by D. Camille
Millie was surprised at his precision in getting everything in order. Before she knew it, she had a plate full of food and a cold can of Faygo. She smiled across from him. “You’re always feeding me,” she teased.
“You like to eat,” he commented with a shrug. “And so do I.”
She dug into the food while watching him. “Thank you Henry.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Millie.”
They began to eat in comfortable silence with the water as the background. Millie secretly admired Henry with his nice haircut and dress shirt. She could see his muscles move beneath the fabric as he raised his fork to his mouth. Millie watched his strong, clean shaven jaw as he chewed slowly. When her gaze caught his, she knew she’d been caught staring.
Millie looked into her plate. “I’m so glad that Ford Motor Company would let me have your time today.”
“I was happy not to see the inside of there today,” he told her.
She nodded. “That’s a really good job. A lot of folks try really hard to get hired there.”
“I know.” Henry agreed. “That’s why I take my job seriously.”
Millie continued to eat slowly. “Have you ever seen any of the Fords?” she asked.
Henry smirked. “They don’t really come on the assembly line. They have nice offices that we don’t get to visit.”
“Is it true that Mr. Ford didn’t really invent the car?” Millie asked.
“Yes ma’am. Charles Rich Patterson, no relation to me, invented the first automobile. He was a former slave and owned the first and only black-owned car company. His car was better than Ford’s Model T but because Ford was a white man, and was able to get the funding…he now has enough money that will last through generations of his family,” Henry said bitterly.
Hearing his anger, Millie paused and sat her plate aside. “Why is it so hard for us Henry?”
He took a deep breath and sat his own plate down as well. “I wish I knew the answer to that Millie.”
“Do you think one day it’ll be easier?”
Henry took her hand. “I don’t know what we’ll see in this life Millie, but I plan on having everything I want.”
She touched his chin. “What is it that you want?”
He pulled her closer. “Right about now, Millie Gaines is on the top of the list.” Henry gently laid her down on the blanket.
Millie stared up at him. “What do you want to do with me?” she asked breathlessly as he leaned over her.
Henry began to gently stroke her hairline. “Well, I’d like to take you out...talk with you…feed you and kiss you,” he paused to let her take that in.
She held her breath as he slid a slow hand down her body. “And whatever else you want me to do.”
Millie closed her eyes before Henry started tasting her lips again. Behind her lids, she envisioned Henry removing her clothing then kissing her all over. She wanted to feel his strength…she wanted to feel his love. Still lost in her fantasy she moaned and when he lifted away from her, she kept her eyes closed.
“I love you…” she whispered out loud then winced and squeezed her eyes shut tighter. When the words hit her ears, she’d known that she hadn’t just said them in her recurring fantasy.
Henry leaned to whisper in her ear. “Is that for me?”
Millie opened her eyes slowly as Henry stared down at her. Gathering her courage, she nodded. Millie always faced things head on and never ran from situations. Telling Henry that she loved him was the absolute truth but even though she said it every night when she dreamed of him, she hadn’t meant to say it right now.
“Yes sir,” she told him quietly waiting for his response.
He smiled. “That’s a real good thing Millie.
“Why?” she questioned.
“Because this country boy has been knocked off his feet by a pretty little ballplayer,” he confessed. “She’s the girl of my dreams and my first love.”
Millie felt her eyes water. “I’m your first love?”
Henry nodded. “And fifty years from now, I’m going to tell you the same thing.”
“Fifty years?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes ma’am, fifty years from now I’ll tell our grandchildren about my sweet little Honey,” he predicted.
Holding his eyes, she responded, “And I’ll tell them about…” she paused dramatically and he waited.
“How I had to bail their granddaddy out of jail,” she teased him.
Henry frowned. “So you want to joke around?” he threatened as his hand moved to her stomach.
Seeing the look in his eyes, she warned, “Don’t do it Henry!”
He shook his head. “Too late, you wanna tell my grandkids that I was arrested.” Henry began to tickle her tummy as she squirmed to get away.
“Henry, stop!” she yelled into between laughs.
He continued while holding her in place. “Now what are you going to tell my little sweet grandbabies about me?” he asked while she fought at his tickling hands.
“Okay!” Millie screamed. “Okay!”
Henry slowed his assault and waited. Gaining her breath again, Millie sobered and stared at him, “I’ll tell them that from the first time I saw their granddaddy, I never wanted anyone else.”
He rewarded her with a sweet kiss that quickly turned into a heated exchange before Henry pulled away. “Our date has just started Millie but if I keep kissing you, it’ll stop right now.”
He helped her to sit up. “Let’s clean up here because we have to be at the cinema in a little while.”
Millie didn’t get to go to the movies often because she was busy with school and baseball so going now would be a treat and going with Henry would be icing on the cake.
“What are we going to watch?” Millie asked with excitement.
“Whatever you like,” he confirmed. “And we’ll get popcorn and candy bars.”
She placed her hand over her flat stomach. “I think you’re trying to fatten me up.”
“No ma’am, I like what you got just fine.” He ran a hand down her bare leg. “Your legs are real nice and soft.”
Millie smiled slyly. “I shaved them. Irma told me about shaving certain parts that a man likes.”
Henry lifted a brow at her. “Interesting…” He continued to rub her legs from ankle to knee.
They cleaned and packed everything up then Millie laid out on the blanket staring up at the blue sky and white puffy clouds. She couldn’t think of a time that her heart had been this content. Henry went back to stroking her hair and she smiled.
“Are you happy Millie?” he asked.
Her eyes sparkled. “So happy Henry.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to do today besides the cinema?”
“No, I’m just happy being with you,” she told him.
Henry smiled. “I’m happy you waited.” Snapping his fingers, he dug into his pocket.
Millie watched as Henry pulled a chain out of his trousers. She waited as he placed it over her head then laid it against her breasts. She looked down at the silver chain with a key on the end.
Lifting the key from her chest, she looked at him. “What’s this Henry?”
“It’s your key, so you don’t have to bother the landlord,” he explained simply.
Millie sat up watching him with the key still in her hand. “I can have a key to your apartment?”
“You’re my girl.” He rubbed her arm. “And I trust you more than anybody in this world.”
“Aww Henry.” Millie still stared at the key around her neck. “You’re not just wanting me to cook for you, are you?” She looked back at him.
“You said you’d cook for me anytime,” he reminded her.
Millie laughed. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
He laughed too. “I don’t expect you to cook for me, only if you want to,” he clarified. “But you can feel free to come study, watch TV or whatever you need to do.”
Millie looked at the key agai
n. “You’re very sweet to me Henry.”
Henry laid back on the blanket placing his hands underneath his head. “I’ll always be sweet to you Millie.”
After looking at the key in awe, she turned to him and reached over to toy with the buttons on his shirt. “How much longer can we stay here?”
Henry checked his watch. “We can relax for a little while.”
Millie laid her head on his chest and wrapped her leg around his. Contentedly, she sighed and laid an arm around his waist. His strong heartbeat was underneath her ear and his muscled body supported her as though she was light as a feather.
Henry held Millie close and rubbed her back absently, lost in his thoughts. She wondered what he was thinking so she asked him.
“I’m thinking about those other places you shaved on your body,” he admitted.
Millie grinned. “That got your attention?”
“You’ve always had my attention.”
She rubbed a hand over his chest. “You always know what to say.”
“I only tell you the truth Millie. Life is too short to be dishonest with the ones you love,” he said softly.
Millie felt her insides smile. She wanted Henry Patterson to love her for a lifetime, because she knew for certain that she would love him forever.
Chapter 13
Henry and Millie went to his apartment after the cinema. Millie chose a romantic comedy that Henry also enjoyed. They shared popcorn and decided to skip the candy bars. The ride to his place had been filled with music and laughter.
Now sitting on Henry’s sofa, Millie stared at him quietly while he sat in a relaxed pose with his long legs stretched out in front of him and ankles crossed. He had an arm resting along the back of the couch and he softly stroked her wrist that rested there as well. Millie sat on her haunches with her feet tucked underneath her absorbing his touch.
“Did you like the movie?” she asked to initiate some conversation into the silent room.
Henry nodded still watching her and Millie looked around the room then back at him. She waited a few more minutes before she spoke again.
“Are we just going to sit here?” she finally asked.
“That’s up to you Millie,” he responded quietly still touching her softly. “If you want to sit here, we can sit here. If you want to do something else, you only have to say the word.”
She moved closer while sliding her hand up his arm to his neck. Lowering her face to his, she whispered, “Go.”
Millie began to kiss him right before she felt herself being lifted into the air in his arms. Linking her arms around his neck she continued as he walked to the bedroom. Sitting her on her bare feet, Henry looked down at her as she smiled up at him.
“I want to see you…” she told him. “All of you.”
Henry held her sultry eyes while pulling his shirt out of his pants then began to unbutton it. When it fell open revealing muscled brown chest, Millie placed both palms on the warm pecs before pushing the garment over his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
Henry moved to his belt and unfastened it while Millie continued her exploration of his contoured chest lightly sprinkled with dark hairs. He slid the pants down his legs and stepped out of them while Millie’s exploration moved lower to his tight abs.
She looked him over in his white briefs and dark socks. “In my Anatomy classes, I study the structure of the male body.” Millie continued to examine him with her hands. “But I’ve never actually touched one.”
Henry allowed her to satisfy her curiosity and her touch began to ignite his body, causing his reaction to become even more evident. “Uh, Millie…”
Millie was still consumed by her inspection, lovingly sliding her hands across his brown body. She reached for the hem of his underwear then looked up at him. “Can I take these off?” she asked.
Henry placed his hands over hers then helped her to slide the garment over his extended flesh. When they dropped to his ankles, he stepped out of them and looked down at Millie who was staring at his manhood like it was the most incredible instrument she had even seen. “Uh, Millie…”
Millie reached out and took him into her hand, lost completely now in her own world. She traced along the veins that ran the length of him then lovingly covered the mushroom cap with her warm palm giving it a gentle squeeze. When Henry groaned, she looked up at him with a sexy smile then promptly returned to her exploration.
Looking down at the curls on the top of her head, Henry reveled in the feel of her hands on him. Millie’s touch was warm and firm. She had no hesitancy in her mission to explore his manhood and Henry took the pleasure for as long as he could. “Uh, Millie…” he gritted out.
Millie heard Henry calling her name, but she was deep into her own mind filled with all kinds of thoughts and her hands were filled with…Henry. He felt hard and soft at the same time and when she felt him twitch in her hands, she marveled at what made him a man and Henry was definitely all man.
She looked up at him again. “You know what to do with this?” Millie asked and felt him jerk in her hand again.
Henry locked eyes with hers. “Yes ma’am,” he answered hoarsely.
Millie’s hand moved lower to gently caress the warm sac that hung below. She heard the rumble from deep within his chest as she fondled him, holding the weight in her small hands. With her other hand, Millie stroked his patch of thick dark man curls before moving back to fill her hands with what she knew he was going to use to pleasure her immensely. She teased a thumb over the head and Henry grabbed her wrists gently bringing a halt to her exploration.
Henry brought her arms up around his neck then pulled her flush against him. He lowered his mouth to her neck inhaling her flowery scent. In her ear, he whispered, “Are you ready for me to show you?”
Millie cradled his head against her neck. “Yes…” She felt his hands behind her back slowly unfastening her skirt. Next, he slid the zipper down over her bottom and began to slide the garment off of her body. Millie gave a little shimmy to help ease the fabric over her hips then down to puddle around her ankles.
Henry was already on to her blouse before her skirt hit the floor. He grabbed the hem then gently lifted it over her head as she lifted her arms to assist him. When she stood in front of him in a matching black bra and panties, his eyes darkened even more.
Henry lifted her into his arms and Millie wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. Looking down she lowered her mouth to his and they engaged in a torrid kiss that set the tone for what was about to happen. “Pretty woman, can I have you?” Henry asked against her open mouth.
Millie cradled his handsome face. “Right now Henry Patterson.” She slid her tongue into his mouth.
Needing no more prompting, Henry moved them over to the bed laying her on her back then reaching down to remove her panties. As he slid them down her smooth legs, his gaze lit on another area. It was neatly shaved and the dark vee called to him. Tossing her panties to the side, he placed his mouth over the beautiful mound then moved lower.
Millie recalled this pleasure, so she closed her eyes and let her legs fall apart while Henry performed one of the many things he knew…
When he climbed over her body, she smiled up at him before tasting her essence on his lips. His mouth moved from hers down to her black covered breasts. Reaching underneath her back, he unfastened her bra and disposed of it quickly before latching on to one pert nipple.
Millie arched reflexively into his mouth as the sensations began to pull at her womb. By the time Henry moved to her other breast, she was panting. Trying to retain rational thought, she knew that there was something that she needed to tell him, but what he was doing to her right now robbed her brain of oxygen.
“Don’t move.” Millie heard him say as he moved away from her. She looked up as he walked over to the dresser in his bedroom. Admiring the view, she watched in anticipation. Millie saw him grab the small package and close the drawer.
The item in his hand triggered he
r memory of what she needed to tell him. “Henry?”
Henry felt the floor drop from underneath him at the way she’d said his name. If she’d changed her mind, of course he’d respect her wishes…and then he’d die a slow, painful, agonizing death. He knew she wanted to say something to him and he didn’t know if he really wanted to hear it right at this moment.
Walking back over to the bed, he stopped and stared down at her sexy, honey-toned naked body. His manhood jumped in anticipation and he tried to calm himself. “Yes Millie,” he answered quietly steeling himself against her next words.
Millie took in the pained expression on Henry’s face and became confused. “Are you okay?” she asked.
He nodded slowly and cleared his throat. “Did you want to tell me something?” he inquired.
Still watching him, she continued, “Yes, I went to the clinic and I got on the pill a couple of weeks ago.” Henry froze while trying to digest her words.
When he didn’t respond, but just closed his eyes, Millie scrambled to her knees on the bed in front of him. “Henry, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just surprised,” he managed to get out opening his eyes and looking down at her. “You did that for me?”
Millie put a hand on his chest. “I did it for us… because I want you but I don’t want a baby. I’m in school and you’re establishing yourself so we both need to be responsible,” she explained.
Henry caressed her cheek. “I love you Millie and I promise to always take care of you.” He kissed her slowly as he laid her back onto the bed.
Millie locked her arms and legs around his strong body as their mouths began to reheat the rest of their bodies. When Henry started to stroke her, Millie closed her eyes and focused on his touch. His hands explored her then moved lower, preparing her for the part that she awaited.
Henry felt Millie’s tight, virginal spot that was now completely saturated from her feminine spring. He used his hand to pleasure her until she was ready for him to join with her. As Henry looked down into her flushed face, he saw her eyes were closed and her dark curls covered her head. Millie was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, inside and out and he wanted her to see the love in his eyes as he made her his woman.
