𝓐𝓼 𝓦𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝔂

Ch. 28: Made For Me

'Every Kind of Way' by HER, played from the Bluetooth speaker as my hands rubbed up Maurice's back. I worked the Shea butter into his skin, gently massaging his shoulders before tracing the muscles in his arms & rubbing it into his elbows. He held his head up towards the ceiling and sighed as I applied a light pressure to the muscles in his lower back. I swear, no matter what we're doing, I can't help but fall deeper in love with this man. It's not just because he's fine, I've loved him before he even hit puberty. He just gets me in every way, and I thank God every day for making our paths cross when he did.

The kids had spent the evening and night with their grands, giving us some much needed alone time. We were up all night talking about a multitude of things. Politics, our fathers, life in general, the goals we had reached, and those we had yet to achieve. We played C.O.D. and switched games when I lost for the fifty-lem time, accusing him of cheating, but really, I just REALLY sucked ass at the game.

He let me play GTA V Online while he cooked us a late night dinner of chicken spaghetti, ceasar salad with homemade garlic croutons, and sliced french bread, something light. Comfortable, he wore a white tank and Chicago Bulls basketball shorts, while I dawned a pink croptop with Lola Bunny on it and black shorts.

Can you believe we didn't have sex?!?!...Well last night anyway. Yeah, it didn't even come up. We were so consumed with all of the other things we were doing that it never crossed our minds. The water gun fight in the backyard underneath the stars, and the moonlight was one for the books. We even got to use our super soakers, too, since Vaeh wasn't playing with us & I lit Maurice's ass up! I'm sure our neighbors were probably annoyed with our volume given the hour, but the shit was fun as fuck. Plus, it was a Saturday.

We woke up Sunday morning on the couch. My head on his stomach and his rested on the arm of the sofa, he had one arm around me, while the other dangled off the cushion. We decided that a long shower sounded good. Especially since we didn't get to take one the night prior. With the music playing, we sang, badly, 'Fire & Desire' to each other while lathering the soap all over us. The laughs were abundant. We rapped along loudly to Tupac's '2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted'. Maurice imitated my dance moves to Megan Thee Stallion's 'Red Wine', but ended up looking like how white girls look dancing in those early 2000s movies.

I was Kung Fu Kenny in the flesh when 'ELEMENT' blasted through the speaker. Maurice was the best hype man as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to him. He kissed my forehead, looking deep into my eyes and biting his bottom lip. Just then, the music on shuffle began playing 'Halo' by Beyoncé & I made a pouty face because it was a song I'd always sing to our son. She didn't even get a chance to sing before I heard...

"Alexa, next!" he shouted over the song as the water cascaded down onto our bodies.

"Why'd you skip it?" I complained, looking up into his face after turning my attention away from the direction of the speaker, just as 'Knockin' Da Boots' by H-Town blarred through, which was pretty foreshadowing. He bit his bottom lip again & filled his hands with my bare wet ass, bringing me even closer to him.

"Because ion want you thinking about our son, when I'm trying to bend it up in you." Before I could say anything, I felt myself lifting from the wet tiles & being pushed against the glass of shower, his mouth engulfing mine, the two of us becoming tongue tied.

It was only after departing and drying off that he massaged body butter into my skin. His hands traced the curves of my flesh, caressing my pillowy skin gently. He kissed my neck as he massaged my shoulders, making eye contact with me through the mirror. He smiled at me, I returned the gesture.
Turning me to face him, he got more outta the jar, rubbing his hands together before moving them up from my abdomen to my breastbone. He brought my body closer to him, my naked breast now pressed against his barely visible six-pack. His hands made their way to my ass, and he massaged it the slowest outta of every part he'd touched. He kissed my lips & then it was my turn to do him...