Word of Honor, Book 2 (31 page)

“Mmmmm!” he moaned. Reaching forward, he grabbed her roughly by the back of her neck and slid it inside of her mouth, pumping in short, fast, forceful jabs. “Shit!
Yes
!”

The thick, massive head became slick with her repeated licks as she overdosed on his flavor, the scent of his freshly cleaned skin, and how simply gorgeous he was from the top of his damn head down to his toes. The tattoos on his taut stomach danced and rolled about as his muscle movements forced the dirty art in her face. She smirked at the notion now, realizing she had the upper hand…

As she sucked him off under that damn confederate flag, coveted a man wearing Nazi symbols and insignia, she had the last mouthful of laughs…

What was designed and decorated, illustrated to hurt and destroy, was now being mocked by their love affair.

That confederate flag, stretched wide above their naked, contrasting bodies, needed to bear witness that the selfishness it was created upon, the sheer arrogance and ungodliness, was a mere illusion. The only real thing in the whole world was love. Hatred was a repository reaction, an unauthentic emotion, a byproduct created by void and based on fear. Hatred needed a host to feast upon, whereas adoration could stand alone. Yes, only love would be the last man standing…and his erect cock in her mouth saluted her skills just fine…

Filled with unquenchable desire for her husband-to-be, she took more of him into her mouth, the rigid muscle plunging in and out from between her lips, faster and faster. Her long, unruly hair blinded her sight, hiding her delicious efforts, so she gave it a quick toss over her shoulder and kept right on, not missing a beat.

She craved Aaron’s cock in the worst way. Her pussy throbbed in expectancy of him pushing inside of her. Her body screamed for him as she needed so desperately to be close to the man – intimate… made to feel safe!

She would never in a million years express to him how afraid she’d been when he revealed the true nature of the mail that had arrived at her address, how the stranger who’d driven up her pebbled driveway the previous week stating he was lost on the road may not have been lost at all. Little things had happened, yet all seemed innocent at the time. Now, she was becoming like her soulmate – paranoid, but rightly so.

No matter what, she refused to buck and fall the hell apart! She rebuffed the impulse to go running to the man, moaning and complaining and chasing him around with her delirium. He
needed
her, and she’d known once she’d fallen in love with the man what may lie in store for them, and little of it was predictable. Their love was an uphill battle, deeply unconventional and built on the shiny things of life that lie right beneath sharp-sided enigmas. Their love was unpretentious, and created from the beautiful, jaded jewels that exoneration dreams were made of.

“Mmmmm! Mia! Shit, baby!!! My precious angel!
Fuck
!” His back arched off the bed as he fucked her mouth a bit harder, his face intense, strained with pleasure and imminent release. “Ouuuuu, baby, suck that dick! You knew just what I needed! Uhhh!”

She looked at him keenly, certain her eyes were gleaming as she wrapped her lips tighter around his rod, hand around the base, and set a wilder pace sucking up and down the shaft. Her honey pot fattened and dripped down her inner thighs, needing him so badly.

“Ohhh…” he moaned breathlessly as he slowed to a crawl and slid his cock carefully out of her mouth.

Startled, she screamed to the rafters when the man suddenly grabbed her around the upper thighs and slammed her down onto the middle of the bed. Pushing her legs wide open, he dove headfirst into her drenched zone.

“Ahhhh… Ahhhh…” Her fingers pressed into his scalp as his long tongue licked up and down her pussy in hard and heavy wet strokes. She could hear his labored breathing as he forced his face into her love, sucking, licking, and swallowing everything in sight.

“I love your fuckin’ pussy! Taste soooo good! You’re so wet! Is all of this for me, precious? Mmmmm!”

“Yes… it’s all for you, baby!”

Wrapping his lips delicately around her clit, he drew it inside his mouth, suckling it, causing her to completely lose her mind.

“Ahhhh, shit shit SHIT!” Her body stiffened as the first wave of orgasm arrived, and then yet another and another. “Ahhhh… Oh God! Oh…God!” She shook violently, but he never let up; he kept right on. She managed to gather the strength to look at the man – a small, fleeting glance. His eyes met hers, his gaze intense, as he swallowed her essence, lapped her juices, sucked her sensitive nub, his arms wrapped so tightly around her thighs.

“Ahhh…” And yet another tremor wracked her body.

“I love you so much, baby!” He quickly landed a chain of hasty brushes of his lower lip on her languid body as he climbed higher and higher, savoring her curves. Their eyes summoned each other’s souls. His forehead creased with concentration, he let his arm drop between them to guide himself inside of her.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Uhhhhhh….goddamn it, pussy s
o
good!” His thrusts began innocent enough… long, deep and slow, but within mere moments morphed into hard, deep, and fast relentless lunges. “You ain’t goin’ no damn where!” His eyes grew darker. “Everything I got is yours.
Always
.”

“I don’t care about your money, Aaron.” She draped her arms around his shoulders.

“I ain’t talkin’ about just my possessions, damn it. That don’t mean jack shit. You got my heart and my goddamn soul! Uhhh!” He landed a thrust that stole her damn breath…then paused when his dick reached deep inside of her as if to ask,
‘How does it feel?’

“Shiiiiit….” She strained through clenched teeth as her sugar walls wrapped tight around the massive width, still not quite used to him.

“You made a goddamn fool of me, and now I’m a fool in love.”

“Love you so much, baby!”

“Best lesson I ever had! Uhhh!” Several more unyielding pumps made her shudder. Her back arched, coming off the bed as he took her closer to another climax. Her limbs, bones, and blood melted into the essence of a rainbow… colorful, bursting with renewed light and beauty, while the heels of her feet scrambled about as he worked her over like an assignment.

So deep inside me…

“You drove me crazy, made me lose my mind, Mia. I thought about you all the time… wanted to find you, look at you… feel you… Uhhh!”

“Oh God!” She gritted her teeth as the man scooped his hands around her ass, bringing her body impossibly closer to his own, forcing her to feel every damn thing he delivered with maximum impact. “You feel so good in my pussy!”

The right side of his mouth teetered in a mischievous grin…

“Keep talkin’ like that… you’ll end up strapped to this bed all night! Uhhh… Feel good in your pussy, huh?” The bed springs sighed as he made love to her with all his might.

“Yes!”

“You have
no
idea how bad I wanted to break out of that goddamn prison, go grab you and fuck the
shit
outta you!”

“Ahhhh!” She held on to him, hands around his neck and thighs wrapped around his waist.

“Wanted to get against your skin!” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath slightly tickling her with each syllable uttered. “Wanted to put my hands in your hair, feel it! Feel the frizzy, soft curls against my fingertips… Wanted to know if you smelled as good as your letters…wanted to taste your pussy, suck your cookies and
give
it to you nice ’nd hard!”

“Ahhhh… Aaron, I’m gonna… Ahhh!”

Another firm thrust, and another… Back to back to back…

“I wanted what you had, Mia. All that love, that kindness… that damn purity and goodness! The cunningness, the lessons your heart taught mine.”

“And I’m your student, too.” she cooed before posting a delicate kiss on the side of his face.

“You were created for me…”

She fell deeper into his words, for they made love to her just as wonderfully as the man’s body.

“You were born to be my rib and my teacher. What type of
good
woman could love me? I mean,
really
love me, Mia?” He paused, his face etched with insurmountable pain.

“Me! I love you, always will!”

“Yes, ’cause you are a damn angel!” Tears streamed down his face, alarming her as his gruff voice echoed in the room. He began again then, his plunges within her becoming hopelessly more demanding as the bed whined and sighed from his maximum thrusts. She wasn’t sure it would be able to stand up to her lover’s maneuvers. The sheets slid half way to the ground, threatening to fall off completely.

“Aaron, I love you so much, baby. You’re a gift to me, too.”

“I wanted what God gave you but left
me
out of. I wanted you to give it to me!” And then, he paused, his entire demeanor changed as if she were the sole person in the world…and he wanted a piece of her.

“…Finish it. Tell me, Aaron!” Her nails dug deep into his upper back as she pulled him closer.

“I wanted you to give me what you got! But you wouldn’t… so I
took
it! Uhhh!” He grabbed a fistful of hair and gently yanked, forcing her head back and her eyes to gleam up towards the ceiling. “Through you, I found
me
… and I found unbreakable, unmistakable forgiveness!”

“Ahhhh!” She sobbed as they came together, their bodies gliding and sliding down one another’s. He burst free within her; his liquid warmth filled her to the brim. Her climax made her burst with uncharted emotion she’d never treaded upon in her entire existence. “Ahhhh, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!!!” Gleeful tears streamed down the sides of her face, pooling in her ears and onto the pillow while she looked up at that ceiling, that overwhelming, humungous confederate flag in full view…

She’d seen that flag her entire life; it never struck her as racist until she grew older. She’d see it on the back and front of vehicles with drivers screaming, ‘Nigger!’ out the window in her direction. She’d see it on websites built upon racist ideologies. She’d see it on books about the ‘Good ol’ South’ when blacks knew their place.

And now, here it was again…

The big cobalt X covered in thirteen bright white stars were surrounded by a sea of rubicund pain. The redness screamed out in the thing, wails of her West African ancestors, painful protests of her loved ones in the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s and 2015’s, ‘Black Lives Matter’. To Mia, the blue represented the water the ships carried her forefathers and foremothers through. The white was the flesh of the oppressors – their arrogance represented in the stars. The ‘X’ was a vow to deny her ancestors freedom and yet once again, she’d arrived at the bloodshed.

Red…

Blood. Blood is life…

Life is passion…

Passion is love…

She wrapped Aaron up in the love of her entire being, cocooned him close as the man balled a tight handful of sheet in his damn fist. His body vibrated against hers and silent, pain-filled tears fell from his closed eyes. His flesh stiffened, then relaxed over and over as he bucked a time or two, then rested inside of her… his nature pulsating within her constricting walls. She gently stroked the back of his head, damp with sweat, all the while keeping her eye upon that damn flag.

He’d fallen apart silently, right then and there. She could barely hear a whisper or gasp escape his mouth; he offered no words, no explanations, yet his body… the blood that pulsed within his veins—his red… his life… his passion… his
love
for her—told on him.

Pushing on his shoulder ever so gently, she forced him to move his face from the cradle of her neck. Wetness covered her skin from his silent tears, but she no longer wanted him to hide. So she pushed a bit harder, and a bit harder yet. He struggled against her, nestled back in the crevice close to her earlobe, refusing to let her discover more evidence of his current state of imperfection and shortcomings.

Muffled cries warmed the pillow, and broke her heart.

“It’s okay, baby.” She stroked his hair slow and gentle. “You don’t have to say it to me. I know what’s happening.” She kissed the top of his head and continued to stroke him. “I know what’s going on, honey. You alright… we alright… it’s okay.”

Yes, she knew why he shed those tears. He was her soulmate. There was no need for him to articulate it; she’d already heard his story through his letters, their phone calls, the way he looked at her as she peered at him through the cage he’d been enclosed in during a prison basketball game…

Aaron cried because when he looked around that sanctuary, and at his own body, and then at her, he saw himself, once and for all, for who he
truly
was…

A tormented man, who’d spent the majority of his waking hours wishing that others, unlike him, could draw their last breath so that he may feel a bit more secure about his placement in the world. The nasty, festering, contagious disease had been completely exposed for the puss-filled, disgusting open wound that it was… sitting there ugly, heinous, and shrouding its yellow, cowardly eyes from the light of the new day. The disease was racism, and the racism no longer had a heart to be a house for him, let alone a house to call home. The plague had lost its host; through his tears, he helped it pack its things and made room for a brighter, better day. Aaron meant what he said, and said what he meant. His new truth was his bond, and his word, he would honor…