The Secrets You Keep

Pineapples

I open my heavy eyelids, quickly being greeted by the sizzling sun and the same muggy heat from yesterday. I reach over to grab my phone to check the weather and the temperature isn't going to be much better today. I figure I might as well try to cool myself off, slowly rising from the bed I get in the shower and allow the cool water to hit my body.

After getting out of the shower, I get dressed in my favorite pair of blue Nike basketball shorts, a white tank top, and blue of Nike slides to match my shorts. I turn around to notice Geneva on the edge of the bed studying me, biting her index finger like a horny teenager, wearing one of my white dress shirts. It's the same shirt I wore to first Sunday service when we met almost a year ago. Her petite frame makes the shirt look like a long sleeve nightgown, looking at her in it makes me laugh and reminisce about the complicated journey we've had together.

"Good morning." She smiles. "Why are you laughing at me?"

"Because you have on my shirt looking like a toddler." I chuckled.

"Oh hush and come here." She motions for me to come closer.

"Why?" I ask standing in the bathroom doorway.

"Because I asked you to." Geneva crosses her legs and gives me a deep, sultry stare that feels like she's trying to peer through my soul.

I don't move, we trade looks and the tension is so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. I start heading downstairs towards the kitchen, leaving Geneva on the edge of the bed. She follows, and the game of cat and mouse begins.

Grabbing a ripe pineapple from the counter, I get work slicing of the rind to get to the tender, juicy fruit. I haven't eaten in hours and it feels like my stomach is trying to fold in on itself from the hunger. Geneva comes up from behind me, the dress shirt that was once buttoned is now unbuttoned revealing her naked body. She slowly pauses on my left side and picking up a piece of fresh pineapple taking a bite slowly, allowing the juice to run down her chin and to her breast. She never takes her eyes off me and don't take my eyes off her, we instantly become locked into each other just like when we first made love.

Geneva picks up another piece of pineapple, inching it closer to my lips daring me to take it from her fingers. I hesitate, trying desperately not to give in but, without thinking, my mouth opens to accepts the fruit. Geneva traces my lips with the sweet juice dripping from her fingertips, she leans over to kiss my lips with such passion that for a second, I wonder if she's trying to devour my lips off my face.

"I wanted to do this for so long, I missed you my angel." Geneva whispers in my ear, her words hit me like a sultry jazz number, chills instantly jump down my spine. I missed you too baby, my mind whispers inside.

A cool breeze hits my skin and I soon realize that the central air conditioning is back on which means that the power is up and running again. I don't know whether to stay or go, Geneva wipes the last remaining beads of sweat from my forehead and smiles at me warmly, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I smile back and try allowing my body to relax, the sun is almost blinding but it doesn't stop Geneva from looking into my eyes and grinning hard.

"Your eyes... I love them so damn much, even when you don't touch me, those eyes make me feel like I'm going to cum each time." She further confirms this by placing my hand to feel the slippery wetness between her legs, planting rough kisses on my neck, my fingers slightly dig into her back as I make use of my tongue, slurping the pineapple juice from her chest.

"Let me taste you... I want you so bad." Breathing heavily and almost begging,Geneva slowly lowers towards the floor on her knees and begins pulling at my basketball shorts.

I don't have time to react before she is feeding on my pussy, a moan escapes my mouth loudly and I try to stay on my feet as my knees turn to jelly. I've never let another woman eat me out, I've always been the one who did the pleasing and got pleasure from it, my body and heart must've had other plans today.

Geneva plunges two fingers inside and I nearly scream in ecstasy, staring up at me she reaches my breasts and works her finger around my left nipple. Whatever upper body strength I had melts away, she reaches up to catch me as I crash to the floor shaking, crying, and cumming on her fingers still buried inside me.

After removing her fingers, Geneva wipes my tears with the type of care that only a mother could have for her heartbroken child. Only thing difference is, I'm not heartbroken, just confused and lost. The last two days have played out like some shit you see in the movies, I love her but I'm so stuck and don't know what to do.

"Cameron, are you okay baby?" Geneva asks softly whispering again.

"Yes." I reply between breathes.

She lays next to me on the now cold kitchen floor and has tears in her eyes now.

"I've put you through so much, and I should've given you more than you could ever dream of." Geneva says. 

The tears keep flowing between the both of us and soon we are crying like small children trying not to look away from each other. After a few minutes, we finally catch our breaths and the tears stop flowing for now. I sit up and put my back up against the refrigerator, Geneva sits across with her back up against the counter.

Laughter rolls up from my stomach and escapes my mouth, she looks at me puzzled before starting to laughing too.

"What the hell are we?" I ask, my sides aching from laughter.

"We're a pair of fools who happen to love each other." Geneva says smiling and shaking her head.

"You're right, I'm still hungry though." We laugh again.

"I'll cook breakfast in a minute." "How do you like your eggs?" Geneva stands and extends her hand out to help me up from the floor.

"Hot and scrambled, just like us."

My corny joke sends her into another fit of laughter, she composes herself once again, we embrace and kiss deeply, making our way upstairs for another round of sex and a shower before coming back downstairs for breakfast and a movie. I missed this place.