Shades of Sepia

XVIII

Onika Tanya Maraj
December 16th
Houston, Texas

With a brain full of fuzz and an orifice full of cum, I felt Beyoncé's sloppy kisses along my neck, our bodies rocking hard as the sun rose with us. I held onto her tightly, both hands holding onto the nape of her neck with my legs anchored around her waist.

She couldn't wait to get back on top of me, back inside me.

I guided her lips up to mine, biting into her lip. I danced my hips on her lap like I was back home and she pushed up on me closer until our thrusting turned into feverish grinding. We were like restless teenagers, doing shit we were not supposed to be doing. Our skin refused to disconnect as she rode me right up to the headboard.

"Damn I missed you," She was wedged inside me so deep, paralyzing me and refusing to come out. I was full, my brain just about completely populated with her children. "I love you girl. Don't leave me again," She hovered over me, her eyes meeting mine and for the first time, I could see the dire need in her hazel eyes, "I almost didn't make it."

I tracked my gentle touch down her back, leaning up to whisper against her lips, "I won't baby."

"Promise me."

My legs' grip faltered until they fell down to her thighs and she reached underneath me to hold me tight. We rocked slowly and our passion began to unfold, the heat rising into my loins.

"I promise," I was breathless, on my fourth orgasm just to start the day.

"I need you by my side, always."

"Always," I repeated after her like a parrot. My mind was back in Aspen, my body up under her, wishing we hadn't argued on my birthday. She made it all feel so right, like everything we went through was for the greater good, and I never wanted to leave her side again.

I felt her nails in my skin as we dropped back onto the bed, her throbbing beating harder against my flesh. She bit me, pulled away from my body so that she could slam into me rougher. "And don't you ever take off anything I gave you. I don't care how you feel." I dug my nails into her biceps to hold on.

The sound of our skin clapping hard consumed me partially, the feeling filling the rest of that sensation. I knew exactly what I was doing when I stopped wearing her bracelets. To Beyoncé, that meant I was no longer her woman. I knew she wasn't going for that.

"Say it. Say you'll never do it again," She growled angrily in my ear.

My back arched off of the bed, my head hitting the headboard harder. "I'll never do it again!"

"You'll keep my shit on?"

"Yes.. I promise!"

We were on one accord, biting and scratching and moaning and crying until I was so full that I was leaking all over her. Her strokes slowed down completely, her hand wrapped tight around my throat as she poured more cum inside me. With each slow, rough stroke she was moaning my name before she fell out, rolling over beside me and I could finally see the sun through the blinds.

I gave her some attention and she was already looking, smiling wide.

"You finally get some and now you cheesing."

"Can you tell how much I missed you?" She didn't stay away for long, rolling right over to me, kissing my nose, "Don't leave me again. Seriously. I don't think I can take that."

"Communicate with me and I won't. I try my best to understand you but I can't really do that if I don't know."

"That doesn't make it okay for you to run off like that. I wonder what would've happened if those two didn't come to us. Running off and staying away isn't the solution. What if I would've went out and found another girl?"