More Than Him

“Always so fucking beautiful,” he whispers right before his mouth lands on mine. Moaning, I put my arms around his neck and spread my legs, needing to feel him moving inside of me. I have never felt complete in my life, until the day he made me his. “You need me baby?” he asks, his mouth barely leaving mine.

“Yes,” I manage to say before he slides inside of me. The mornings are always slow and beautiful.

“So fucking wet, baby. You feel that? You feel how deep inside of you I am? Shit, you're still so damn tight.” His mouth kissing all over my face before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Dun!”

“Say it again, Lani. Tell me who makes you feel like this.”

“You, Dun. Only you,” I say rocking back and forth, whimpering, my arms squeezing him, not wanting to let him go. He stops suddenly, moving my hair off my forehead. His beautiful green eyes, stare into mine, emotion as plain as day. He rubs his nose against mine before kissing me, softly and slowly, tender even. I close my eyes, basking in the feeling of belonging to someone. Feeling like I am not in it by myself.

“I love you.” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. I look into his, waiting for a hint of...something, but all I see is love. I feel the tears, but don't bother hiding them since they are because of happiness. I smile and tell him what is in my heart too.

“I love you, too,” is all I say before grabbing his ass, telling him to move without using words. The words we just exchanged, make this moment so much more. He lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper inside of me. I feel him hitting that spot inside of me, that sends fireworks through my body. Wrenching my mouth from his, I yell, letting him know I am almost there.

“Oh god. Dun…” I say moving faster and faster, racing toward the finish line.

“Fuck baby. You hear how wet you are. I love how you flood all over my cock right before you come. Say it, Lani. Say I,.” he grunts as his tempo begins to get faster. I don’t need him to tell me what words, I know.

“I love you, Dun. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Come with me.” we go over together, yelling and grunting as we both release the passion we feel for one another. He rolls over, pulling me to lay on top of him. “How you feeling, baby?” he asks, rubbing my back as I drape myself across his chest.

“Happy.”

“Good.”

“I would never have believed a month ago, this is where I would be.”

“Well I…” he begins to say when another voice comes from the front room.

“Dun, son are you here?” He jackknifes off the bed, throwing his clothes on.

“I’m sorry baby. I told her she is no longer free to come and go as she pleases. Let me go and get rid of her.” He leaves the room and I can’t help but feel a bit...I’m not sure but suddenly I feel not so good. It could be because we have been together for a month, but I have never met his mother. Now to be fair, I can hardly be upset. Whenever he has asked me anything about my family, I change the subject or find ways to distract him. Not hearing anything, I guess she must be gone, so I walk to the door.

“Darling, we have put the wedding off long enough. It is time to get started. I know about your little...dalliance, dear. Laurie understands that men sometimes need to take a deep on the bottom end. But really, Dunbar, don’t you think it has been long enough?” oh god. I think clutching my stomach. It can’t be true. There is no way the man that has become everything to me and has treated me like his everything, is engaged to someone else. I mean, with all the time we spend together, where would he find the time. Deciding it must be a mistake, I listen, waiting for him to deny it, but he never says anything. I feel my whole life falling and crashing around me. Knowing I need to go before I lose it; I throw my clothes on and grab everything I can carry in my arms. Determined to leave with my head held high, I walk out the room only to find he is walking toward me with no sign of his mom.

“Lani, where are you going?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunched and confused.

“I’m leaving. Wouldn't want to take any more time away from your wedding.” I say, still walking to the door.

“Lani listen to me. It's not what you think,” he says reaching for me. Moving back out of his reach, I can’t stop myself before I slap him.