Page 30 of Meet Me at the Altar

I had accidentally stroked him a little too close to his ass one time when I was caressing his balls, and he’d encouraged meto touch him there. He told me that it felt so good, and I was shocked when he came from me playing in his ass. That was the kinkiest he’d ever gotten.

“Ohh. Drè!” I screamed as he worked that neck and head like he was putting in an overtime shift.

When he finally lowered me, my body trembled from head to toe. Tears stained my cheeks, and his lips, nose, mustache, and beard were shiny with my wet juices.

He lowered himself above me and kissed me. That turned me on even more, tasting myself on him. My hand pressed against my chest, and I wept so hard and so loud, you would have thought my dog died.

“You okay, baby?” he asked in concern, pulling me into his arms as he lay naked beside me.

I nodded and replied, “Y-y-yeah.” Then the ugly cry resumed.

“What the hell is wrong then? I mean, the way your ass was screaming and how you skeeted on me, I know I didn’t get shit wrong. So what’s the problem?”

When I finally calmed down, I wiped my tears and explained why my ass was so damn emotional. “I wasted so much time on that damn man, and I gave him my virginity. He didn’t deserve it.”

Andrès kissed me again. “Nah, he didn’t,” he replied softly. “But you’re not gonna waste another thought on that nigga, and you’d better never let me see you shed another tear for his bitch ass. I’m here to make up for a lifetime of shit.”

We kissed again, and before I knew it, Andrès was sliding into me. He felt so good and so big, and he moaned how tight my walls were. Despite the initial discomfort of him trying to fit inside of me, I welcomed the ache and the soreness I was sure would come later. He stretched and expanded me in ways I never had been before.

Not that I wanted another man, now that I had my soulmate, but I knew that no one could come behind him and feel confident. Thorough kisses coated my body from my forehead down to my toes. Attentive, rough, but gentle hands massaged my body, a sweet and gentle tongue coached my tongue on the art of kissing, and his dick ruptured my insides and shifted all my organs around.

I didn’t care. He felt so good, and being with Andrès this way was like coming home.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day, Kalliope Marie.”

I moaned as he lifted and then lowered into me again. My hips shifted, and my thighs opened wider to make room for him. I clasped my legs and arms around him. I did not want to let this man go.

“If I had known that being loved and being made love to would feel this good, I would have waited my ten years until your arrival.”

He brushed his lips sweetly against mine. “Nah, you’re fine the way you are. No regrets. The bullshit you went through with that nigga was required so that you could recognize a real nigga who knows how to take care of your heart. Everything I give to you and all I pour into you is incomparable, beautiful.

“You were my best friend first. You will always be my best friend, but I look forward to the transition of you going from my lover to my wife. I know that might be scary to think about taking that leap, Kalli, but I promise you that it’s one you won’t regret.”

He kissed me so deeply and intensely again that when he finished, I struggled to compose my breath. When I finally spoke, my voice was breathy and low.

“I don’t regret anything about you, Andrès. Even the time we had apart, I realize it was necessary. You have grown andmatured so much, and I am so proud of the man you have become. You’re strong, smart, self-sacrificing, and so much more thoughtful than before. I love you, Andrès. I love every version of you.” I whispered against his lips as he stroked my insides and gave me the ladder to climb higher to my orgasmic descent.

“Girl, you fucking with my mind. Of all the women I’ve met in the world, none compares to you. You see me, Kalli, and you get me. Thank you for being you, beautiful,” he replied, stroking deeper, pounding harder, and thrusting faster than before.

I could barely see because he was shaking my body up so hard. Nothing made sense anymore, and I gave up trying to desperately cling to a thought. The only thing that mattered was the moment we were in, and I was determined to embrace the experience and enjoy the time I had been blessed to spend with him again.

“I have to cum, Drè,” I whimpered.

I wasn’t even sure why I felt it necessary to tell him that, but I did. It was like I was waiting for his permission before I really let go.

“Come on, baby. Release it all on my dick. That’s what he’s in there for, to give you what you want right now. Wet this dick. Yeaaah, baby.” He groaned. “Mm-hmm. Give it to daddy just like that,” he muttered, biting his bottom lip as he dug deeper and stroked harder.

I cried a series of winding, low moans, which transitioned into whimpers and then shrieks.

Sweat covered our bodies, and his eyes glistened with need, affection, and love. I wanted to give him everything that he asked for. In the moment, the only thing he wanted was my orgasm, so I eagerly gave it to him.

Andrès pulled my legs back toward the headboard and then spread them wide. As he pounded me, I thought that my insideswould split. It felt so good being taken the way that he took me and gave no apologies for it.

When he shuddered to his release, I was proud that I made that goofy look come on his face and caused him to lose his energy. When he was truly spent, he collapsed on me, and I wrapped my legs around him, welcoming him to stay that way for as long as he wanted to.

“Thank you,” he muttered after a while.

“For?”