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“Hillary Banks,” I smirked, feeling reassured at the hands of him. “My sweet, bright, and spunky Hillary. We’ve been roommates since college and I’m forever grateful that God trusted me to guard her snores. To call her my friend, my sister.” My voice became shaky. “Though I wished her time here on this earth was longer, her footprints are forever engraved in my heart, our hearts. She accomplished everything she wanted to do and for that, well done my friend. I miss you so much, dear friend. Rest in Paradise.” I made it without snot and a river of tears, all thanks to Ezekiel keeping me steady. He brought me solace in my desperate time of need.
Hillary’s uncle finished out the closing and my sister got up to sing ‘Missing You.’ The casket was opened, and I was a complete hurricane mess. She looked so beautiful in her yellow dress and head full of curls. I had to close my eyes when her parents went up to view her body one last time. Her mom lost it and it set the whole church in a whirlwind of emotions. Like he’d been all day, Ezekiel held me for my final goodbyes to my best friend. It hit me hard coming to terms that when I returned to our place, she wouldn’t be there.
My nightmares of dying and Hillary not at my funeral. It finally made sense. She wasn’t in my dreams because she… she was dead.
My knees buckled, and Zeek was there to catch me. “I got you, Sunnie Mae.” And he did. He carried me out of the church to our waiting car. He held me in his arms the entire ride to the burial site. Held me steady on my feet while we watched her casket lower into the ground. Held me again on the car ride to the repast. Not once had this man left my side. A forever present help and comfort.
The sun had set and the night cloaked us in her warm blanket by the time we made it to the hotel. Thankfully the repast was a complete opposite of the funeral. Good food, lots of laughter, and a slide show of videos and pictures that brought smiles to everyone’s faces. It was the perfect homegoing service anyone could ask for.
“How’s mom?” I had Aleyah on speakerphone in the bathroom. Ezekiel was in the main room of the suite talking to his mom.
“She’s okay. Everyone is okay. Doing the best they can, considering the circumstances. How are you, Sunnie?”
My reflection in the mirror said I looked like a character auditioning for a horror film. Eternally, I felt numb. Vacant yet full at the same time. “Having Ezekiel here makes the pain breathable.” My lips curved into a smile. “I don’t want you to leave, Le. Please stay.”
Her long pause caused me to hold my breath. I knew she left Florida on an assignment of personal growth. A spiritual sabbatical that she never spoke of. Her relationship with our mom was unique, to say the least. Mom had her at fourteen, they grew up together. Experienced a lot of hardships before I came along seven years later. Though she’d never admit it, Aleyah held a lot of resentment for the way her parents ended. Mom ended up marrying my dad, and those two have been on a rocky road ever since.
“I… I’ll be here for a while, Sunnie. Only for a while.”
My bottom lip trembled, and guilt caved in my stomach. “I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me. I’m so sorry.” My sister’s ability to drop everything she had going on in Chicago to be here for me showed our differences. She was selfless and I was selfish. When she needed me, I had a million and one excuses. When I needed her, she came without explanation.
“Don’t forget that the movers will be at your apartment to pack up everything in two days. Ezekiel made sure to pay a week for the hotel so you can get everything situated while you move into your new place. Get some rest. Call me in the morning.” She hung up, and I broke down again, crying.
I managed to cry through my entire shower, skipped my nightly prep, and went seeking my comfort. My anchor. I didn’t have to search long or far. Waiting on the bed, Ezekiel sat ready to hold me through the night while I cried my burdens on his chest. Mourning the loss of Hillary and my relationship with my sister hanging on by a string. Exhaustion called my name, and I rested in a deep slumber until it was time to take Zeek to the airport.
“I’ll be back, Sunnie Mae. Once I lay eyes on my mom and make sure she’s good, I’ll be back, okay?” I could only nod because deep in my heart, I knew we were about to transfer pain.
“Thank you being here for me.” LAX was busy and bustling with travelers coming and going. Yet, he and I stood in the departure area in our own bubble.
Cupping my face, he kissed my forehead, causing me to exhale my troubles and inhale his scent. “Stop thanking me. I’ll always be here for you.” His eyes peered through me. Touched my soul and caressed my heart. “I love you, Sunnie.” Thinking his descending lips were heading for my forehead, I closed my eyes, only to moan seconds later when his lips touched mine.
He kissed me.
Not a peck or a bottom lip nip.
He kissed me and then walked away, leaving me standing there bewildered and breathless.
I know it’s wrong of me to question or think about, but what was God thinking when he made pussy? How did he know to make muscles that could squeeze a man’s soul? What made Him create women with the ability to get wet and the ability to squirt? Was there a female in heaven that had terrestrial pussy and He wanted to share it with the world? What made him think to make it edible and tasteful? What science in heaven told Him that a pussy needed a g-spot?
Genuine questions that I often thought about when I came across a woman who made my toes curl from the suction of her walls and the secretion of her arousal.
“Hmmm, squeeze me again.” Lost in the feeling of Ariel’s pussy, slow and teasingly, I used the head of my dick to assault her spot. Each time I brushed across that sensitive, ridged plane, her walls squeezed me tighter.
“Damiennnn.” She gasped, hands gripping the sheets and back arching deeper. On her side, one leg over my shoulder and the other bent under my weight, she was at my mercy.
“You know I like it when you cum for me.” Slapping her ass until my handprint showed, I continued my slow pace. “Fuck me back and cum for me.” Tired of me torturing her, Ariel lifted her thick hips and wined them in a circle making my groans and moans turn beastly.
Tears of passion glossed her eyes. “Shittttt.” Squeezing her pierced nipples, her legs started shaking and pussy became insanely wetter. “You’re an asshole for fucking me like this.” All that screaming and damning me to hell had her voice hoarse.
I wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m an asshole for making sure my pussy cum? Hmmm. That’s not nice, baby.” Leaning down, my lips wrapped around her erect nipples, sending her over the edge of convulsions and explicates.
“Why is your dick so good?” She moaned weakly, trying to catch her breath. Legs hadn’t stopped shaking, nor did her creamy pussy stop constricting.
“Where you want my nut?” Rubbing her clit, I smirked, watching her body shake and pleas went ignored.
“I… I want it… fuck, Damien. I want it on my tongue.” Her wish was my command. Selfishly taking another nut out of her, I stepped back, and she dropped down to her knees and sucked me dry.
