by Ml Rodriguez
His words are making me squirm and he notices. “You like that, huh? My hands goin’ lower and lower until I reach between your legs. I play with you, askin’ for entrance, and you let me in. Think how good it will feel when my fingers slide inside of you. My fingers goin’ in and out, like my cock will after I make you cum the first time. As I’m goin’ in and out, my thumb will be playin’ with your clit; ticklin,’ teasin,’ and gently pinchin’ it, makin’ you crazy with pleasure. Imagine how good it will feel to just let go, goin’ over the edge while I fuck you with my hand. Then, my mouth replacin’ that hand and I’m eatin’ you up. Makin’ you cum with my tongue. Mmmm … how good you will taste. After you cum a second time, I’ll slide my cock inside of you. Imagine how good it’ll feel, that sensation of fullness. I’ll bring you so much pleasure, love. You’ll cum for me again and I’ll make you mine. Mine, Faith. That’s how amazin’ it’ll be between us.” He finishes his monologue with a kiss and then turns me around.
I … oh … I almost climaxed with his words. I want him. No, I need him. I need him so freaking much.
“Zane, I need more. Give me your mouth one more time, I need you.” I try turning back, but he doesn’t let me. He holds me in place and starts to dance.
“No, Faith. That’s all you’re gettin’ until after our talk tomorrow. I want you to want me, to desire me, to crave me. I want you to be mine. So, tomorrow, baby—after tomorrow, I’ll give you anything you want.”
Zane
Well, fuck! Now I’m hard as a fucking rock and I’ll find no release until I take care of myself at my place, after I make sure Faith is safely in her house. Regardless, it’s all worth it. She wants me as much as I want her. I just have to make sure she agrees to be mine before I break down and give her the physical release she desires.
When I finally take her completely, it’ll be because she’s truly mine at last.
I was definitely not a happy camper last night after Zane had me all hot and bothered with his kisses and his sensually descriptive talk. Man, does he know how to talk to me. How to make me crave his touch.
Following our mind-blowing kiss, he bought me a couple more drinks and we danced until the club closed for the night. The entire time, I was in his arms and I loved how safe I felt there—I knew no harm would come to me while I was there with him.
After leaving the club, he drove us back home and made sure Julia and I got inside in one piece. Both of us had had a little too much to drink so we needed help stumbling into my house without waking the girls. I really should’ve taken some Aleve and a whole bottle of water before falling face down in my bed. Now, it’s morning and I’m paying for my night of fun.
“Momma! Momma! Mooommmmaaa!” Skylar shrieks as she comes running down the hall to my room.
“Ggggmmmmm,” I hear beside me. “Oh, God … please. Stop yelling.”
I turn and see Julia next to me. Guess she was too tired to get to the guest room. Damn, we must both look a fright this morning. I see she fell asleep with her make-up on and now it’s all over her face. I don’t remember taking mine off, either; hopefully Skylar doesn’t think a monster is sleeping in Momma’s bed.
“Momma! Wake up!” She hollers, storming into my room and jumping onto the bed. Good thing I know her different yells—I can decipher that the house isn’t burning down. This is her “I’m excited” yell.
“I’m up, sweetie,” I half say, half groan. I’m getting too old for late nights like this.
“Please go back to sleep, darlin,’” Julia begs Skylar. “It’s too early in the morning for this. Let Aunty Julia get a little more rest, please, baby. Have mercy on me. Why don’t you drag your momma outta here and let me go back nighty-night?”
That witch. I’ll remember this and one day I’ll get my revenge, I silently vow.
“Don’t be silly, Aunty Julia. “It’s not early; the clock’s little hand is on the nine and the big hand is on the six. And, the clock on the stove says nine-three-zero. That’s late.”
“Oh, God …” I hear Julia moan.
“Momma, there’s a man in our house. He wants to see you. Can we keep him, Momma?” She asks excitedly. “He looks like one of my Disney princes, only way bigger. Can we keep him? Please, Momma. Please …” she says with her hands clasped together underneath her chin, begging.
“What?” I’m suddenly wide awake and jumping out of bed. “What man in our house? Where is he?” All kinds of crazy scenarios are running through my head as I quickly throw some clothes on.
“Relax, Momma,” Rylee says as she comes into my room. “It’s just Josilyn’s uncle, you little peanut, and I told you that too. Don’t be scarin’ Momma like that, you little bugger. And you can’t keep people. It’s just not done.”
“Don’t call me bugger!” Skylar cries at her sister and then turns back to me, making those cute puppy eyes that I find irresistible. “But he’s so handsome and I really want to keep him.”
“Momma, he’s here to see you,” Rylee says, turning to me. “I wonder what he wants. Hmmm, might be why he’s been askin’ questions …”
Oh, crap. He seriously wants to talk now? Doesn’t that man realize that it’s too early in the morning for our “talk”? I’ve made my decision but I wanted to tell him when I didn’t look like a clown with a bad paint job.
“Tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes. Let me jump into the shower first real quick.”
“Okay. By the way, he’s in the kitchen. He brought breakfast tacos and I wasn’t turning those away—they’re my favorite. He’s pullin’ out all the stops and I’ll take full advantage,” she says, laughing at my predicament.
“Okay, okay. I’ll hurry.” I’m too freaked out to get onto Rylee for letting him in our house without my permission.
Well, there goes my long hot shower to work the kinks out of my body. Instead of my long and leisurely Saturday morning, I am going to have to do everything in less than ten minutes. He owes me for this. Big time.
Twelve minutes later, I’m walking into my delicious-smelling kitchen. Oh, yeah … nice greasy breakfast tacos after a night of drinking and dancing. Best breakfast ever.
I walk in to find everyone. Even Julia is up, sitting at the table eating. I have to keep my laughter in when I see Zane eating his taco off a pink Disney princess plate, a purple place mat, and drinking from a pink cup. I can guess who gave him the dining set. I wish I had my phone on me for a picture. He looks so darn cute, poor man.
“Did y’all save me one?” I ask.
“Of course, Momma,” my girls say at the same time.
“There’s one in the bag for you, baby,” Zane informs me.
At the word “baby,” Rylee and Julia just stop and stare. Oh man, how do I explain this? And, Skylar—well, she is too busy eating her breakfast to notice anything. That girl was blessed with her father’s stomach and fondness for food.
Rylee looks between Zane and me. She slowly starts to smile and then resumes eating. She quickly finishes and asks to be excused, then rushes out of the kitchen. I’m sure it’s to phone Josilyn. Great! Now, I should expect a call from Jackie. Well, there’s no keeping it a secret now. Damn it. I’m sure he did this on purpose.
Julia keeps staring until, I imagine, she starts remembering the events of last night because she perks up, like a light bulb went off in her head. I’m sure she saw us kissing and remembers that Zane and I danced the whole night until he brought us home and led us to the door. Now, she starts smiling. She scarfs down the rest of her taco, grabs Skylar and her unfinished breakfast, and high-tails it out the kitchen, leaving me and Zane alone. Thanks a lot, Julia.
“Mornin,’ baby.” Zane greets me like it’s the most normal thing in the world and he’s not barging into my world and turning it upside down.
“Seriously, Zane. You couldn’t let me talk to the girls first before havin’ you over?” I’m pretty upset. “I remember we agreed to talk today and that’s all.”
“Faith, I remember sayin�
�� ‘tomorrow we’ll be us,’ and now it’s time. You’re damn lucky I wasn’t at your door earlier. I told you we’re talkin’ today and we are … about us. If I let you pick the time, you’ll put it off until God knows when. I want this handled so I can grab you and kiss the hell out of you. I want to be able to hold your hand in front of your girls without worry. I’m takin’ this out of your hands and we’re gettin’ this talkin’ over and done with, so eat up.” He pauses to continue eating off the Disney princess plate. He looks seriously adorable, not that I would tell him just yet. “And, I want to tell the girls together, like we’ll be from now on.”
“Zane, you know that Rylee is currently on her phone tellin’ Josilyn about breakfast. We’re probably gonna be gettin’ calls from Jackie pretty soon.”
“Good. News will travel faster than the speed of light once my sister is informed. I’m not gonna hide that I want to be with you. The girls saw me here and didn’t get upset. I want to talk to them together. I want to let them know I plan to get to know their momma and them, that I’ll respect them and that I’m here if y’all need me. My cards are on the table. I’m being honest with you. I want to be with you and I know that they come with you. I’ll never make you choose between us. I need their permission to date you. For me to ask those girls for permission should tell you how serious I’m about you. I don’t want to just fuck you, Faith, I want to be your man and I want to call you my woman.”
Beautiful.
Last night, I loved being in his arms and his kisses—well, those put me on fire and something else. He took care of Julia and me and made sure we made it home safely. The notion of this bigger-than-life man asking my two girls for anything is surreal. How can I say no to him? Do I really want to let this opportunity pass?
No, I don’t.
He’s right; we need to talk to the girls. I can’t let my fears keep me from experiencing something that might be great. If this doesn’t work out, at least both girls will know that their momma wasn’t afraid to take a risk. We’ve been through much worse and made it through.
Taking a deep breath, I look at him.
“You’re right, Zane. We need to speak with the girls and inform them about us. I do want you and I’m not gonna let my fears keep me from being with you. We need to tell the girls they’ll always come first; they’re my first priority. Always. Just don’t hurt me, please.” I pause for a second. “Um … I don’t think you’ll have a problem with Skylar. She thinks you look like one of her Disney princes; she wants to keep you and was pretty upset when Rylee told her we couldn’t keep people.”
As soon as I finish speaking, Zane scoops me into his arms and claims my mouth.
Mmmm.
Delicious.
The kiss is even better than I remember from last night.
“Thank you, baby,” he says. “I thought I was gonna have to do battle with you again to get you to see things my way. You enjoyed being in my arms last night, but I didn’t know if you were gonna blame the alcohol or agree that it’s the strong pull between us that led to the incredible night we had.” He places our foreheads together, not giving me a chance to be anywhere but in his arms.
I can see now I wasn’t the only one that was afraid. I was afraid to take a chance on him and he was afraid that I was going to reject him. I never thought this big strong man would be afraid of anything, but I was wrong. We all have fears.
I just pray that I’m not making a mistake in bringing him to the girls too soon. Things are moving incredibly fast between us, as if an unknown force is pushing us together—pushing me to be with him—but it just feels so right, like it was meant to be. I feel like I belong with him. I pray he decides to stay with us after he finds out my tiny little secret. Right now is just not the time to bring it up.
From that first moment I saw him, I knew he was going to change my world. I wasn’t ready for him then and that’s why I ran; I was scared of the feelings he awakened in me. Back then, I still hadn’t let go of the past. I wasn’t ready to move on. Now, moving on doesn’t mean that my love for Jake is ending, because I will always love him. He was my husband and he gave me the most wonderful gifts a man can give a woman—he gave me his love, his devotion, his last name, and he gave me two beautiful daughters. I thought he was my forever. When we married, we believed we had a future together. We couldn’t have known life had other plans for us. I’ll always be grateful for the years we shared, and I’ll always treasure our time together. But now, I have to close that chapter in my life and begin a new one.
Zane will be a new chapter in my life that I’m going to enjoy wholeheartedly. We’re going to be “us” and we’ll see what life has planned for us.
Zane
Thank you, God.
She’s not going to fight me. This morning, I thought I was going to have a fight on my hands, but I was wrong. I feel a huge weight lifted from my shoulders and everything is starting to fall into place.
She’s going to take a chance on me—on us.
Thank you.
After our conversation, we called the girls into the living room and we spoke to them about our newfound relationship. I told them I really liked Zane and Zane really liked me. I had to speak in simple terms so Skylar could understand. Zane spoke to them about his desire to get to know not only me but them as well, and how he was going to do his very best to make us happy. We told them we would be going out on dates both as a couple and all together. After several dates, we were going to introduce each other to our families, meaning their grandparents and his parents. It was a new adventure for all of us, but we were doing it together.
I was worried Rylee would be upset since she remembers our time with Jake and she was his little princess, but I was wrong. She was happy I was going to date again and that the person was Josilyn’s uncle, someone we knew.
“I’m glad you’re gonna go out with Mr. Zane, Momma,” she tells me. “I’ll never be upset because I know how much you loved Daddy and how you did everything possible to make our lives run smoothly and us into a strong and happy family. Your love story was one for the fairy books, but he’s not here anymore. I also remember your struggle after he died to keep us together and to make sure his dream lived on. You deserve this and so much more. Daddy would want you to be happy and I want to you to be happy. If Mr. Zane makes you smile again, I’m not going to stand in your way. I love you always and forever, no matter what. Plus, he’s really hot for an old guy,” she adds, grinning. “You’ve done good, Momma.” Before I can reply, she runs away laughing. That girl thinks she’s so funny. I pray my baby girl finds her prince again someday and he loves her like her daddy did me.
As for Skylar, that girl was ecstatic. Ecstatic.
“So does this mean I get to keep him?” she asks, all excited.
Before I can reply, Zane answers. “Yes, princess, y’all get to keep me.”
Well, there it is. We get to keep him. Please, God, let that be true. I really, really like him. Please … I send a prayer up above.
16 February 2013
When you’re happy, time just flies by. Before we know it, four “us” dates, four family dates, and numerous dinners together at my house have passed and we’ve managed to meet during the day for lunch during our busy work schedules. I’ve managed to keep him away from the office until I work up the bravery to let him know what I do and who I work with.
And now, we’re at the point where we get to meet his family. I don’t remember being this nervous when I first met Jake’s parents; maybe I was too young to know the significance back then, or in my pretty little mind, I just knew nothing could go wrong. That attitude is totally different now. Oh boy. I pray that this goes well.
I just can’t help all the different thoughts running through my head. What is his family going to think of me? Most importantly, what is his mother going to think of me? After a very excited Jackie phoned me with questions and then congratulations, she told me that Zane’s a really big mommy’s boy. He’s the baby of t
he family and the only boy out of five children; therefore, the apple of his momma’s eye. It’s just peachy for me.
After giving myself pep talks all week, the day finally arrives. It’s Josilyn’s birthday party. Of course, all of us going is a must; Rylee is Josilyn’s BFF and I’m Zane’s woman. Yes, woman. I called myself his girlfriend once and he quickly corrected me.
“Babe, I’m your man and you’re my woman. What we have isn’t high-school shit, it’s real. So none of this boyfriend/girlfriend crap. Understand?”
So now, I find myself decked out in Miss Me black shorts with bling on the back pockets, a mint-green mesh three-quarter sleeve shirt with a same-color tank underneath, and black wedges. My hair is in a side braid, my jewelry matches my shirt, and my make-up is neutral. I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a thumbs up on this Bar-B-Q get together-worthy outfit. I’m right in the middle between dressy and casual—perfect.
Rylee’s in Miss Me blue jean shorts, a sparkling loose sleeveless cream blouse, and gold gladiator sandals. Her make-up is so light, you can’t even tell she has any on. And Skylar, well, that girl is a mixture of pink and purple with a bit of turquoise thrown in for accent. Like I said before, mini-fashionista and she manages to pull it off beautifully.
We gather in my room and check each other over and agree we look beautiful like always. I’ve made it my mission to instill in my girls that we’re always beautiful. I don’t want either of my babies to be self-conscious about their bodies; if our clothes start fitting us a bit tightly, we’ll go exercise or we’ll just buy new clothes that fit our bodies better. My girls are beautiful, no matter what shape or form they take.
