Things Hoped For

by Chencia C. Higgins

  Maybe it wasn't fair to turn her question back around on her, not when I was the only one whose actions hadn't been the clearest, but if I didn't get to ride her pussy in the next seventeen seconds I was going to explode. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long before she nodded her acquiescence, and I immediately took her lips in another kiss. It didn't seem possible for me to ever tire of kissing her. Her lips were pillow-soft and pliable and her ever-present flavor of the sweetest herb and something else I couldn't name was intoxicating.

  I scurried down her body and patted the outside of her thighs. She lifted her legs, widening them so that I could settle in between them comfortably and grabbing the backs of her knees to hold them in place.

  "Good girl," I murmured, aiming a wink up at her before pressing a kiss to the hood of her clit. "Can I ride this pussy, Xeno?"

  Lifting my eyes from her treasure, I met her gaze, watching as she took a shuddering breath, her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes dark with arousal and pinned on me.

  "You not gon answer me, baby?" I said, pausing to land a long lick from the bottom of her wet slit to the top of her engorged clit, I reiterated, "Can. I . Ride. This. Pussy?"

  "Shit…" she moaned, head tossed back against the headboard, fingers digging into her legs as she gripped them tighter.

  And, because I could be an aggressive little asshole in bed, I shook my head and grinned wickedly.

  "Oh, no, ma'am. I need to hear you say the words, baby."

  Xeno snapped her head forward and stared at me, eyes flashing with heat that made my pussy throb. "Ride this fucking pussy, Trisha. Nut on my shit."

  "With. Pleasure." My grin stretched and I climbed atop her, aligning us so that my bare pussy was settled right over hers. Before I began to move, I stared down at her and quirked an eyebrow. "You'd better not hold back on me. I wanna hear every sound out of your mouth, do you hear me?"

  Eyes wide, she nodded. "Who the fuck are you right now?"

  Smirking, I ground down against her, relishing the sound of her soft gasp and the slight hitching of her breath. "It's me, baby. Just Tee."

  I rocked my hips against hers, rubbing my clit up and down her slit, using her juices as natural lubricant. Reaching between us, I used my thumb to lift the hood on her clit and then I drove against her, grinding our most sensitive parts together and pulling a cry from my own lips as the instant onslaught of pleasure made me tremble.

  Over and over I rocked against her, alternating my speed as I fought through the overwhelming desire to close my legs and whimper like a baby. It felt so good. Xeno felt so good. Too good, because within minutes my orgasm was cresting and I lurched forward, dropping a hand to the bed for support, balling my hand into a fist, clutching at the duvet and willing myself to continue.

  "Uh, uhn. Nah. Keep that same energy, Tee." Sensing my predicament, Xeno released her legs and reached around me to grab my ass, forcing me to continue rocking against her.

  "You gone nut on this pussy, do you hear me?"

  At her throwing my words back at me, I rasped out a chuckle, then I shook my head. "I can't, bae. It's too much."

  "What did I just say, LaTrisha?"

  My head snapped up and I gaped at her. "That I'm gon' nut on this pussy."

  "So then what are you about to do?"

  Her fingers dug into my ass. There was sticky wetness between us. The room was silent but for our heavy breathing. It was just me and her. Us.

  "I'm gon' nut on this pussy."

  Her juicy brown lips twisted into a smirk. "Good girl."

  I could be a good girl for her.

  Straightening my back, I held her gaze as I grabbed one of my titties, lifting it up and licking at the nipple. With the other hand, I pressed down on her mound until our clits met again, then I resumed my rocking. I'd been right there when I stopped and it didn't take long to get there again.

  "That's it. Mmhmm. Get that shit, baby."

  Her whispered encouragements wrapped around me as my climax seized me. With a force stronger than I first anticipated, I imploded, shuddering over her, hips damn near fused together from the force of my grinding. As I cried out my release, I took note of Xeno's long moan. Hearing the evidence of her cumming beneath me was so fucking sexy.

  "Let me see," she muttered, tapping one of my legs.

  Knowing exactly what she was asking for, I raised up on my knees and planted one foot on the bed, exposing myself to her. She swiped a finger at my opening, pulling back to show me the creamy essence of my orgasm before sucking it into her mouth.

  "You taste fucking delicious."

  Sated, I collapsed against her, giggling as I pressed my face into her neck. Her arms came around me as she lowered her legs and threw one over mine, tangling us up in each other.

  "You tasted good, too."

  We laid there in silence for what might have been mere minutes but just as I started to drift into slumberland, I heard Xeno say, "I'm surprised you didn't ask me to pull the strap out."

  Popping one and then the other eye open, I pushed up on my elbow and stared at her to see her eyes closed and face looking serene as if she hadn't said a word.

  "I didn't know you had one."

  She opened her eyes and looked at me, that sexy ass smirk making its way to her lips.

  "I have plenty of toys, baby."

  Licking my lips, I studied her. "I like toys. A lot."

  She narrowed her gaze. "You're not too tired, are you?"

  "Tired?! Hell no. I have like six more in me, at least!"

  "Well, shiiid. Reach into that bottom draw over there and see what you can see."

  Thirteen

  Trisha

  When Four Letter Words Abound

  I woke up to Xeno spreading my legs and devouring my pussy as if it was a freshly cut wedge of watermelon placed in front of her during a picnic at the park on a hot summer day. My first words of the day were moans of praise for her doing such a good job. She aimed a wink my way as she gripped my ass and wrenched an orgasm out of me in six minutes flat. With a pleased look on her face, she sat back on her haunches and grinned at me, my juices running down her chin as if I had indeed been the proverbial fruit and, well I had no choice but to tackle her ass and return the favor.

  After we'd both been sated, we jumped into the shower, keeping our hands to ourselves as we cleaned up. I left her in the bathroom and headed to the sitting area in her bedroom for my bag. Carrying my toothbrush back into the bathroom, I brushed as she got dressed in her walk-in closet.

  "What are you doing today?" I asked once I finished my morning hygiene.

  "Working on the album, per usual right now. I'm actually gon' head up to the studio after we grab some breakfast."

  My back was to her as I walked back to my bag and dug through the clothes that I'd packed until I found my underwear. She couldn't see the thrilled grin that came across my face when she nonchalantly declared that we would be spending more time together this morning. Dropping my towel, I stepped into a pair of bikini panties and matching unlined bra. As I shimmied into a pair of denim cut-offs I quipped, "Breakfast?! Is that my consolation prize for you kicking me out?"

  Instead of laughing as I expected, I heard a resigned sigh and turned to see Xeno sitting at the foot of her bed shaking her head. Shit. Immediately dropping my shirt, I quickly strode over to her, maneuvering myself into the space between her knees and wrapping my arms around her neck.

  "I'm sorry," I said genuinely. "I meant that as a joke, but it was obviously in poor taste."

  Though she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, avoiding looking at me, her arms circled my waist and squeezed me gently. The fact that she embraced me even though she was—rightfully—annoyed with me, melted me from the inside. She truly deserved all of the love and head I had to give.

  "Yeah," she began, "that's not really funny when you keep acting like I don't want to be with you. Not for real anyway."

  "I don't—" I stopped short when she dropped her gaze
from the light fixture above us to give me a hard look, waiting on me to tell a big, bold lie. I thought I'd been doing better, and not just by showing up to her house for sex in the middle of the night. Instead of trying to explain it away, I owned up to it. If she and I crashed and burned before we even got a real chance to be, it wouldn't be because I failed to call a thing a thing. Gently, I pushed her onto her back and crawled over her.

  "I know. I know." Kissing a trail from the base of her neck up to her ear, I murmured my apologies. "I promise you that I will do better. I will make a conscious effort to be better."

  Gripping my hips, she pushed a little until I sat up and looked at her. Whiskey brown eyes peered up at me. "I don't want you to be anything other than what you are; I just want you to trust that I know what I want."

  Heart in my throat, I swallowed thickly. "This is gonna feel redundant, I know it will, and you're probably gonna think it's a stupid question but please just humor me." Her eyes softened and I knew that she knew exactly what I was going to ask her. She nodded and I whispered, "What do you want?"

  Chuckling, her eyes went past my head back to the light fixture, which was nice don't get me wrong, but it wasn't holding the secrets of the universe. It wasn't sitting on her thighs, waiting on her to soothe its insecurities and release the trapped breath in its lungs either. When she met my gaze again her eyes were a little glossy, and immediately I began to cry. I couldn't help it.

  Planting her elbows in the bed, she scooted back a bit and sat up, cupping my cheeks and touching her forehead to mine.

  "I want you, Trisha. I love you and I want you. Do you trust that I mean that?"

  Nodding swiftly, I tilted my chin and captured her lips. I licked at the seam of her mouth, diving straight in the moment she parted for me. Fisting my hands in her shirt and then releasing the material and sliding my fingers underneath to rest against the skin at her waist, I inhaled her, trying to swallow her whole.

  Xeno was the first to pull back, giving me a wide-eyed, awestruck look as she sucked in the air my kisses had denied her. "Shit, Tee. Fuck. I almost came just then."

  Dragging my tongue along my bottom lip, I sopped up the remnant of her flavor. "Then why'd you stop me?"

  Her lids lowered and desire entered the chat. "Shit, I don't know."

  Grasping my neck, she pulled me back toward her, but just before our lips met again, I said, "I love you, too. Just so you know."

  ♥♥♥♥

  When It's About Damn Time

  There was something about earnest declarations of love that made a girl feel all warm and fuzzy and slightly clingy. I wasn't even ashamed to ask Xeno if I could tag along with her as she headed to the studio, and from the smile she gave me? She didn't mind in the least.

  I sat on the small couch in the corner, alternating between reading a book on my phone and watching Xeno do her thing. That intensity that I remembered being enthralled by on the first night we met shone through while she was creating. I was quiet, not wanting to be a distraction, simply wanting to be in Xeno's presence, but then I was completely distracted from reading my book.

  Cyndi was telling some raunchy joke and I was hardly listening so I missed the entire punchline, but then I heard Xeno laughing. Everything about her captured my attention whenever I was around her, but the pure joy in her voice snapped my gaze toward her like a magnet. She had thrown her head back, laughing heartily from deep within, eyes closed and hand resting on her chest. She was so fucking beautiful and…mine.

  Imagine that.

  I didn't think, just pulled out my phone and snapped the picture. I stared at that picture, thinking about how amazing Xeno was. How lucky I was to have her in my life. How we might have never met and made it to this place if I hadn't taken the words of a strange woman spoken to me in the back of a candy store seriously.

  If I hadn't taken that leap.

  If I hadn't pushed through my fear.

  If I hadn't claimed what was mine.

  Mine.

  With my thumbs flying across the screen of my phone, I uploaded the picture I'd just taken to my social media, with only four letters as the caption and tagging Xeno on the photo.

  Mine.

  Then I looked at her and waited. Her phone was sitting on the tabletop of the soundboard and I saw the moment that she received the notification. She picked up her phone and seconds later swiveled in her chair to see me, startling a bit when she saw that I was already looking her way.

  "What is this?" She held the phone in the air, and although the screen was darkened, I knew she meant the post.

  "Just a simple act of claiming what's mine."

  Her brows rose and she pushed back in the seat until her legs were clear of the table, and then she crossed the room and stood in front of me. Her hair was down, all pushed over to one side of her head. She wore a tank with the studio name printed on front, a pair of shorts, and converse on her feet. And she stood there gazing at me, looking like everything I had hoped for, even before I truly knew what I wanted—let alone needed—and the breath I hadn't realized I was holding expelled from my lungs.

  It was good, this thing I had with her. It was good and it was everything and it was mine.

  And she reached for me then, holding both hands out, palms up, eyes crinkled at the corners as she waited for me. I didn't make her wait long, grabbing her hands with my own and letting myself be pulled up off of the couch. Within seconds I was wrapped up in her arms, enveloped in her scent, cloaked in her warmth, and enshrouded in her joy.

  She pressed a kiss to my neck and another to my lips and murmured, "Finally."

  About the Author

  Chencia C. Higgins is just a girl from Texas writing about sassy, southern women finding love. With more than ten titles under her belt, she has made it her mission to create stories in which Black women are loved out loud. In 2019 she won an RSJ Emma award for her debut paranormal romance, Janine: His True Alpha. When she isn’t hunkered down in her writing cave, Chencia can be found with her nose in a book (or two, or three), saving recipes on Pinterest, and traveling as much as possible with her family.

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