Chapter 4

Makeena

 

 

The rest of the drive to my house is a quiet one. When I finally get out of the tension-filled car, I wave to Wendell and Meghan. It’s after ten. The house is dark. Not a single light is on in the house. When I unlock the door, I flick on the porch light, then wave to my siblings again. Wendell toots the horn and begins to back out of the driveway and I go inside, secure the lock on the door and glance around the dark house.

“Royce?”

Royce’s car is parked in the driveway where he normally parks, so I know he’s home. I turn on a lamp in the living room. “Royce.”

“Turn the light back off,” I hear him say, but I don’t see him.

“Where are you?” I ask, heart thudding as I rotate the lamp’s switch back to an off position.

“Follow the sound of my voice, baby.”

I smile, beginning a slow journey down the hallway that seems to be getting longer by the minute – like I’m walking down an endless alley at midnight. It’s so dark, I can’t see a thing like my eyes are closed. I’m using the wall for balancing. My heart rate quickens. I’m scared – scared in my own house.

“Royce, where are you?” I ask as I felt around for the doorknob to our bedroom. Well, I think it’s our bedroom. When I turn the knob, I realize it’s the bathroom. Not the bedroom.

I grin to myself and at Royce for playing this game. He usually wouldn’t do something like this…must be feeling adventurous tonight. “Royce Pembroke, if you don’t—”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he says, grabbing me from behind.

“Royce—”

“Shh,” he says again but I’m apprehensive because it’s dark and I can’t see him. I know it’s him – his scent is something that has become embedded in my nostrils. Still, I want to see him.

He walks me closer to the bedroom and opens the door that I couldn’t find. I gasp as the door slowly opens. The room is filled with so many white pillar candles, I can’t count them. They’re all lit. Flames dancing.

“Royce, what’s this?”

“Today is our four-month anniversary.”

“Oh my gosh, Royce. It is! We’ve been married for four full months.”

“Mmm, hmm,” he hums as the tip of his nose brushes up against the right side of my face.

“This is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, baby.”

He takes my hand and spins me around and it is then that I finally lay eyes on him.

“Hi,” he says. Smiles.

In his eyes, I see unparalleled desire build and grow. “Hey.”

He kisses me, lowers his mouth and takes a pull of my lips that leaves me moaning. While he’s kissing me, he begins to loosen the clasp of my jeans and maneuver them down pass my hips. He grabs a hold onto my backside. Squeezes. “I want you.”

Succumbing to his advances, I step out of my jeans while he resumes kissing me and then he picks me up quickly and carries me to the bed. He lowers me, pulls his shirt up over his head and slides his boxers down the length of his legs.

“I missed you.”

“I was only gone for a few hours.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, his warm breath and lips fluttering across my scorching flesh before he decides to take a taste, using his tongue to pull and tug on my softness.

“Mmm,” I hum feeling my need for him amplify.

“I want you so much, chiquita,” he growls, lowering himself on top of me. Seems every time we make love he finds a new way to make my body shiver with need and awaken with aspiration. His eyes were doing most of the work all on their own.

He nibbled at my neck, then earlobe, teasing me. Whenever I whimpered, he’d kiss me until I was quiet again.

His body, gosh I loved his thick, beefy body holding me as his prize while he feasted upon me to his content. With his fingertips, he strummed my quivering stomach.

“Royce,” I say breathlessly, needing him to give me what I want most – a grand joining – a connection. I want him to own me this way. To love me deeply and ravenously until I forget my dilemma with him. I want to lose myself. I want to hide. Want him to seek.

“Makeena,” he says.

I open my eyes to look at him, seeing flames from the candles dance in his vision.

“Yes, Royce?”

He nestles between my legs and says, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Then I feel him driving into me. I close my eyes and brace myself for impact.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see me, sweetheart.”

He inches forward.

I hold on.

See flames. In his eyes.

Feel pressure down below.

I hear myself moan with each painstakingly slow forward push.

“Royce,” I pant. This feeling is too intense.

“I want you to look at me while I’m settling inside of you, sweetheart. This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, look at me.”

“Okay,” I say, holding his gaze, feeling every slow push. I can’t close my eyes, so I nibble on my lip to help me contain the magnitude of his presence. Once he’s settled, he lowers the weight of his body down on top of me and extends my arms above my head. His hands are so big that with one hand, he’s able to lock it around both of my wrists.

His other hand is free to roam. With his index finger, he traces my lips. Smiles.

“This is my favorite place to be, Makeena. Buried into the very depths of you. Do you know that?” he asks, taking a small kiss from my lips. “Do you?”

“Yes, Royce,” I respond. “And I love you being here. It makes us so close…makes me love you so much more,” I say near tears.

I know why I’m emotional. He knows it, too. That’s why he kisses my tears away and says, “There’s nothing on this earth that I want or love more than you.”

And then he connects our mouths, finding my tongue, devouring it while he moves in slow motion on top of me, prolonging pleasure for the both of us. I try to free my hands so I can pull him closer to me but his left hand is wrapped around my wrists so tight, I can’t move. So I lie here and let him have me, control me and make love to me the way I so desperately need him to.

My body shivers. I gasp. His tongue finds my opened mouth and fills it. He kisses me deeply and passionately while moving his body with skilled precision, driving me closer and closer. Oh does he know how to drive me insane with fevered passion. I wrap my legs around his thighs and hold on that way while at the same time, giving him more of me.

He groans. He likes the feeling. He takes advantage.

Rolling his body in a way that has my eyes rolling back inside of my head, he rocks steady until I squeeze him tight with my legs and quiver. “Oh, Royce. Royce. Royce!”

My body breaks apart – the force so intense, I’m heaving for air. He groans and squeezes my wrists tighter. With his face buried in my neck, he releases a loud groan into the pillow. His body spasms. The magnitude draws everything out of him and when he’s able to think clearly again, he kisses me and lets go of my wrists. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze as tight as I can. My husband. My lover. My everything.