Page 77 of My Heart Belongs to You

“Is this pussy mine?” I smacked her ass; the sound reverberated through the room.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. I smacked the other cheek again then gave it a squeeze.

“Mhm.” Pushing her hair over her shoulder, I found her neck and nipped.

“What else is mine?”

“I’m yours,” she confessed.

I grinned while slapping her ass. “And I'm yours too.”

I pulled out and turned her over. She wrapped her legs around my waist, a risky move given how wet she was and how close I was to finishing. We had too much on the line for any slip-ups, but I couldn’t deny how good she felt. Slow strokes paired with slow kisses were a dangerous combination. I was too seduced by the thrill to think about possible ramifications.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and I drove into her deeper and deeper, until the tightness in my groin reached its zenith. I pulled out just in time to release onto her stomach. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I worked to catch my breath.

Robyn grinned from below. Her lipstick was gone and her hair disheveled.

“I needed that. Thank you, baby,” I said before kissing her forehead.

After we reached stasis, Robyn showered while I changed the sheets. By the time she finished getting ready for bed, I was under the covers. I pulled the blanket back as she walked over. Wearing the romper I dubbed my favorite, Robyn tied a knot into her silk scarf, then hit the light switch. She slid into bed, meeting me in the middle. I held her tightly, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Nadir,” Robyn whispered.

“What’s on ya mind, G?”

“So, I want to say something without it becoming a big deal.”

My arms tightened around her. “Say it.”

“I love you.”

I smiled, then kissed the back of her neck. “I love you too.”

She nestled closer to me and sighed. I sensed there was more she wanted to add. Neither of us could have a deep conversation after what we just did. I was satisfied. My heart and mind were at ease. Robyn in my arms was better than melatonin. Within minutes, I fell asleep.

An unfamiliar but pleasant smell woke me the next morning. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling rejuvenated. I looked around my room to see I was alone. Robyn’s side of the bed was made, prompting me to leave bed in search of her. Before going to the living room, I stopped by the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. The closer I got to the kitchen, the louder her music became. Robyn wiped my countertops while humming along to singer Heaven Thomas’s “Unwind”. I snuck behind her and dropped a quick kiss on her neck. She stopped swaying and turned to face me.

“I made you breakfast,” she said before kissing my lips.

“What you got for me?” I rubbed my hands together at the same time as my stomach growled.

Robyn opened the oven and pulled out a dish I just knew she didn’t make in my kitchen.

“Eggs Benedict with jumbo lump crab with an Old Bay hollandaise sauce.”

I accepted the plate with furrowed eyebrows. “You made this here?”

She laughed as we settled at the kitchen island. “Yes. I had to run to the store for English muffins and stopped by B&B for the crab meat.”

I examined the plate, in awe of her talents. Picking up my fork, I dug in.

Usually, I wasn’t a fan of poached eggs. I was a simple man, fried and scrambled were my preference. But somehow, Robyn had me devouring this dish like it was a favorite.

“You like it?” she asked as if I’ve ever disliked anything she cooked for me.

Wiping my mouth, I nodded. “You know you can burn, G.”

She giggled. “I know, but I still have to ask.”