Chapter 5

I was in the kitchen when Raymond arrived. I had prepared lemon-peppered chicken breasts with asparagus and baby potatoes. He smiled, “You didn’t have to cook. I would have ordered something.”

“It’s no big deal. You have this great big kitchen. It should be put to use on occasion.”

He stood close to me with his gaze which made me blush. He looked around, “I want to kiss you so badly.”

I leaned in and suckled his lips. He smiled. His hands touched my hair. He held me closer and kissed me once more. “I’ll go check on mom.”

I watched as he walked to the den. She was there talking with Derrick. Well, mostly, he sat with her and listened to her tell stories.

When it was time for dinner, we all sat around the table. Derrick and his father spoke of their days. I listened. Raymond asked me what I studied in college and I told him my degree was in business.

After dinner, I was in the kitchen just putting things away when Derrick snuck up behind me and kissed my neck, “I love the way your hair smells,” he commented.

“That’s very sweet.” I had just finished in the kitchen, “I’ll go see if Nana needs anything.”

He pulled me back and kissed my mouth, “I love having you here.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m seeing your father?”

“A little, but If I have to share you with someone, I couldn’t think of a better person than my dad.”

I could see the admiration in his eyes for his father.

“He’s one of the best people I know.” He kissed me again and then headed off to his room.

That night as I was helping Nana to bed, she looked right at me and said, “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.” It was as if she was seeing me for the first time.

I smiled, “Thank you.”

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Ashanti.”

“Do you mind if I call you, Suga?”

“It’s fine.”

She pinched my cheek and then snuggled under the warm covers, “Good night, Suga.”

“Good night, Nana.”

I left her room and went to the piano room to practice. That’s where I encountered Raymond sitting on the bench admiring the keys. I sat next to him. “My wife was a pianist. She was magnificent. I bought this for her many years ago,” he informed me.

I could see that deep in his heart there was still love there for his former wife. I touched his hands, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“You are, aren’t you? Play something for me.”

“My mother used to love this one,” I said before my fingers ran across the keys.

He smiled, “Scott Joplin’s Ragtime.”

I nodded and played away. After I finished, he clapped, “That was wonderful.” He stood and I stood. We walked around the bench and shared a sweet kiss. “Having you here is like a breath of fresh air.”

He said it was hard to watch his mother deteriorate before his eyes, especially after losing his wife. His brother and sister rarely called to check on their mother unless they needed money. And he had to contend with his son eventually moving away a year after college and heading to play pro ball.

“I’m here,” I reassured him as I touched the hair on his face.

“Yes, but for how long?” he asked me.

“As long as you need me.” He took my hand and we went to his bedroom. There he undressed me slowly and had me lay in bed with my legs open to him. “I can get drunk off of you, Ashanti,” he admitted as he went down and tasted me.

He wrapped my thighs and locked me in position. My eyes rolled with every flick, lick, and suck. “Oh shiiit,” I said as I moaned, “fuck baaabeeeee,” I squealed.

“Flip over,” he said and I complied laying on my belly. I felt him press his way into my center and deliver long deep strokes. His hands cupped my breasts. He spoke softly to me, “You really would stay with me?”

“Yes, baby,” I replied as he continued to deliver the most delicious strokes.

He rolled off and waited for me to mount him. His hand held the right side of my fluffy curls as I moved my hips to the primal rhythm in my head. He was my metronome keeping me on pace. With Ray, the way our bodies moved. The way he’d hold my hips and slow me down, “That’s it, go slow, there’s no rush,” he said in my ear.

The slower I moved on his cock, the more intense the build-up. He said, “not yet,” insisting that I don’t cum but I wanted to, “wait,” he insisted. But how could I control it? I felt it. I always knew exactly when it would happen. My skin would burn, and I’d feel the energy building up ready to sweep over my body.

I held steady looking into his eyes. I swear my pussy was leaking all over his cock and balls. My eyes began to water as he held me and started thrusting. It was the most insane orgasm I had ever felt. My body shook like a leaf on a cold windy day.