Loving You Through Our Differences

by Tucora Monique

  “Hmmm,” I moaned openly.

  “There it is. I thought I was going to have to spank you before I heard you make any noise.”

  “No, lie. I think I was stuck in a trance,” I said with a snicker and my head still tilted upward. He chuckled softly at my words.

  Eventually, my legs found their home around his waist, and as if on cue, Leiland lifted me in the air. I held his face with one hand, licking his lips while they were closed. Allowing me access, I snaked my tongue out to him and permitted it to explore inside his mouth. Our hands went from timid touches to temperamental tactics. Both shirtless, our skin connected and appeared to run together. And as he sucked on my bottom lip, he slammed me into the bedroom wall.

  “Yes, baby,” I groaned at the painful pleasure.

  Taking my hand down, I traced his body until it reached his piece.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sparx, and you’re mine. Don’t ever forget that shit.” Nibbling softly, he used his teeth to offer attention to my nipples.

  “You taste even better than you look though,” he said carrying me back to the bed.

  Tossing me on the cushioned platform, I grinned and sat back as he stripped down to nothing.

  My mouth watered at the sight of his length and width. Black men definitely weren’t the only ones who were “blessed”.

  Crawling over to his sexy ass, I leaned forward taking him into my mouth with no hands. I actually placed them behind my back as if I were under arrest.

  His fingers tangled in my braids, tugging a little as I sucked only the head. Nastily, I let spit run down the sides of my mouth.

  With ease, Justin Timberlake’s “Supplies” seeped into the atmosphere which prompted me to pick up my speed.

  “Damn, baby. That feels good as hell. Let it slide down your throat.” He encouraged.

  Leiland wasn’t lacking by a long shot, so I had to hold my breath to fulfill his request.

  “Ahhhh, good girl,” he groaned, taking a hand and smacking my ass that sat arched in the air. His moans had me leaking, so I took the opportunity to rub my clit while I sucked him off.

  “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” he said in an exasperated breath. I looked up to him, maintaining eye contact. Once our eyes locked, he bit his bottom lip and gave me the nastiest look I’d ever seen come from him.

  When he tried to look away, I removed him from my mouth and used my hands instead.

  “I know you’re not being shy, Mr. Greyson,” I said, slapping his dick against my tongue feverishly.

  “Nasty girl.” He complimented.

  “Only for you.”

  Holding my chin, Leiland pulled me to where I was standing on my knees. Kissing my shoulders, he pushed me backward. Once I felt him pry my legs apart, I shut my eyes at the sensation of soft kisses on the inside of my thighs.

  “Don’t tease me,” I said almost desperate to feel his tongue on me. Saying fuck it, I shoved his face into my center, and thankfully, he didn’t fight me.

  “Your tongue is so long. It’s touching my ass, baby,” I moaned, circling my hips. Long hands slithered up my body and found my nipples.

  My once raised knees threatened to lower when I felt Leiland sucking on my pearl like a straw while still flexing his tongue up and down my slit.

  “You make me feel so good, Leiland,” I admitted, taking over the nipple play.

  Shoving his face deeper into me, I rotated on his face, not giving a damn if he could breathe or not.

  Easing onto my elbows, I stalked him as he ate me like this was the last time.

  Feeling too good for concentration, I broke our connection by closing my eyes. That prompted him to add nibbling to the equation.

  “Ohhh, fuck!” I exclaimed.

  “Look at me. You’re a big girl, Billie Bad Ass,” he said before wiggling only the tip of his tongue on my cookie.

  “I want to see your face when you cum in my mouth.”

  “Baby, you’re going to make me… if you… keep talking like that.”

  “Shut up. You started this remember,” he said before flipping me onto my knees and sliding underneath me so I could ride his face.

  Nothing but pussy covered his mouth as I grinded on him. He roughly palmed my ass making my center bounce on his tongue like it was his dick.

  “I’m cumming, Leiland.”

  Feeling his nails digging into my ass heightened my peak, and I shook as goosebumps broke out all over my skin like chickenpox. Looping his forearms around my thighs, he licked all the nectar that ran out of me.

  Climbing off his face, I heard him say, “Come taste yourself.” And like a naughty little slut, I did as I was told.

  “Can I feel you now?”

  “You don’t have a choice,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

  Hovering over my body he smiled. “There’s always choices. Remember, you said that, Billie?”

  “Well,” I said, guiding him into me.

  “Mmhh,” we moaned together in pure satisfaction.

  “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I love it,” I blurted, hypnotized by the feeling of him being inside of me.

  “Sparx, you are it for me. You hear me,” he professed, rotating his hips and lifting my left knee up to my chest.

  “Shit, girl.”

  Squeezing my muscles around him, he looked at me and smiled playfully.

  “Feels good doesn’t it?”

  “Hell yeah.” He marveled. From my lips to my shoulders he marked my whole upper body with kisses before sucking my nipples with conviction.

  “You know these are sexy as fuck, right?” He complimented, pecking at my breasts.

  “Language,” I moaned.

  Pulling him up so we were face-to-face, I licked his lips seductively.

  “Fuck that. This feels too good not to use raunchy, vulgar language. You taught me that too. Remember, Billie?” He hissed, stroking me harder.

  “Fuck, yes!” I bellowed out riding him from the bottom. I didn’t try to lead as I normally did. For once, I followed. When he rotated his hips in circles, I did the same.

  Pleased, he turned me on my side and cuddled me. Wetness connected with my cheeks as he slid into me once more.

  Leiland’s arm snaked across my body, and his hand traveled down to my clit. In a slow rhythm, his fingers made rings around my sensitive spot.

  “Bite me,” my voice quivered.

  “Where, Sparx?”

  “Anywhere.” I purred like a cat in heat.

  It may be cliché to admit, but Leiland was the best I’d ever had. He was the first man I’d ever made love to, and that would forever be ours to share.

  One hand cupping my breast, the other cuffing my throat, I couldn’t hold off any longer.

  “I’m cumming, baby. Don’t fuckin’ stop,” I demanded loud enough for someone listening to hear.

  “Get it all, Sparx! Fuck. I’m right behind you, baby,” he growled, biting my ear out of reflex.

  It felt so fucking good.

  I could feel Leiland pulsating inside of me once my own squeezing subsided. Breathing heavy, I covered my face once my high started to come down.

  “We should practice safe sex.”

  “We can start tomorrow,” he murmured.

  A yawn slipped from my lips catching us both by surprise.

  “Wow. I know you’re not tapping out on me already, Sparx?”

  I peeped through my fingers and shook my head no.

  “Good. Because I want you to get up and ride my dick like you rode my face.”

  A wicked giggle escaped me. “Yes, Mr. Greyson.”

  Billie

  Bloomp. Boomp.

  Bloomp. Boomp.

  His heartbeat was steady. Rugged, but still a beautiful melody. Like a bass guitar, there was a distinctive flow. To anyone else, there may have not been a damn thing special about the sound, but to me it was everything. Classic and serene, Leiland heart’s pace was peace for me.

&n
bsp; I opened my eyes and saw nothing but a dark room. The only source of light was a peek from the street, nosily staring in my bedroom window. Though I couldn’t see much, I could hear Leiland relaxed underneath me. His low breathing sounded like a resting animal’s growl more than a human slumbering, but I knew it was him.

  He felt so good being so close.

  Leiland made love to me so fucking raw, I could no longer deny that I was falling in love. The way he paid attention to every piece of my skin, even the parts I tried to conceal, made me tremble.

  I nestled closer into him. His body gave off a heat signature enough not to burn, but the perfect amount to comfort my naked body.

  That’s another thing that he’d gotten me used to. Sleeping with company. It may seem trivial to some, but those folks didn’t see they’re mother killed by a damn zombie.

  I slithered my body up towards his face. I didn’t need to see his features to know where everything began then came to an end. I went from tracing the creases on his forehead to outlining his eyes. With my index finger, I massaged his low-cut facial hair that kept his chin hidden. I could feel the hairs sway a bit because of the air that ran from his lips as he slept with his mouth open. I laughed quietly, thinking of the pranks I’d be playing on his ass for sleeping like that. My finger glided down his nose softly like an easy waterslide. His brownish-red hair was a few shades darker from getting wet while in the shower. I tugged on it to see if he was going to stir, but nothing.

  “How the hell could you sleep with me doing all this?” I asked aloud.

  I smiled when my fingers ran over his thick eyebrows, they fit him perfectly, and if we had a little girl, goodness, she’d be gorgeous with pieces of the both of us.

  I canvassed his ears, admiring the decent size stone he was rocking. Him talking about pawning his jewelry and possessions to have enough to cover his medicine sounded logical, but I wasn’t having it.

  Material shit wasn’t everything. I get it, but Leiland worked hard for years after being forced to give up baseball. It’s not like I couldn’t do nothing. The way things were going with his new portfolio, there was no doubt in my mind that Leiland would be landing a contract with Pixar’s Petals soon, but for now, we needed to figure something out.

  Doing a zig-zag motion over the part of his neck I knew was covered with his mother’s name in ink, I grinned. Yesterday, there was mentions of meeting his mother, and I was honored. No one had ever asked me to meet their mom. Just as I didn’t see the fools I slept with as anything more than sex, they obviously felt the same about me. None of them had asked me to meet their mothers or even questioned where mine was. They didn’t give a fuck, and I let them think that shit was okay. Leiland got in my head and in my heart, and now, here I am willing to step outside of my bubble to secure his health.

  I dreaded having to speak with my dad. My sister went ahead and bit the bullet a few weeks ago and met with him. I knew Carmen had to be in better headspace to take such a huge step. She couldn’t stand my father even when my mom was alive. She told Pappy he was at her settlement hearing, and surprisingly, he didn’t ask for anything. I didn’t know if I was ready for that.

  I don’t know how Carmen was able to stomach it, but just the thought had me ready to look up reviews to the best pawn shops in town so Leiland could get the best bang for his buck.

  Slight movement from Leiland swayed my pessimistic thoughts into dust. With him laying half on his back and partially on his side, I let him usher me into a happy place. His face invaded the streetlight like I knew it would. I kissed his collarbone that was covered with the words “If this world were mine…”

  Taking a deep breath, I blurted the words that had been lodged in my throat.

  “I love you.”

  There it was.

  I said it.

  Without thinking, I unraveled my body from around Leiland. I slid out of bed careful not to make too much ruckus and dropped to my knees.

  “God, I know it’s been a minute, but I need you to hear me say this. Not just think it and hope you’re searching for cries that day.”

  I clamped my hands together and released a heavy breath.

  “I know Pappy says you’re a jealous God, so just hear me out before you shut me down. You don’t have favorites; I know that, but he needs to be well. Leiland has come into my life and strengthened a part of me that stopped working a long time ago. I ask that you teach me how to give that in return. I pray that you teach me how to love him and continue to accept the love he gives. I don’t want to scare him off with my imbalance, with my indecisiveness…” I paused for a second, to gather my thoughts, “I just really don’t want to fuck up, God—”

  “I know you didn’t just curse while praying. And a really bad curse word at that.” Leiland muttered in a raspy voice scaring the shit out of me.

  “What the fuck, Leiland! You are not supposed to listen to people’s prayers!”

  Heavy laughter echoed throughout my room, bouncing off the walls. Easing back into bed, I entangled my limbs with his. We laid quiet for at least three minutes before he finally cut the awkwardness. If he heard me praying I knew for a fact, he heard me say I loved him.

  “You’re still going to hell for that one.” He concluded out of nowhere.

  “I never said amen. Prayers don’t make it to Heaven if you don’t seal them with an amen,” I told him as if he should’ve known that.

  Pulling me closer, Leiland greedily sniffed my hair.

  “Prayers aren’t envelopes. They don’t get returned to sender if they don’t have a stamp.”

  “Can we not talk about prayers while my pussy is starting to dissolve into a puddle?” There was a soft kiss to the nose before lips came down to mine then traveled a bit lower.

  “I don’t want to talk to you anyway. I wanna talk to her.” He roared, engulfing my nub softly between his teeth causing me to shiver.

  Leiland

  Warmth bombarded me from the sun rays sneaking into Billie’s bedroom window finding us. Contentment shielded my body as I kept my eyes shut and appreciated the sun resting on my eyelids. It was the most welcoming morning after I had ever experienced. She entrusted me with more than just her flower, but the entire garden. Seeing how beautiful she was bare and vulnerable allowed me to value the battle.

  The worry, past indiscretions, and hard exterior had all been demolished, and here we were.

  Billie Grace was now my responsibility, and my priorities came first. Same as she had last night, I was sure.

  It had to have been close to one in the morning when Sparx, and I decided to call it a truce.

  Actually, her falling asleep with my dick still inside of her was a tell-tale sign that she’d tapped out. After licking every crevice of her body and being sucked dry, I earned her body, and now, it was all up us to ensure we stayed balanced.

  Light snores came from the future Mrs. Greyson, and I could feel her muscles relax beside me.

  Regardless of my lack of saying anything, I heard everything she’d professed the night before. From the worrisome prayer, to her confession of being in love. I almost tackled her to the floor when I heard the words she’d been avoiding to admit pounce from her lips, but I stopped myself. When she was ready to tell me directly, she would. Just like with our sexual bond, everything would evolve in time.

  Finally opening my eyes, I smiled from ear to ear at my view. Skin the color of a roasted almonds saturated her flesh adding glow to the room. Asleep on her stomach with forearms cradling her head, Billie, for the third time since falling asleep, had wiggled from my grasp. It was a given that she was used to sleeping alone, and opposite of what she’d told me on our first date, she was snoring, ass naked.

  Each time she moved out of my arms, it never took too long before she was feeling around for me. No matter how far apart we became for a temporary climate change, the chill was never satisfying enough to not touch again.

  As she had done to me, I used my middle and index fingers to r
oam over her skin like a spider as she slept. Her back completely exposed with the exception of a white sheet crowded around her waist, she looked vulnerable and innocent. The bump in her silhouette due to the roundness of her ass had me seconds from waking her up.

  The white material clashed against her frame, reminding me of when our hands were latched. Barely hanging on, I gently pulled the material, so it sprawled across us instead of the floor.

  The firecracker I’d met at the beginning of summer made my heart beat damn near out my chest. Blessing me with butterflies and power both at the same time. We were more alike than people would assume at first glance, and she gave me something I never thought I’d have the patience to earn after Lucy, a partner.

  Sliding braids away that hung over her eyes, I blushed recalling the nasty shit she’d done to me the night before.

  “Blushing, Leiland. Really?” I questioned myself, laughing at my mannish thoughts. I had definitely underestimated her ability to wrap me around her finger.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you blushing. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to have that effect on you,” she said, teasing me without moving from her comfort.

  “It’s rude to listen to people’s thoughts.”

  “I wasn’t listening to your thoughts, your thoughts busted through my sleep. And you’re one to talk,” she urged.

  “Good morning to you, too, beautiful.”

  “Good morning, Mr. Greyson.”

  “How’d you sleep?”

  “Better than I have in close to fifteen years, thanks to you.” She revealed being candid. Stretching, she sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover her large breasts that I loved putting in my mouth.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  Eyes down and on me, she stared without answering. Scooting closer, Sparx wrapped her arm around my waist and sighed with ease, placing her head on my chest. I could sense a coat of reluctance soaking her bones.