It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.
Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.
I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.
He did. With a vengeance.
Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.
Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.
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“How was your flight?” He adjusts his position and I feel all of him pressing against me.
“It was good,” I breathe out, “just got in not that long ago and I’m glad to see everything is here.” I pause for a beat. “I thought my clothing was going to be put away.”
“I thought about it and Jenny asked if she could, but I decided that was something you should do. You know how to organize your own closet now.”
My own closet. Soul made it clear I would have my own closet because he didn’t feel like sharing his. I would’ve been offended except Soul’s closet is the size of a small boutique and mine is of equal size. I also have a mannequin inside of it as well.
The jewelry case inside of my closet was already filled up with small, minimalistic jewelry that was worth a pretty penny. It was clear my Forever 21 cheap jewelry wasn’t going to do.
It’s a completely different lifestyle than what I’m used to. Despite how much money Desiree made being an independent rapper, we still lived in the same apartment and she was very frugal with her funds.
With Soul, money is not an object. Whatever he has, he’ll make sure I’ll get the same or something very similar. He doesn’t care what stores I shop at, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t want me to be at Wal-Mart too much longer.
Come to think of it, I’m not sure if Harlem actually has a Wal-Mart? “I need to get used to your life. It’s taken some adjustment.”
“Take your time. It’s a lot to get used to. You’re connected to me and everything that comes with it. Sometimes, it’ll be great. Sometimes, it’ll be bad. But that’s how we are. We roll through everything.”
“In terms of your family,” I begin, “am I expected to show up at the political fundraisers and what have you?”
“Doubtful. They know I barely show up myself. If my father is receiving some type of honor, and he usually is on a yearly basis, we’re expected to show up for photo-ops.”
I look into Soul’s eyes and trying to see if there’s a storm brewing. “Is everything okay with your parents now?”
“It’s always been okay,” he answers, “it’s never been more or less than that.”
I don’t want to rehash his hurt as it’s clear he’s still dealing with it and will probably forever deal with it. When money is loud, emotions are silent. “Am I supposed to act a certain way since we’re together now?”
Soul’s eyebrows furrowed and I see the obvious question marks in his irises. “What do you mean?”
“Should I keep quiet like I’m a professional athlete’s wife who’s not Ayesha Curry? Or should I channel my inner Cardi B and talk back to all of the haters out there every other second? Or should I be like Chrissy Teigen and pretend to be all woke but the only thing I’m good at is Twitter?” I blink at him.
Soul laughs and I feel the vibration down to my sex. “If I wanted a quiet woman, I wouldn’t be with you, Ari.”
I needed that compliment and I didn’t realize it. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He smiles at me.
“In terms of everything else like cooking, cleaning, all of that jazz?” He shakes his head but I continue. “Well, is there anything else I can do? Is there anything I can help?”
“Actually,” he flips over onto his back and holds his hands behind his head, “yes.”
The way Soul feels underneath me is more than magical. My cunt throbbed against his erection and my body sighed all over again. My mouth was hungrier for him before my sex could have him.
I slide off Soul and began to unbuckle his jeans. I reached inside, pulled out his hardened shaft, and smiled as it lightly bounced in my hand. I felt the heat within my body and it became a ticking time bomb. “Miss me?” I whisper.
“Very much.” His voice is husky and full of heat.
I lick the underside of his cock and a growl escapes Soul’s mouth. He’s calm and collected like he normally is, but not for much longer. Gripping his dick with one hand, I twirl my tongue all over his shaft before I swallow him whole.
“Damn it!” Soul’s body briefly lifts up before he settles back down. I didn’t become some expert in deep throat overnight. It took a lot of practice on my ex and watching a ton of porn.
I focus on the moment between us. Blood rushed into my ears and my heart pounded so fast. All I wanted was to please him, show my appreciation, and blow his fucking mind. Everything else was just minute.
Giving head is the most intimate act next to kissing. You’re inside a person’s soul and you can find out their deepest secrets. What they like. What makes them tick. What turns them on. You can’t hide too much when you’re doing either action.
I feel Soul’s eyes watching me as I bob my head up and down, but I don’t give him the satisfaction. I want him to enjoy what I’m doing and I don’t want to break the moment. I’ll have to share him any other time; this is mine.
Swirling my tongue around his dick, I tongue the underside of it. I play with the length of the thick veins before I took his mushroom tip inside my mouth. Suddenly I felt two large fistfuls of my hair. Soul was losing control and I loved every second of it.
I gripped his dick with one hand while my free hand cupped his balls. Seeing how hard he felt in my mouth in contrast to how soft and tight he felt in my hand sent my emotions on edge. I wanted to get him off. I wanted him to feel everything I felt whenever he gave it to me. I wanted complete ownership of Soul’s body.
I suck harder and faster, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction. Soul is humming, almost singing, as the moans come out of his body. He’s about to come and it’s going to be explosive. I’m ready to taste all of him.
I lightly tug on his balls, feeling how tightened they’ve become. I selfishly took a hold of him as I kept lapping and sucking on him, loving every inch of Soul. I sucked harder and faster until I heard a loud growl and burst of hot come hit the roof of my mouth.
He kept coming and I sucked harder on him. He finally released his death-grip on my Afro and I rejoined him by the pillows. “You don’t need to return the favor,” I whispered. “That was my treat.”
Soul didn’t reply. He softly fell asleep next to me. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect even if it was written in a script.
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