to act as if I wasn’t impressed but inside I was jumping up and down for joy. But when he opened the second bag and pulled out a heart-shaped box, I couldn’t help but blush. He set it on the coffee table and opened it. He took out what I knew was my favorite, a box of chocolate-covered strawberries. Awwwww. So he was thinking about me.
“That’s right. I was thinking about my baby the whole time,” he said as if he’d read my mind. He came over to the couch and sat next to me.
“They’re probably melting.” I finally spoke, whispering.
“Perfect.” He placed a strawberry on my lips, smearing the chocolate on them, then on my cheeks and neck. He put the strawberry in my mouth, and I nibbled it slowly. “Dayuum, baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
He pulled my nightshirt off and got another strawberry out of the box, and this time, he spread chocolate on the insides of my thighs and all over my breasts and nipples. He then placed the strawberry in my mouth, and as I ate it, he seductively licked and sucked the chocolate off. The sucking noise he made was making my pussy dripping wet. The next thing I knew, Trae was coming out of his pants as I lay there, legs spread wide open. His dick was so hard it was rising up and down, damn near jumping. As his body began to cover mine, I lifted one leg and put it on his shoulder. That’s right. I was ready to feel my husband’s big dick as far up in me as he could get it.
“Why are you so quiet?” he asked with concern in his voice.
I was quiet because I was confused. I was skeptical. He had been away from me for days, and all of sudden, he showed up showing a side of himself I hadn’t seen in a while. I didn’t know what the fuck he was out there doing, and I was scared to death. It reminded me too much of his hustling days. The days when I would sit up waiting and praying that he would come home to me at least one more time.
He entered me slowly, and I moaned. “That’s right, talk to me. Talk to Daddy,” he said as he stroked in and out. All I could do was hold him tight, pant, and moan. “You missed Daddy, didn’t you?” He fucked me harder and like the champ that he was. It always felt so right when my husband was up in me. He was stroking me faster, and then he immediately pulled out. “Fuck! I was about to come.” He jumped up. “Get on top.” He pulled me up and lay down on his back.
I climbed on top of him, slid down on the dick, and rode and rode and rode until I started coming while screaming and hollering. I didn’t care if I woke up the dead or the living. I came so hard I didn’t even know if Trae came or not. I only knew that when I collapsed on top of him, his dick slid out. I lay on his chest, wrapped in his arms, as he planted soft kisses on my face.
I started to have him eat my pussy, but instead, I waited for my breathing to get back to normal and was then ready to get some shit out in the open. I had a million and one questions.
“So where were you?”
“A little bit of everywhere.”
“What does that mean?”
My husband took his time, and I could tell he was going to answer the questions very carefully. “That means a little bit of everywhere and chill on the questions.” He kissed my forehead again.
I sat up and grabbed my nightshirt off the coffee table and put it on. “Trae, you know what this feels like?”
“What?” He looked at me.
“It feels like when we first got together. It feels like you are back in the game. Why, Trae? Why does it feel like that?”
“Tasha, I told you I was taking care of business. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“The bitch is back to calling our house, Trae. What kind of business is that?”
“Tasha, don’t start the insecure bullshit.” He sat up.
“Insecure? You said it’s business with her father. She works for him. So you’re telling me that you don’t have any dealings with this ho?”
“Ma, lower your voice.”
“Then answer me, Trae. You’ve been gone for six whole days, and you are going