More Than Him
“Yes Dun. Yes. Please move.” I beg, not sure how long I can follow his orders if he doesn’t move soon.
“Good girl.” he pulls out slowly, dragging against the walls of my pussy. He’s so thick I can fill him, every inch touching a part of my inside. “Ah fuck.” he groans. When he pushes back in, it isn’t as soft and slow. In and out he shoves and pulls, his hand never leaving my stomach, protecting it, cherishing it as he takes me and sends me back into a fog. I hit my fist over and over against the wall, my moans turning to whines, soon to become screams. “Shit.” only word he says before he grabs my hair and pulls me on and of meeting his thrusts as we both shout into the night, reaching the peak together. “Come baby. Fucking soak me so I can soak you back.” his free hand reaches down between my legs and pinches my clit and I fall a thousand feet from the sky, knowing he is going to catch me before I hit the ground. “So fucking beautiful when you come.” his final words before he pulls out of me and comes all over my ass, rubbing it in. “My ass. My pussy. My baby. My woman. Turn around and kiss me.” knowing I don't have the energy, he picks me up, and kisses me as he walks up to the bed.
Limp limbs and exhausted, I lie there as he undresses me and lays me on the bed. Seconds. I don't know...minutes later he gets on the bed also naked and pulls me into his arms. “Now talk to me. There is something you are running from that has nothing to do with me. It's deep inside of you. That is why you were so eager to believe the worst in me. What happened?” I really don’t want to talk about this, but maybe he is right. Perhaps my family life is also at play here. If there is any chance for us, I have to open up.
“When I was five, my father ran off with another woman and started a whole new family and I never saw him again. Shortly after, my mother spiraled out of control. She fell apart. Began drinking, staying out late, drugs, you name it. I studied my ass off, got a half scholarship to college. I worked full time as well. Well, during my sophomore year, I found out that ever since I was 16, she had been racking up gambling debt in my name.” the anger I have spent so many years trying to stifle is coming to the forefront. Due to that, as a result, I was denied for student loans and had to drop out of college. I have spent all of this time, working my ass off, every shift, overtime, second job, anything I can think of to pay it off and fix my credit. I am not entirely done, but I figure if I finish school and make more money, I can do it faster.” phew. Glad that’s over. Taking a deep breath after spilling all of that out, he pulls my chin up to look him in his eyes.
“I am sorry you had to go through that, baby. I will never walk away from you and our son. Hell from you or any of our children. I love you and this life we made, more than I love myself. You just have to give us a chance.” he says before he kisses me chastely. I have to ask the question.
“What do you want, Dun?”
“All of you and I will give you all of me. You are mine, Lani. No matter how much or how long I have to tell you that, I will. You are mine.” he repeats it over and over, slowly pushing inside of me. He doesn’t move. Instead he looks at me. “I will support every dream you have, Lani and do my best to make them all come true. Just come home, baby. Just come home.” now is slow and loving. How can I say no to that?Chapter ThirteenLailaniTwo Weeks LaterI have no idea why I am so nervous to be going home but I can’t seem to stop my legs from moving up and down. “Baby why are you shaking? Are you that scared to start our life together?” his question throws me for a second as I contemplate that. Is that why this is bothering me so much? “Your faith in me is that little?” Why do I feel like an awful person now?
“It’s not that, Dun. it’s more about the fact that so much has changed. I have changed. What if we get here, you realize I am not the shy, unsure woman you met those months ago. What if that is not what you want?” wow. Saying it out loud makes my stomach cramp. The thought that he could all of a sudden not want me again would kill me.