by Tracy Gray
“Do I get to touch everyone that I get right?”
“X.” She acted exasperated. “You don’t get to guess. Come on, you have a whole damn degree in the human body.”
“But I don’t wanna just stand here while you molest me, Ma.”
I smiled when she giggled, slapping her hand over her mouth. “Is that what I’ll be doing? Molesting you?”
“Pretty much.”
“Okay.” She acquiesced. “For every five I get right, you get to guess one.”
“So, I gotta depend on you getting ‘em right?”
She balled up her fist, and punched me on the arm. “Stop giving me a hard time. Okay, for every five I guess, you get to guess one.”
“Cool, get naked.”
“What?”
“Get naked” I sighed like she was being difficult. “Get naked, Ma. We need to see the muscles. How else are we supposed to name them?” I didn’t wait for her response, I just pulled my t-shirt over my head, then stepped out of my basketball shorts, and my drawers, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. “Uh, you gone need help?”
She got up on her knees and made her way over to me. Her hand was out, and I knew she was reaching towards my tattoo.
“What’re you doing?” I asked her.
“Touching your tattoo.” She replied, giving me attitude.
“You wanna touch it, name it. You wanna name it, get naked.” I folded my arms across my chest and waited.
“This is why they call your big ass Baby.” She told me with a pretty frown on her face. “Because you’re so damn spoiled.”
“Plus, I like to be held. What?” I didn’t know why I was fucking with her, except it was like the more difficult I was with her, the more she acted like the Reign that I knew and loved.
She didn’t reply, she just pulled the little ass t-shirt with Busy’s number on it over her head.
“Bra, too.” I insisted.
“Whatever, Xavier.” She huffed, reaching behind herself to undo the clasps. When her breasts tumbled free, it took every bit of personal restraint not to touch them. Touch her.
“Slide outta them coochie cutters. I know you want to.” I said with a smirk.
She cut her eyes at me, standing up from where she’d been on the bed. “You know what? You’re absolutely right, these shorts are terrible.”
“You gotta fat pussy, Reign. You can’t be wearing little shit like that, and expecting it not to travel.”
She stepped out of the shorts, and her panties. I moved my eyes up and down her nude frame appreciatively, but didn’t leer, or let my gaze linger too long.
“Do ya thing.” I prompted.
She stepped towards me, lifted her hands, and ran them gently over my shoulders. “Deltoids.” She told me.
I nodded my agreement. “Go again.”
Her hands swept across my belly button, as she looked into my eyes with a grin. “Umbilicus.”
“Oooookaaaaay.” I said slowly. I hadn’t expected her to go there, but whatever.
Wrapping her hands around my arm as best she could, she said, “bicep.”
“Three for three.”
She rubbed her hands over my chest, leaned over, and gave a juicy lick across one of the few tattoos I’d gotten since we’d been apart. When her tongue touched my skin, my dick came to life, as if he’d been awakened from a deep slumber.
“Name it.” I said huskily, trying to keep control of myself.
“Pectoralis major.”
“Too easy. That’s always been your favorite one.”
She looked up at me, her eyes hooded with lust. “Not my favorite one.”
I chuckled. “One more. Let’s go.”
She rubbed her hands low on my stomach. So low, that for a second, I thought she was going to grab my dick, but she didn’t. “External oblique aponeurosis.”
“Damn. You remembered that? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I never would’ve gotten through undergrad without you.”
“I was just your study buddy.”
I licked my lips and eyed her seductively. “More than just my study buddy.”
“So, I guess it’s your turn.”
“It’s my turn.” I agreed, stepping closer to her, closing the distance between us. I let my eyes roam her body. Yeah, muscles and muscles groups jumped out at me, but so did her overall sexiness. Reign had a beautiful body. She was all softness and curves. She had muscles, but they were sequestered beneath a layer of pliable, huggable, suckable cushion. I loved her body. Always had, ever since the first time she declared it mine. I worshipped it then and I worshipped it now. I ran my hands over her body, the same way she had done me. Across her full breasts, down her stomach, over the arcs of her hips, up her back, cupped her ass.
“Can’t choose a muscle?” She teased.
“Vagina.” I said, sliding one finger inside her slick folds.
She gasped, but otherwise didn’t move. I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply, plunging my tongue into her mouth while simultaneously plunging my finger into her warmth, and reveling in the sensation that was uniquely Reign. The moans coming from low in her throat were having a conversation with my dick, apparently telling him that he needed to get even harder, and he was completely with it.
I rubbed my thumb across her clit, while sliding a second finger inside her.
“X.” She said breathlessly against my mouth. “Please. Please.”
She didn’t need to say more than that. I knew what she wanted, so I pushed her back on the bed. Spreading her legs wide, I dipped my head down and licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top. The scent of Reign’s arousal stirred up feelings and emotions that I had tried to bury long ago, uncertain that I would ever get to experience her in this way again.
“Damn, the way you taste.” I managed, before I dove back in, pulling her clit against my tongue and sucking with a hum.
She ground her hips up, while her hands found their way to the top of my head, pulling and tugging on my locs, massaging my scalp. “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
I kept the same energy, alternating licks of her opening with deep sucks on her clit. After a minute or so of intense pleasure, she went from using my head as an anchor to keep my face in her pussy, to using it as a brace to push away from me.
I snaked my arms around her thick thighs, firmly holding her in place. “What’re you running for, Raye? Don’t run. Take it. Let me ruin your life this week.” With that, I went back to work, tongue kissing her clit, lapping up every ounce of creamy liquid that her body produced for me.
Reign
“Let me ruin your life this week.” Why was that so sexy to me? Why did it hit me directly in the vagina, causing knots to form in my stomach and the muscles in my body to instinctively tighten? Seconds later, my orgasm ripped through me, sending me over the edge loudly, and demonstratively, gripping Xavier’s head and I’m sure cutting off his oxygen supply while I rode the waves of satisfaction.
He removed his head from between my thighs, his beard glistening with the essence of me. I was boneless, so I just lay there and tried to get my mind right, which was my body’s typical reaction to orgasms from Xavier. I was tripping on how little difference three years made in my response to him. While I was laying there trying to put my world back together, Xavier was sheathing himself.
My eyes followed his every movement as he made his way over to the bed. His dick was beautiful: caramel colored, smooth mushroomed head, veiny shaft and hefty. My mouth watered at the sight of him. With the speed of the athlete he was, he nestled himself between my legs.
“I love you.”
“I love…” Before I could get the words out, he slid inside of me. The intake of my breath was sharp and sudden, like the pain from the stretching.
“Don’t tense up. Breathe. You can handle me. It’s just been a minute.” He pressed my legs further apart, helping me acclimate to his size.
He started his movements slowly, oh so slowly, and my body rece
ived the command to acquiesce to his invasion.
“You feel so fucking good, Raye.”
My hands went to his back, clawing at his skin while he immersed himself in me over and over again. I lifted my hips, meeting the crash of his pelvis, with a crash of my own. When he bit down on my shoulder, my body went into sensation overload. Physically, I rocked with tremors, while explosions of colors went off behind my eyelids.
Xavier’s lovemaking was hitting me differently than it had in the past. In the past, sex had been frenzied, passionate, and instinctual. Now, it was still passionate, but it was also purposeful and thoughtful. He was giving himself to me in the form of long strokes - putting himself in my hands, asking me to trust him again. To love him again. I could sense it, but I could also feel it.
He stroked me deeply, his hands moving through my hair, and over my face as he lowered his mouth to mine. There were so many sensations. Almost too many sensations. Pinpricks of bliss began to overtake every nerve ending in my body, my moans becoming more ragged and incoherent. The aching need in my lower region was palpable, and so messily entangled with pleasure that I couldn’t distinguish the two. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure won the battle of sensations and sent me happily over the edge with a shriek of pure delight.
Xavier supported himself on his palms, looking down at me from a push-up position, as I lay under him.
“Oh my goodness.” I said grinning up at him.
He grinned back at me silently. Finally, after a few beats, he spoke. “You’re pretty as hell. And I love the fuck outta you.”
“Uh, thank you?” I pretended to be put out.
“You’re welcome. Turn over.”
I got home from Portland on Sunday morning. Sunday night, I sat on my sofa FaceTiming with Xavier.
“So, where are you specifically?” I asked him.
“At a hotel down the street from the Portland Pioneers facility outside of Portland, Oregon.”
“How was today?”
“Cool. First day shit. Moved into the hotel. Unpacked. Weighed in.”
“Did you make weight?”
He stared into the camera, his brown eyes tired, but soft and warm. “You know I did, Raye. Thank you. Thanks for looking out.”
“You’re welcome. I can’t have you getting fined for being two pounds over.”
He sighed heavily. “I miss you already. I miss you so fucking much.”
“I miss you, too.”
We stared at each other silently for a few seconds.
“You still worried?”
I appreciated him acknowledging the elephant in the room. There was still some fear in my heart that the last time Xavier left for training camp, he never came back to me. “Yep. But you FaceTiming me certainly helps.”
“It would help me if you would show me some titties, or let me watch you take off your panties.”
“For real, Baby?” I laughed.
“I’m serious. Four weeks without you. I need something to get me through.”
“Why? It’s just gonna make both of us horny.”
“I’m already horny, Raye. Come on, take your panties off, Girl.”
“You’re so spoiled, Xavier.” I said, adjusting the phone so that I could slide out of my biker shorts and panties. “And do not record this.”
“I’ll agree to not recording it, if you agree to FaceTiming me without panties everyday.”
“Agreed.”
“Raye.”
“Yeah?”
“Put the phone up to your pussy, Sweetheart. I don’t have any desire to just talk to you while you don’t have on panties. I wanna see it. Show it to me.”
I placed the phone down by my vagina, not even sure what I was doing, because my level of freak clearly wasn’t proportionate with his level of freak.
“Open your legs wider, Raye.” He instructed from down by my pelvis.
I spread my thighs further apart, giggling to myself at the absurdity of what was happening. Xavier was basically video-chatting, minus the chatting, with my vagina.
“What’s so funny?”
“If somebody told me two weeks ago that I would be flashing you my vagina over FaceTime, I would’ve thought they were crazy.”
“Put the phone up to your face, Ma.”
I did. “What’s up?”
“Thank you. Thank you for trusting me enough to do what you just did. I know me, and you, and training camp don’t have the best history, and I see you trying to thug this thing out for me...for us. And I appreciate it. And I love you so much for even giving me a second chance, knowing how I fucked up. Thank you.”
Before I could respond, my doorbell rang. “Ugh, that’s River.” I said, grabbing my panties.
“Tell her that I said what’s up. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“All right.”
“Ay, I love you.”
“For how long?” I asked him. When we were together before, I used to ask him that all of the time.
“Forever.” He always gave me the same answer. “Ay, one more thing. I don’t know if you’re on something and it’s none of my business, but if you’re not, I need you to get on something.”
“Get on something?”
“Birth control, Ma. I’mma need you to get on some. Because when we connect...I need it to be skin on skin. Okay?”
“Okay.” I agreed. “And I love you back.” I said before hanging up, shimmying into my panties and biker shorts and answering the door for my sister.
“Uhm, what took you so long? I was about to get back in my truck.”
“Sorry. I was FaceTiming with Xavier.” I paused, before admitting, “actually Xavier was FaceTiming with my vagina.”
She shook her head and smiled. “Men are so horny. Your vagina’s been away from him for five hours, and he needs to see it again, already?”
“Well, he spent the week becoming BFFs with it, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he misses it.” I quipped walking back over to my couch.
“So, a lot of sex was had this week?” She asked, as she walked right past where I was chilling on the sofa and beelined for the kitchen.
“Ay, wash your hands before you go in my refrigerator.” I called.
“I will. Answer the question.”
“The term “a lot” is relative. Let’s just say that sex was had, and it was good.”
“You look like you got good sex. You’re glowy as hell. I mean, you’re over here looking like a ray of sunshine. X always was good for you.”
“Yeah.” I admitted letting my thoughts drift to how good he was to me when he had me face down, ass up in his bed.
“Awww, stop thinking about sex.”
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and respond to River’s proclamation at the same time. “Tell me about the Mayhew project. Where are we? Are any of the fixtures on backorder? What about that gray tile that I want for the upstairs hall bath?”
River and I discussed business for the next hour, before she headed home to spend time with Shawn. I ate a quick dinner, showered, threw on some shorty pajamas, and crawled into bed. The trip to Oregon was catching up to me, but so were my feelings for Xavier.
I shot him a quick text. Me: Hey. I can’t stop thinking about you.
My phone rang immediately with a FaceTime request.
“I wasn’t trying to keep you up.” I told him when I answered. “I just wanted you to know that you were on my mind.”
“I wasn’t asleep. Still early here. You know I’m two hours behind you. Besides, I don’t like sleeping without you in the bed with me.”
“Spoiled.”
“Maybe.” He allowed.
“Hey X.”
“Yeah, Raye.”
“You have a tattoo on your left pec, right over your heart. What is that? I spent the whole time I was there trying to figure it out.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I figured it had something t
o do with your grandmother.”
“Nah, I haven’t gotten anything for her, yet. I’m still deciding what I want. But this,” he panned down to his muscular ass chest, “is a family crest.”
“The Mayhew family crest?”
“Yeah, the Mayhew family crest - the Xavier Mayhew family crest. Met this tattoo artist who was really into African art. Had him do some renderings for me, and I picked the one that I liked best. Then, I had it made into the shape of a crest, because I decided that even though my birth family was fractured as fuck, when I start my own family, I would want something to represent my bloodline. When I ran the idea past my therapist, he thought it would be cool for me to concentrate on fixing the things that I could fix. So, I designed it.”
“It’s beautiful.” I told him. “Very...intricate.”
He nodded.
“There’s a banner inside the crest.” I commented.
“There is.”
“What does it say?”
“It’s in cursive. You can’t read cursive?”
“Yes, I can read cursive. It’s just little and swirly.”
“Like cursive?” He teased.
“Okay, I’mma let it go, because clearly you’re not trying to tell me what it says.”
“Long May She Reign.”
I didn’t say anything for a smooth minute.
“You shook?” He asked finally. “Because I got your name tatted in my family crest? Because even when we weren’t together, you were my fam, and you’ll always be my fam? I wouldn’t give a shit if I married somebody else, Raye - she would have to deal. You’re just…” he sighed heavily. “I’ve just always known that you’re my future. I know you ain’t there right now, but I’m not in a hurry.”
“It’s beautiful.” I told him, once I’d collected my thoughts. “It’s a beautiful thought. I love that thought.”
“And on that note, I’mma let you go. I know you have work in the morning, and I’ve got...all kinds of shit that I don’t wanna be bothered with.”
I smirked at him. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I paused. “Right?”