It was hard and the more he moved up and down, the tighter I held it with his mouth slowly lacing in my lips. Or movements were different from before. No longer were we in a hurry and hungry for each other, but I was tasting him and enjoying the noises that we were making together. Soft purrs and moans that said that we wanted to be together, not just now. But forever there was an unspoken silence as our bodies moved and my feet curled on top of him. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I didn't just want him, but I craved having him with me all the time.
He was easing himself deeper and deeper until Hunter buried himself all the way to the root. It gave me a glowing warmth that flowed out from between my legs, enveloping my body.
“Hunter, I love you,” I said as I couldn’t help but tell him exactly how I felt at that precise moment. This wasn’t a fuck; I was making love to him. Telling him exactly how I felt about him in the last ten years.
He smiled, “I can’t believe it took you so long to say it.”
I did it again, “I love you.”
Hunter responded by taking me harder, this time he took my hands and pinned them on top of my head, and he drove me down into the ground with every powerful stroke. The movement was so intense that every thrust allowed me to let go completely. Hunter was in control.
He not only owned my come as my body started to shiver and he had brought me to my climax. He owned all of me. His breathing began to go sharp and fast with the animal grunts that he was making and his change of pace I knew that at any moment he would join me. It was then that the filled me, that sexual smell of us reaching the point of no return for now.
He flopped on top of me and asked, “Does this mean that we can go home together?”
I smiled as he lifted his head up and said, “I thought that you would never ask.”
“Good, this means that you can leave you can get it on at home, instead of always in here!” Mr. Wile shouted from the back of the hall.
Hunter shook his head and said, “I bet he enjoyed the show.”
I kneeled up and said, “We put on quite a performance. I say we do the same thing next week.”
Hunter passed me my clothes, as he tried to figure out how to clean up. Luckily, I always had some wipes in my purse. I passed it to him and then as we both cleaned up I thought that this was the
best week ever. Not only did I get the man of my dreams. But my club was going to reach new heights. One that I had never thought was possible and it wasn’t only my doing, but it was a joint effort. For the first time in my life, it seemed bright instead of surviving I was doing more than that. I was living and with a family. As we finally changed and were ready to leave. I blurted, “I love you.”
Then I kissed him on the lips because I did and for once, I wasn’t ashamed to say it, because it was exactly how I felt about him back then and how I feel right now.
Epilogue
Hunter
I couldn’t believe that I had gone from being a single daddy to a father-of-three in the space of a year. Moving back home was to reconnect with the one woman that I’d lost and found again. I had thought that she wasn’t the woman for me because we seemed so different in ways. The more time we spent together, I started to realize that we were made for each other.
Nia saw me as a man that knew everything that he wanted and didn’t have a flaw. She soon discovered them as she moved into the house.
“Hunter! The dirty basket’s in the corner. Why is it so hard for you to put your clothes in there?”
I hugged her waist, even though she hated me doing that lately. She was so conscious about her body after giving birth to our daughter.
“Well, because I have eyesight problems.”
She moved my hands and said, “It’s as if all you men have this disease. It’s just too hard for you to do.”
“If you know that then why do you complain?”
“Because one day I just hope that you’ll get tired of me moaning and put your clothes in the basket!”
“It’s a big day for you babes, and I understand that, but you don’t need to take it out on me.”
She loosened her hair and this time when I put my arms around her; she didn’t push me away.
“Sorry, how do you put up with me?”
“Easily, it’s called love.”
“I want us to get married and for all this crap to be over.”