“I’m alive, nigga.” He chuckled.
“Had to make sure because I know for a fact Blossom’s ass can’t cook.”
“Chill on my baby, man. She did good.” Blossom tapped my head, and I glanced up at her.
“Let’s hang up on them baby, they suck.”
Laughing, I obliged her request and ended my call with Ezra. He won’t let me hear the last of this the next time we see each other, but I would do anything for Blossom, including hanging up on my favorite cousin. She hung up on Lilac, and I moved up her body, laying kisses on her as I did. Her body was exposed to me, and the view was superb. I buried my face into her neck and sucked softly on her skin.
“Did you figure me out yet?” she moaned into my ear. “Did you figure out how I need to be loved?” I leaned back and ran my hands up her toned stomach.
“I figured it out the day you walked into Henley Global’s conference room, BB.” The day she gave me the go ahead to pursue her.
“Tell me.” I slipped my fingers between hers and pulled her up. We were face to face now, staring passionately into each other’s eyes. This woman... she was everything and then some. A force to be reckoned with. One that my heart hadn’t expected but greatly appreciated.
“You love to hold my hand no matter where we are. In the middle of the night, you bury yourself against me as if having me near soothes you. If we are on opposite sides of a room, your gaze finds mine ever so often. It’s the next best thing to having me up close for you.” I paused, and she blinked up at me. “I won’t lie, I read up on the love languages just for you. Just to be sure that I had it right.” I’d actually purchased a book and read it during my downtime at work. She was that important to me. Loving her how she needed to be loved was top a priority. “Physical touch. You thrive off it, and I love doing it. To you, to be exact.” She shook her head and chuckled. Her eyes were collecting tears as she tried to gather herself. I swiped them away when they began to fall.
“I’ve never had a man whose look makes me feel as if his fingers are caressing me. Never had one whose voice wraps around me in the most enticing way, bundling me close and protecting me from harm’s way. I feel your touch even when you aren’t physically doing so. God, I love the way you make me feel, Roman.”
“You make me feel just as good, baby,” I confessed, pushing her back. “Spread your legs.” She did as I asked, and my mouth watered at the sight of her pussy. She was covered in her essence, and I wanted to be too. I got rid of my basketball shorts, releasing my erection. Not thinking before acting, I pushed inside of her without a barrier between.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. This was fucking heaven. I rolled my hips working myself in and out of her at a steady pace.
I bent down and pressed my lips to her ear, “One of my obsessions is this pussy, BB.” She wrapped her legs around me, letting her heels dig into my back.
“Fuck me, Roman.”
“My pleasure, baby.”
Pushing my hands under her body, I gripped Blossom’s ass and held on while I thrust in and out of her.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Just like that.” Our skin slapped against one another as I stroked her tight slick walls. I fucked Blossom like my life depended on it as she murmured how good I felt inside of her. How I was so deep that she could feel me in her stomach. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it. Then, I switched to the other, not slowing my strokes as I did.
“Whose pussy?” I asked, dragging her close. “Mmm, whose pussy is this, Blossom?”
“It’s yours... all yours.” Her fingers were digging into my back, and the pain only fueled me to go harder. Reaching between her thighs, I circled the pad of my thumb over her clit. She gasped and bit down on her lip. Blossom’s love faces were the best thing I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. She was so fucking sexy.
“And don’t you forget it.” Those soft cries, I couldn’t get enough of echoed throughout the room. “Cum for me, baby. I feel you sucking my shit in.” I was so close to releasing.
“Not until you—”
“I’m right there...”
Our releases came on cue, and I didn’t realize my second mistake tonight until after I was panting on top of her.
No, it was after she opened her mouth and said, “I’m not on birth control, Roman.” Her confession was soft and full of worry. I lifted my sweaty body, cupped her face, and smashed my lips into hers. Pulling her bottom lip into my mouth, I bit down gently and then released.
“No matter what, I got you,” I mumbled into her mouth. “Imma, always have you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, baby.”
Blossom sighed and snuggled close to me. She will never have anything to worry about. I meant what I said. I got her always.
For the rest of the night, we talked. Touching and talking. Fucking and then talking. That was our thing, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Did you really buy a book on love languages?”
“I did. It’s in my desk drawer at work.”
“Since you read up on them, then, what’s yours?”
“All of them,” I said, without pause.
“Roman!” She laughed, but I was serious. They all made me feel loved in some way. And when I went online to take one of those tests, the scores were pretty damn equal. In hindsight, something like that could mean that I’m a difficult man to love. But in reality, I’d found a woman who effortlessly gives me something from each of the love languages.
“Foreal, BB.” I pulled on her hair. “The top is physical touch, though, and I think it’s because of you. I inherited your love language after we met. Then, quality time. Spending my days with you... I can’t even explain how happy that shit makes me. And I love hearing your voice. Love the way you express your feelings to me without fear, so words of affirmation are right up there. Your actions never have me guessing. I’m sure of what you want and how you want it because you show me. And that gift shit... you are the gift in my book. So, yeah, BB, all of them hold an equal place in how I receive love.”
“And I make you feel loved?” she asked. “I mean, do I fulfill your love languages in the way that you need?” She heard everything I said loud and clear, but I knew her well enough to know that she needed me to answer that question straight up.
“Yes, you do. In every way.”
“You do the same for me.” I knew that already, but it was nice hearing it from her. Knowing that I’m doing my job was all that mattered. “I um...” She turned sideways, and I did the same. Anytime we faced each other like that, she wanted to talk about something that was important to her. “I talked to Lily today about my dad.”
“Yeah? What brought that on?” I knew the full story now. How Lily came into the mix and her relationship with their father after reconnecting.
“I wanted to know about him,” she whispered. I touched her face, and her eyes fluttered closed. “Or at least the person he was when she met him.”
“Did you learn anything worth sharing?”
“From her point of view, he was a lot like Lilac.” She smiled and opened her eyes. “She told me things my aunt could have told me, but they were nice to hear either way. Like his favorite food and that he liked to cook. He could sing like Juniper, and apparently, his laugh was just like mine.”