by Nako
Porter slid his boxers back on and told her, “I need a minute.”
She slammed her head against the headboard. She didn’t expect the conversation to go that way. It was a simple question.
Today was perfect. It was their third day in Paris and she hadn’t stopped smiling since they landed. Porter was the perfect host and he was great with Kareem. She didn’t expect them to be treated like celebrities at Disneyland. She barely had any storage left on her phone, due to her taking so many pictures of him with all the characters. Porter was a good sport and wore a matching Mickey House shirt and hat to match Kareem and she was the cutest version of Minnie House there was. They took the cutest pictures ever. It was as if they were a family. She was on cloud nine. He asked her if she was going to post the pictures and she let him know that she hadn’t been on social media in years. It was no longer her thing. Every now and then she would re-download the app to be nosey, but for the most part she stayed off. Mahogany didn’t have anything to flex about, so why post? Her life wasn’t what it used to be, and she refused to give people something to talk about. It was an incredible day. After they tackled Disneyland, he arranged for them to take a boat ride across the Seine River. The view at night was magnificent. The morning after Disneyland, she woke up sore as hell and he insisted that she sleep in while he and Kareem visit the Children’s Museum. An hour after they left, a knock at the door came and she assumed they had left something or the key…but it wasn’t. Porter had a masseuse scheduled. It was the longest massage she ever had, but the best one ever. Two people stretched her body from two angles and she slept even better after they were done. Overall, she was full of joy. She kept pinching herself to make sure that this was all really happening.
Today, they shopped until the stores closed. Mahogany had every new pair of Gucci, Louis, and Prada shoes there were. He copped her whatever her eyes laid on. Mahogany tried on Fendi dresses and Chanel sweaters. Every time she glanced at all of the bags they acquired, tears welled in her eyes. Real money. No scamming. No checks or cards. This was all a dream come true.
As soon as they left from having dinner at Little Italy, where Kareem was able to make pizza and pasta from scratch, she gave him a bath and he was out like a light but not before telling that today was the best day ever. He enjoyed the shopping spree, seeing his mom smile so hard made him happy too. His little mind didn’t understand what was taking place, but he hoped it never stopped. Parents didn’t have a clue on how smart their kids really were. They picked up on energy and knew when things weren’t right.
They were in the bed vibing, drinking Prosecco out of the bottle and smoking some weed that he copped from an African. Porter was in between her thick thighs, laughing and enjoying life. Then she asked that stupid ass question and it ruined the whole night.
She gave him a few minutes to himself before she went looking for him. The condo wasn’t that big, so he couldn’t have gone too far. He was in the living room, watching the game or at least pretending that he was.
“Wanna hit this?” was her way of presenting herself to him, but he ignored her.
“Go to bed.”
He didn’t want to be bothered. She was hard-headed. Mahogany stood in front of the television, stark naked.
“And if Kareem wakes up, then what?” He tried to move his head, so he could continue watching but she moved her body with him.
“He doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night. Can we please talk? Don’t ruin a perfect night.”
He looked at her and then shook his head. “Yo, tell yourself that and move!” he wasn’t trying to miss Bron-Bron.
“I apologize. I'm a female. Porter, we like titles and want to be reassured sometimes. It’s normal.”
“Titles? How old are we? Twelve? What’s understood doesn’t have to be explained,” was his response.
“First of all-” She began to roll her eyes, snake her neck and use those long polished red nails to get her point across.
He really didn’t want to have this conversation with her, so he turned the TV off since she didn’t plan on leaving him alone.
“Goodnight. I’m going to sleep in the guest room.” His tall frame sauntered away, leaving her stumped.
Mahogany decided to leave him alone, but she found herself restless. She tossed and turned for two hours, yearning for his body heat against hers.
She flipped the comforter back and sat up in the bed. She wanted him with her, not across the hall. It was a question, nothing more or less. She felt as if he was making a big deal out of this for no reason.
Mahogany left the bedroom and went into the room where he was sleeping, and he was knocked out. One of his long legs was dangling off the bed. He was snoring lightly, and she thought about tip-toeing back out to let him sleep, but she couldn’t. She locked the door behind her and got into the bed, laying right up under him. Porter squirmed a tad and then rolled over on his side.
He said with his eyes still closed, “You just can’t leave me alone, huh?”
She prosed her breast into his chest and slang her thigh on top of his leg.
“Couldn’t sleep. I missed you,” she pouted.
He breathed loudly. “I don’t like being put into a box. Let it flow, Mahogany. My actions are showing you what I want and that’s you and only you. For now, let that be enough.” He yawned.
She was cool with that, long as he wasn’t mad at her anymore. She kissed him, and he let her.
“I’m sorry.”
She kissed him all over his lips and face.
“It’s not you, it’s me. We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
“Hmm, hmm.” She pushed him on his back and mounted his lap.
His hands fell to her waist. “You don’t wear clothes no more?”
As soon as she got comfortable around him, they started sleeping naked. “Easy access for my baby,” she whispered as she pulled his dick out of his boxers.
“I don’t have no rubbers in here.” He didn’t play about wrapping it up.
“Ugh.” She got off his dick and he thought that they would go back to sleep, but she was horny. She lowered her mouth onto his penis and went to work.
“Shit bae.”
The inside of her mouth felt like a volcano. It was hot and warm. She never held back with taking as much of him as she could. Low-key, he was starting to think that she liked choking and gagging on his penis.
“Nah, what you doing?” he asked her, after only a few minutes of her sucking him and she was trying to stop.
Mahogany didn’t answer him, she got up and switched positions. Porter caught on fast as he moved his body down a little bit and pulled his legs together. He helped her get comfortable and she sat that fat ass pink pussy right on his face.
He sung against her clit, using his tongue to send vibrations through her body, “Peaches and cream…” His baby tasted so sweet.
Mahogany found her rhythm again and as she rode her man’s face, she sucked the skin off his dick. From the base of his penis to the bottom of his balls. She jerked him and then licked. From licking she slurped loudly and made his toes curl. Whenever she hit his spot, he smacked her ass and she would move her butt in a circular motion, pushing her clit further into his mouth as he hungrily lapped her mound. They were a competitive couple, always trying to outdo each other. Whoever came first was considered the loser and Mahogany went out bad every time.
“Bring that ass here.” He wasn’t having that.
She sat up, leaving his dick standing at attention.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered as she twerked her ass on his lips.
Mahogany felt yet another climax coming, and she tapped out and fell on his legs.
“Roll over,” he needed to get up to grab his rubbers. He was about to tear her ass up.
She barely was able to catch her breath before he re-entered the room.
“Ass up,” he commanded, meaning he wanted it from the back. She did exactly as he asked. Arching her body as l
ow as she could. She tucked her feet and her breast were pressed against the mattress.
He toyed with her clit as he slid the condom on. “Bae, this motherfucker is glistening,” he said, happily.
Porter had to fuck her with the lights on. It turned him on whenever he looked down and saw her nut coating his dick.
“Hmmmm baby,” she moaned as soon as he entered in.
“I’m barely in there, come back.” She was already trying to run from the dick. He knew she wasn’t having that shit.
Mahogany bit her bottom lip so hard, she hoped that she didn’t draw blood.
He was all in her guts.
“You mine, ain’t you?” he asked as he pounded her from behind. Balls slapping against her loudly and her pussy was popping. She could’ve been a fire hydrant as wet as she was.
“YES, BABY YES!”
“You don’t care about that title shit, do you?” He slapped her booty again.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“I wanna be your bitchhhhhh,” she whimpered.
“YOU ALREADY IS! STOP PLAYING WITH ME AND THROW THAT ASS BACK ON YO DICK!” He was about to cum.
As he pulled out of her, he snatched the rubber off and dripped on her cheeks.
“Shit,” he panted.
Mahogany would never ask him again what they were…he put it on her ass. Literally.
They bathed together and ended up fucking again in the shower. Once they were back in the bed that they had been sleeping in since arriving in Paris, he had her in his arms as she laid against his chest.
“My wife was older than me…”
She looked up at him. “For real? She looked so young. By how many years?”
Porter cleared his throat, “Fifteen years…”
“Way older,” Mahogany commented.
“So how old was she when she started having all them-”
He sat up which made her as well. Did she say the wrong thing?
“We used a surrogate…”
Mahogany honestly didn’t know what to say.
“Really?”
“Did you do it-”
Porter shook his head, “No.”
“I think I’m confused, P.” She didn’t want to sound stupid and say the wrong thing.
He laid back down, but she remained where she was.
“The title shit throws me off because I felt like she forced me to put a label on something that at the time I wasn’t ready for.”
She understood now, but she wasn’t his late wife either. She didn’t compare him to her ex and she expected the same in return.
“We’re not y’all.”
“I know bae, I’m just letting you know why your question threw me off. That’s all. Come here, lay back.” He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
He ended up drifting off to sleep but she was wide awake with a lot of shit on her mind. Did she really know him? Were they moving too fast? Who was Porter Bavay?
η
No one came to Paris and didn’t go to the Moulin Rouge. Like, how could you not? It was a pleasant experience and the perfect night out whether you were with your girls or on a date. The morning after their first little petty argument followed by some mind-boggling explosive make up sex where he forced her to submit to his will and his way, he gifted her with a pair of diamond earrings exclusively designed by Shaun Leane.
“When did you get these?” she asked, only because they hadn’t spent any time apart since their trip started.
“You’re worrying about the wrong thing. Do you like them?”
Her eyes lit up with gratitude. “Do I? I love them, baby. Thank you so much, P.”
She kissed him passionately and that’s when he pulled out another box from the sky and handed it to her.
“It is not my birthday!” She jumped up and down, excitedly.
“Girl open it up,” he laughed.
Kareem heard his mama talking loud and ran into the room. All he saw was gifts and he got happy too.
“Mama, let me see.”
Mahogany pulled the teal ribbon and inside of the box was a diamond tennis bracelet.
“I hope it fits, it’s custom.”
She wasn’t an emotional person, but when she looked up at him there were tears in her eyes. It was hard for her to talk because she was choking up.
He reached over and kissed her forehead. Now that Kareem had entered the room, he would keep it respectful.
“You deserve the world, Mahogany.”
This was a fairytale. A dream that she never even had.
Here they were, hours later, walking down the steps and into the ballroom where the Moulin Rouge show would be taking place in approximately twenty minutes. She wore a long red dress with a split that exposed her thigh. On her feet were a pair of plastic Red Bottoms, Porter admitted while they were shopping yesterday that he loved her in high heels. She told him that she could never wear them for long periods of time because her feet would start throbbing, so he made sure the salesperson only showed her the heels that were considered a little more comfortable than the others. She did her makeup and curled her hair for tonight’s date. Kareem had on a pair of jeans and a white button-down, looking like a little man. She couldn’t wait to get some of the pictures that she had taken of him blown up. Especially the one of him in front of the Eiffel Tower. Porter kept it casual, which made Mahogany feel like she was too dressed up until they walked in the room and she saw how everyone was over the top.
“I needed a fur for tonight, chile,” she whispered to him.
“Too hot.”
They were seated in the middle of the room, the escort said, “Best table in the room.”
Porter had called earlier and made arrangements. He was considered royalty around this way but hadn’t been able to spot any familiar faces. He basically grew up here. Every night, this is where he spent his time with his mum.
“We’ll eat when we leave. I ordered some champagne though.”
She nodded her head. That was perfectly fine with her.
“What exactly is Moulin Rouge?” she knew that probably was a dumb question, but she still had to ask because she had no idea what was going to happen tonight.
Was it a concert? A play?
He smiled, “You’ll see.”
Minutes later, the lights dimmed, and an announcement was made that the show would be starting really soon. She sat up in her seat, placing her YSL clutch on the table.
Kareem said, “It’s like we at the movies mama,” as if he knew.
A bright light shone on the stage and then what sounded like classical music sped up began to play loudly through the speakers.
Then BOOM!
The prettiest, tallest, skinniest women that she had ever laid eyes on appeared from every entrance there was. It had to be about sixty of them and only seven men. Husky, handsome, buffed men too. Their eyes and smiles pierced the crowds, it was as if they were trained to smile permanently. Their legs were long and arms even longer. They danced in formation causing the crowd to clap in amazement. It was an amazing introduction and then, they whisked themselves away. The lights dimmed again, but not for too long. Two minutes later, the show had begun. She was amazed by every set. The dancers did more than perform, they gave an experience. The show was full of eye-openings talents, such as skating, and gymnastics. There was even a set that included four large Anacondas and a woman dancing in a pool with the snakes. She was a bold lady and that was Mahogany’s favorite part of the night. It was a sign for her to live her life to the fullest and to no longer walk in fear.
Mahogany whistled, clapped, and hooted throughout the almost three-hour show. She had never seen anything like it before in her life.
“I could see myself doing this,” she giggled once it was over.
“Oh yeah?”
She nodded her head. “Yes, so dope.”
Porter was looking for someone…anyone that knew his mother or knew him, but everyone was so young. His “fami
ly” seemed to have been long gone and that somewhat disappointed him.
On their way out of the theatre, he spotted a picture and it had to have been nothing but God that he saw it because his head was somewhere else.
“That’s my mum,” he said, eagerly.
Mahogany turned around and saw the gold frame photograph. The woman was…alluring. You couldn’t help but to stop and stare. Her eyes alone captivated all three of them.
“Jesus…” was all Mahogany could muster up.
Porter understood why she felt that way.
“Yeah, that’s my Queen. She saved my life.”
η
“You motivate me,” she told him once the plane took off. Paris was life-changing, and she was incredibly inspired by everything that she had saw and experienced. Even down to what she ate; the finest wines, the best damn steak and salad. The coffee. The tea. The dessert. She had macaroons for the first time. Everything was divine. Mahogany would never forget this trip. Her first real international trip. Not saying that her vacations to Puerto Rico and St. Thomas didn’t count, but bitch, Paris was Paris. It was no comparison.
Porter rubbed her arm. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, baby.”
He had to work on accepting compliments and shit. She was constantly telling him thank you and praising him for being such a hard-working man. He only did what he had to do. The hustle was embedded in him.
“I gotta get on it.”
The grind had been activated. The energy she used to put into the wrong things was being redirected into her craft. She’d been writing like crazy and couldn’t wait to hop back in the booth. Mahogany had a whole new vision for her life. She could do whatever she put her mind to and she was about to get to it.
“How do you keep going? Like on the bad days or when you want to lay in bed all day.”
“I did that for two years, healing my heart. No off days for me,” he told her the truth.
He took time off and it was needed. Sometimes, on the road to success, you’ll burn yourself out. This time around, with Mahogany specifically, he was balancing life and love. His career was important. Success had already been attained and he was wealthy. Now, he was maintaining his assets and growing his brand. He had time to pour into his lady’s dream and that made him happy.