Are we going to your place or mine?”
A smile broke across Matthew's face. “Whatever you prefer.”
Faith had a quick debate. She wanted them to spend the night together. If they both went to his place and he didn't want her to stay, things could get awkward. If they went to her place, she could make the invitation seem casual but it would be his choice.
“You're over-thinking,” Matthew brushed his fingers over her cheekbone.
“My place.” Faith sincerely hoped she hadn't left anything embarrassing laying out.
Twenty minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't. The tension that had dissipated once they'd separated into their individual cars instantly returned the moment they were together again. The force of it hit Faith like a fist and she practically dragged Matthew up the stairs to her second floor apartment. The moment the door closed behind them, Matthew's arms were around her, pulling her to him, covering her mouth with his. She opened her mouth eagerly under his, her hands running down his back, over the swell of his ass. She pressed her body against his, making a pleased sound as she felt him hard against her stomach. His mouth moved from hers down to her neck and she tilted her head back for better access, eyes closed as she absorbed the sensation. As his lips trailed down her neck, she heard herself making soft mewing noises, but was unable to stop them.
Suddenly, the pressure of his body against hers was gone and she opened her eyes. Matthew knelt in front of her, the iris of his dark green eyes nearly lost to black.
“What – what are you doing?” Faith was breathless.
“I promised your mother I'd take care of you,” Matthew ran his hands up her legs and under her dress. “And I always keep my promises.”
“Matthew,” Faith wasn't entire sure what she wanted to say.
“Shush,” he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties and slowly drew them down her legs. His eyes stayed locked with hers, her skirt still covering her most private place, as he helped her step out of her underwear. “I plan on taking care of you a lot tonight.”
“Somehow, I don't think that's what my moth – ah!” Faith's head fell back against the wall with a thunk, cut off mid-word.
Matthew's head was under her skirt, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue doing wonderful things and Faith was sure she'd never felt anything like it. Like everything else he did, Matthew ate pussy whole-heartedly. There was no hesitation, no tentativeness. Faith had been with men whose entire idea of 'returning the favor' consisted of a few reluctant licks, generally just the tip of the tongue over the clit, before declaring it was time to fuck. Not that she disliked fucking. It was just nice sometimes to receive a little oral attention. And the sight of his head underneath her skirt was just hot. Then Matthew started doing something to her clit that made everything else vanish from her mind, an orgasm crashing into her with enough force to make her knees buckle. He held her legs tight, lapping up the liquid as she came, each pass of his tongue over her silken walls sending another mini-climax through her body.
Finally, when Matthew stood, Faith opened her eyes to see a very smug grin on his face. He deserved to feel smug, she admitted. It had been a very long time since she'd cum that hard. He started to lean towards her, then hesitated and she knew why. She moved the rest of the way. She'd never been the type of girl to shy away from kissing a man who'd just gone down on her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, the flavor of her juices bursting across her tongue. She'd always found something very arousing about tasting herself in someone's mouth. The slick between her thighs grew.
She wanted to taste him too.
Faith started walking backwards, her arms tight around his neck to pull him after her, though she suspected he would've followed anyway. Her back hit the hallway wall and she turned them, pushing Matthew back so he was against the wall. She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees before he'd processed what was happening. Her hands were at his shorts, tugging them down even as Matthew stared at her, a haze of pleasure still clouding his brain. His black boxer-briefs followed. Faith left both garments around his knees, unable to wait to see her prize.
Matthew's cock was swollen and heavy with need, easily as big as her favorite toy. As she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, she amended her previous statement. He was bigger around and the thought of how he would stretch her made her shiver with anticipation. She studied his cock for a moment, letting her hands explore the velvet-covered steel. She'd never actually seen a white cock before and marveled at the way the skin was flushed with blood. She knew she'd never be able to take it all, but she was as sure as hell going to get as much of it as she could into her mouth. She leaned forward and ran her tongue around the crown, drawing a groan from Matthew.
Faith grinned. This was going to be fun. She took the head between her lips, lightly sucking as she played the tip of her tongue over the slit, the salty taste of pre-cum exploding across her taste buds, mingling with her own lingering flavor. One hand stayed at the base of his cock while the other dropped to his balls, cupping them, rolling them in their silken sack. Faith moved her mouth down and ran her tongue along the underside of Matthew's cock before taking him into the moist cavern of her mouth once more. She took as much of him as she dared and had more than half still out. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked and Matthew cursed.
“Faith, stop,” Matthew began to beg, his hand on her head.
Faith seriously debated not stopping. She wanted to feel him go in her mouth. She loved the sensation of a cock pulsing in her mouth, the spill of liquid across her tongue, the knowledge that she had the power to make him come apart. But, she really wanted to feel him between her legs and didn't want to wait. She pulled back.
Matthew's eyes were wide as he stared down at her. Faith wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and got to her feet. She tilted her head, asking the same thing he'd asked earlier. She'd never had a man kiss her after she gave head, at least not unless she used mouthwash first. Matthew, it appeared, had no such reservations. He claimed her mouth, his tongue thoroughly exploring every last inch, and she felt him hot and hard against her thigh.
She pulled back. “Shall we take this into the bedroom?”
He nodded, desire written on his face. He kicked off his underwear and shorts and followed Faith the last few feet down the hallway. At some point before they reached the bedroom, he discarded his shirt, but Faith wasn't sure where. Not that it mattered. For the first time, she was seeing everything that lay beneath his expensive suits and designer tees and it was better than anything she'd imagined. Matthew's torso was lean and defined, lightly tanned skin that still seemed pale next to hers. A trail of bronze colored curls started at his belly button and ended at the base of his thick cock.
“You're staring,” Matthew sounded like he couldn't decide if he wa
nted to be amused or embarrassed.
“You're gorgeous,” the words were out of Faith's mouth before she could think about them.
Matthew pulled her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers. They tumbled back onto the bed with Faith in her dress. Matthew rolled them over so that he was on top of her and propped himself up on his elbows. His expression was strained. “Protection?”
“I'm on the pill,” Faith spread her legs as she ran a hand down Matthew's back to one firm ass cheek. She flexed her fingers, digging her nails into his flesh. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Matthew didn't argue, or even waste time replying, his need as great as her own. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and positioned himself at her entrance. He paused only briefly to adjust his balance and then slowly pushed his way inside.
“Fuck!” Faith cried out. He was bigger than what she'd had in a long time, every inch stretching her wide and caressing places inside her she hadn't remembered ever having been reached. Her body quaked as she came and still he continued to move forward. She was still cumming when he bottomed out, his balls resting against her ass.
He waited only a moment before beginning to move, slow, even strokes that sent Faith from one climax into the next, an unending wave of pleasure that made her writhe beneath him. He tugged down the front of her dress, freeing her breasts, her dark chocolate nipples already hard little nubs. When his mouth closed around one, her back arched as every cell in her body cried out for more even as her brain said that she couldn't take it. His teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh and another orgasm crashed into her, white spots dancing in front of her eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” Matthew buried his face against the crook of her neck as he began to move faster, forcing his cock past the spasming walls of Faith's pussy. His teeth worried at the soft skin, tentative.
