#2 :: Royal By Name, Loyal By Blood Pt2.

Ch 12.

PRINCESS
What's One Rendezvous Compared To The Millions He's Had?

Some may say that I'm crazy. I wouldn't argue with them either. Yet as I lay in Antwan's arms I feel that nothing else matters.
It had been two weeks since I left him at the burger bar and I wish I could have said he left me alone but he didn't.

By the time I got home, he was at my front door waiting for me. I had stopped off to get some groceries, so when I pulled up and saw him there, I couldn't believe it.

"What you doing here Antwan?" I asked. I was so fatigued.

"You left and I ain't never got a chance to say what I had to say. Let me get these stuff for you and we can go in and talk."

I did need help with these bags so I let him help. When we got inside he packed my shopping away and then sat down. I sat opposite him.

"Talk then." I said sternly.

"I messed up. I know I did. Karma came back and got at me in the worst way. I now know what it's like to be lied to and to love someone and then have it taken from you. After finding out that..." He put his head down. I guess it still hurt him. He continued. "...after finding out that Junior wasn't mine, I disappeared for a bit. I needed to clear my head. I thought about the first time I laid my eyes on you and the hard time you gave me. I thought about how other niggas envied me because I had you. I thought about you not wanting to do anything other than make me happy. I didn't deserve you because I didn't appreciate you. I know that and I'm sorry that it had to take something drastic to happen for me to realise all this. But you need to know I'm not walking away like ole boy did. I'ma be here every day until you take me back. I'ma sell my crib and move in here with you if need be. You gon be who I come home to every night and on Sunday's we gon make our way together to the family home. Princess believe me, I ain't shit without you. This past year has been difficult without you. Even harder knowing you were still coming round the house but not as my woman. I know I got a lot of making up to do and my word ain't gospel but I'ma make you see. I'm not gon give up on us. I'm not gon give up on you. So please don't give up on me."

He walked over to me and kissed me so deeply and so passionately. I wanted to cry. I loved this man so much but he caused me so much pain. I couldn't forgive him because I would be accepting all his stress and dramas again but I wanted to forgive him so badly, I desperately wanted him to change. I was so confused.

He continued kissing me, his lips travelled from my mouth to my neck. He caressed my breast with one hand and stroked my hair with the other. I missed this. I missed him. I couldn't do this. If I did, that would be me letting him back in. My head was saying no but my heart and body wasn't listening.

I let him undress me and I watched him undress himself. He went back to kissing my neck and the kisses travelled down to my breasts and as he nibbled and sucked on them, I was on fire. I felt his hand travel up my thighs and he made circular motion on my inner thigh as he reached my honey pot. He stroked it gently and it felt like I was going to cream right there and then. His gentle touch felt so tantalising on my body. He picked up the pace as he massaged my clit with his finger causing me to moan out loud.
"Mmmmm" I moaned. He didn't once take his eyes off me. He kissed my stomach and kept kissing my body until he reached my honey pot. He took his time as he stroked my clit with his tongue, slowly but sexually. I used my hands and gripped his head as I moved my hips at the same pace of his tongue. He increased his pace as his tongue flicked my clit faster and faster, I felt my body jerk. This feeling was indescribable. He shifted me slightly; lifted my legs and pushed them back towards me. I was at his mercy as he licked, sucked and ravished my pussy. I wanted to kick out but he had such a hold on my legs, I couldn't move. I felt like I was going to explode! My body started convulsing and I let out a loud scream as my body limped lifelessly.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and laid me down. He made the sweetest love to me ever. He was slow, deep and passionate. He never took his eyes off me the whole time. I could hear when he said sorry or when he said he loved me under his breath. For the rest of the night we laid in each other's arms until we fell asleep.