I’m rock hard and she is all I want. She can see it in my eyes. “Come inside me,” she begs and I do as my love wants.
I ease myself inside her tight pussy, and my cock groans as her sweetness wraps around me the way I’ve always dreamt.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I groan, my lips pressed to hers, kissing her deeply, my heart pounding as the future becomes crystal clear. Her. Me. Together. Always. Us.
“Major,” she moans, panting as I take her, moving deep inside her, my body hers for the taking, my cock pumping into her, knowing that when I spill my seed, it’s going straight to her womb. Because I want to mark her for now and forever.
“I love you,” I promise, her pussy filled with my cock and my heart filled with truth. She is mine and I am hers and no one will come between us. Ever.
“I love you too,” she whimpers, her eyes locked on mine. “This is crazy.”
“It sure as fuck is,” I say, a grin on my face as we reach the edge of oblivion, as we dive headfirst into a future as sweet as her tea, as unknown as the ocean, and as bright as the goddamn sun.
Myra
When I wake, the smile on my face is so big it hurts. And when I roll over, Major’s chest is the first thing I see.
“Mhhhmmm,” he says sleepily, his arms wrapping around me. “Someone woke up happy.”
I feel his thickness pressing against me. Licking my lips, I ask who he’s referring to.
“You, my naugh-tea girl.” He laughs, pulling me on top of him. “Come here, sweetie, let me see those lemons.”
I giggle — this is all so romantically absurd — and he begins to massage my breasts tenderly, drawing my nipples to his mouth. He twirls his tongue over them, and I take hold of his shaft, my body so ready to be filled by his steel rod. It’s velvety smooth, yet so rigid, and I lift my ass so I can take him. As I sink down, I moan, his name on my lips and my hands on his solid chest.
“God, you’re so tight,” he grunts as I move my hips in a circle, both of us panting with pleasure. My clit is on fire and my toes curl. We come quickly, our bodies slick with sweat as we rock against one another, harder, harder, until we’re gasping as we come undone.
This is what it means to make love.
Love.
Did we really say those words last night?
“What is it?” he asks, scooping me up in his arms.
“I was just thinking,” I sigh, collecting my breath and my thoughts. “About the things we said last night…”
“You mean that I love you? And you love me?”
I nod. Could falling head over heels be this easy? The way Major looks at me makes me think that maybe it could. Maybe it is.
“Let me make you breakfast. You like grits?”
Major twists his lips. “To be honest, I’ve never had them.”
I drop my jaw. “Well, bless your heart, Major Owens. It’s time that changes.” I reach for my bathrobe as his phone buzzes. “You get that, I’ll start on the food.”
“Okay cute-tea, I’ll be there in a minute. Probably my grandma wondering where the hell I’ve been.”
In the kitchen, I rinse off our dishes from last night and start the dishwasher. It only takes a few minutes and soon enough, I have the ingredients for Grandma Maylene’s grits. It’s simple — cornmeal, milk, a little sugar. I brew a pot of coffee and begin boiling the cornmeal when Major walks out of my bedroom with a look I don’t recognize on his face.
“What is it?” I ask, pouring him a mug of coffee. “Cream? Sugar?”
“Both,” he says, moving toward me. “But, uh, Myra, can we talk?”
I swallow, stirring the grits on the stovetop. “Of course, what is?”
“That was my agent.”
I turn to him, suddenly feeling way out of my league. “Right. You have an agent. Because you are a football star.”
“Was,” he is quick to clarify.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “And what did your agent want?”
Major shakes his head, then takes a drink of coffee — clearly choosing his words with care. He runs a hand over the back of his neck and I realize the look he had when he walked in here was suppressed joy. He smiles. “He has some sponsorship work lined up for me. Which is crazy. Didn’t expect it. And