All In

by Renee Williams

  I shook my head. Leave it to my wife to confirm that she would fight for my honor. Everything about her was cute and fascinating. I would like to say that I was falling for her, but I think I would be lying. I’m pretty sure I had already fallen.

  I moved my hands down her thighs. “You would fight for my honor?”

  I kissed her neck.

  “Damn, right,” she sighed as I moved her panties to the side.

  “I think it’s kind of hot that you’d fight for me. You know chick fights are the best.” I pressed two fingers into her swollen clit.

  “Are they?” she moaned.

  I worked her clit with my two fingers.

  “Yep, all that hair pulling and possible t-shirt ripping is sexy as hell.” I murmured taking my fingers from her wet sex and licking them dry.

  Her eyes blazed. She removed her panties and dropped them to the kitchen floor.

  I pulled down my pants and underwear. I didn’t care if we were in the kitchen. I could make love to this woman anywhere.

  She bent over the table. I walked up to her and spread her ass cheeks.

  I teased her sex with my dick spreading her moisture all around.

  “Stop playing,” she groaned reaching behind herself trying to make me enter her.

  I smacked her hand. “You can’t rush perfection.” I loved looking at her rounded ass. I smacked it watching it move. She was sexy even at six months pregnant.

  I entered her slowly, and we both sighed in bliss. I took my time loving her. Lisa didn’t always like slow, but I refused to be rushed. I loved the slow buildup.

  “Chris,” she sighed trying to push me back. I grabbed her waist always careful of the twins. I knew there would probably come a time when sex wasn’t comfortable, but until then. I would enjoy every second of being with her.

  I started thrusting inside her a little more urgently.

  “Faster.” She pressed her ass into my cock. She grounded against me, causing all sorts of tingles to race up my spine. I groaned into her back. She was wrapped around me so tight that it was sucking all the strength out of me.

  I thrust in her faster and faster, trying to help her find completion. I removed one hand from her waist and found her nub. I pressed my fingers inside her, creating more and more friction. She grinded against me hard trying to find fulfillment.

  “Lisa.” This time I pulled almost completely out and then pounded my way back into her swollen sex.

  “Chris, Chris, Chris,” she begged.

  I loved when she sighed and called my name.

  “Yes.” I knew she didn’t have a question, but it felt good answering her. I pounded into her and clenched my teeth.

  I put my hand back to her sex and flicked her nub over and over again.

  “Oh, Oh,” she screamed as her sex gripped me harder. I climaxed inside her body and didn’t stop moving until I could no longer remain inside of her. I hated leaving her warmth.

  I slipped out of her.

  I helped her stand back up straight.

  “Don’t drop that on my kitchen floor,” she said on a sigh, glancing down at my leaking head. She used her hand to wipe the tip.

  “Lisa, you are killing me.” I groaned. My whole body tingled from her touch. I was so sensitive that I couldn’t even take her touching my dick.

  She grinned wickedly. “Am I?”

  Yes, she was. She was my life, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but her.

  She smiled at me coyly. “Next time, tell him I am a good fuck. Let his ass marinate over that.” She winked at me slowly picking her panties up from the floor.

  Right. As if I would share with him how good my wife was in bed. I didn’t give a shit what he thought about black women. Lisa was all mine. He would have to see if some other black woman would give his dumb ass a chance.

  Lisa

  Haley sat next to me in the family room, but it didn’t make any difference. I didn’t want to be there.

  It had taken me months to go to his hockey game. I had been working and not feeling all that great when I wasn’t. The twins were certainly making themselves known in the form of swollen feet and ankles. Constantly standing on my feet wasn’t helping either.

  Chris and I had finally made the decision that it was time for me to give it a rest and stay at home and wait for the babies to be born.

  I really hadn’t wanted to leave my job. I enjoyed what I did. I had gone to school for years to make it this far. Leaving work after only a few months was the very reason why getting pregnant had been so stressful for me. I was just getting in the door, and I was already leaving.

  “You good?” Haley glanced over at me.

  “Yep, if you consider I feel like I’m about to blow, and my feet hurt like hell. Then, sure I’m doing great.” I said leaning back in my seat.

  I barely felt like wearing shoes because I felt like my toes were being held hostage.

  “You don’t have much time. Then, you’ll get to hold your babies in your arms, and all this would have been worthwhile.”

  I gave her the side-eye. I wasn’t sure about that part. I was pretty sure that I would never forget the constant bathroom usage, the swollen feet, the constant craving, and exhaustion. Yep, I wanted to see my babies. I wanted this to end as soon as possible.

  “Hi, ladies. I hear congratulations are in order, Lisa.”

  I glanced over at Chris’s ex-girlfriend Taylor. Was she serious?

  “Thank you.” I barely looked at her. I didn’t feel like entertaining her silly ass. I was too damn irritated to pretend.

  I turned back to Haley refusing to give her conversation and hoping that she’d take the hint and leave. From talking to Haley, I knew that Taylor could be nicety. But, I was not my cousin. I would not sit idle and let her be rude.

  “So, I hear that you and Chris got married, and you’re expecting twins. I didn’t think that Chris was your type.”

  Do not turn around. Maybe, she will stop talking and go away.

  “I mean I dated him for a while, and he’s pretty much as white as you can get. It must be the money. I mean I don’t blame you if you’re dating just for that reason because before Haley I didn’t even think black women liked white men.”

  Okay, so as this point, she was aggravating me. Granted, before Haley I felt the same way about white men. No, I hadn’t been attracted to Chris. But, he was my damn husband. I was attracted to him now. My husband was fine, sexy, smart, and all that and a bag of chips. And, some shit you just didn’t say out loud. Obviously, Taylor was never taught the same advice of what comes up doesn’t always have to come out.

  I turned around toward her since she refused to just walk the hell away.

  “Nope, I’m very attracted to my husband. As a matter of fact, he’s sexy as hell. Pretty sure that was why you wanted to marry him before he broke it off with you. And, a word of advice to you. Maybe, you shouldn’t comment on other women’s husband.”

  I turned back toward Haley hoping that her nagging fly ass would move.

  “You’re right. Any black girl should be happy to have a man like Chris. He’s a bread winner, and at least you know that your baby will come out cute. I know that black women are concerned about how their children will look. I mean a lot of black women have started to marry rich white men to make sure that their kids are cute.”

  For just a second, I will admit that I was flabbergasted. I mean really like amazed that someone would say something so racist and ignorant to another person. I would be the first to admit that I had seen racist things on television. However, I had never experienced anything for myself. I was raised in a very diverse community that seemed to love and respect all their children. I had gone to Harvard where everyone was smart and realized that everyone was pretty much smart. I had even graduated at the top of my class. So, for her to be so blatantly rude threw me off.

  “Excuse me?” I had to stand up. You could not curse someone out sitting in a chair. Granted being eight months pregn
ant was not intimidating at all. But, as Shannon Sharp said, I was not above slapping that smirk off her face.

  “I’m just saying that Haley’s daughter is cute, so your children will probably look like that.” She shrugged her shoulders.

  I could feel all of the family room eyes looking over at us. I was pretty sure that everyone probably had been looking in our direction since Chris’s ex sat by me.

  “First, don’t let my education fool you. You are a damn racist. I am calling you on your shit. You do not get to insinuate that I can’t love my husband because he is white. That shit is offensive.”

  I glared at her. I wanted to punch the hell out of her. If I wasn’t pregnant, I would drag her ass through the family room and embarrass the hell out of Chris and myself.

  “And, you don’t get to belittle my heritage. We are beautiful black women, and we don’t have to add another color into our lives to love our children. And, I’m not a damn groupie. You are. I’m Harvard educated. I’m a doctor. I don’t follow the next dick around trying to find a husband.”

  My voice had risen with every statement. I could feel Haley standing next to me.

  “Lisa?” I heard Chris call my name. I didn’t even bother to turn around. I would not take my eyes off her. I didn’t trust Taylor. There was no telling what she might do.

  “What’s going on here?” he demanded reaching for my arms, trying to pull me away from Taylor.

  “Everybody is looking at you. You need to calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene,” he said trying to pull me away.

  I snatched my arm. “I don’t want to cause a scene?”

  He didn’t even know what the hell was going on, yet he assumed I was the one causing a scene. He needed to talk to Ms. Taylor who was running around calling black women ugly and poor.

  I felt tears creep into my eyes. I refused to cry in front of him or that crazy ass woman.

  Neither one of them deserved to see my pain. I was leaving. Screw both of them.

  “I’m leaving. Go back and talk to her. Get out my face. Your black wife has caused enough of a scene.”

  I pushed him away from me and stood glaring at him. How dare he try me? This was a waste of time.

  Chris

  I prowled closer to her, she ignored me refusing to step back. I wasn’t surprised. Lisa never backed down for anyone. I could see that I had hurt her, but that had not been my intention.

  I grabbed her upper arm, pulling her to the corner of the room hiding her from view of everyone else in the room.

  “Get your damn hands off me,” she growled. “Snatching me away from that bitch slapping she deserved and playing Captain Save a Becky. You don’t have any idea what the fuck she just said to me. I know how men are. You come to the white girl rescue because the black girl must have said or done something to offend Becky’s racist ass.”

  She pushed me in the chest. Her gaze snapped at me. I refused to move. She wasn’t stronger than me regardless of what she boosted herself up to believe.

  “What in the hell are you talking about? I was trying to calm the situation.” I didn’t know what the hell this crazy woman was talking about. She was always throwing out some sort of conspiracy theory.

  She pushed me in the chest. “I didn’t need you to calm the situation. She deserved everything I was about to give to her. You damn reprimand me in front of her. This heifer just offended your wife and unborn children, and you drag me off like I did something wrong,” she spat at me.

  Had I really done that? That wasn’t what I intended. I just wanted to ease the situation before it broke out into a girl fight with my pregnant wife.

  “That’s not what I did at all,” I growled stepping closer into her body.

  She tried to pull away again. “You know what. I’m not surprised you don’t get it. Black girls have been Sojourner Truthing it for a long damn time. Always having to remind people that ain’t I a damn woman. What the world doesn’t realize is that black girls get tired too. We get tired of carrying the world on our fuckin backs. You should have seen what was going on. You should have cared to save your eight-months pregnant wife, not the white girl that cried racist white girl tears,” she practically snarled.

  “Lisa, you are overreacting” I protested.

  Tears raced from her eyes.

  My wife never really cried. It devastated me.

  She blinked. “How the hell do you know I’m overacting? You don’t even know what the fuck she said to me. Same problem. The black girl must be taking it wrong. She’s the one blowing everything out of proportions like black people do.” She pushed me harder. “Move back.”

  I was so close to her that the swell of our unborn children ate up all the distance.

  I smashed my mouth to hers. She resisted me. I kept pressing into her lips until she opened for me. Our tongues dueled with each other seeking control. I felt the salt of her tears within our kiss. I couldn’t lose her, not over some bullshit. I loved this girl. She carried my whole future with her. Yes, this was my first time admitting it to myself. That I loved her. I never wanted her to cry. I never wanted to disappoint her.

  I lifted my lips from hers. I leaned in close to her and whispered so that she was the only one that could hear me. This was between us. Our marriage was our own. Our family would always come first with us. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I would never try to do anything to hurt you. I’m sorry if you think that I was taking her side. I promise you I wasn’t. I just knew the cameras were there, and I just wanted you out of the spotlight.”

  She wiped more tears from her eyes. “The hardest part of being a black woman is that the world thinks that we are so strong. We have to be strong because the world has never allowed for us to be weak. Nobody sees black girls as fragile. You know we’re considered hard, abrasive, and more sexual than other women. We’re the muscular females that they try to depict Serena Williams as. We are not tiny. Hell, I don’t want to ever be fragile. But, I want to be cared for. I want to feel vulnerable with you. I want for you to take over.” She laughed through watery eyes. “Within reason.”

  I kissed her lips again. “Lisa, I see you. Maybe, I need a class in unconscious biases, but I would never intentionally hurt you. I love you.” It was my first time ever telling her this. She meant the world to me. Over these months, I had seen so many different sides to her. I had seen her determined like when she asked me to move-in with her. Watching her be a doctor giving so much of herself and loving her patients. Loving how she loved me. She always gave me all of her. When she had said all in, she took it to heart. Just like I had.

  I put both my hands on her cheeks. “What did she say to you?” I knew that she hadn’t liked how I handled to situation, but I still didn’t want her arguing with Taylor in front of the whole family room. I would always protect my wife and family.

  She took a deep breath looking at me as if she wasn’t sure I even wanted to hear it.

  “Baby, what did she say?” I pressed.

  She sighed. “She told me that she guessed that I was having your baby because I wanted to have a cute baby because black children obviously cannot be cute. She also said she was quite certain that I couldn’t be attracted to a white boy like you. That I must be a gold-digger because you were not my type.”

  I tensed up. What? Who would say some racist bullshit like that to someone?

  I released Lisa’s hand and stormed off. What gave her the right to say something so damn racist to my wife? Lisa had more accomplishments in one pinkie finger than Taylor had in her whole whorish body. She went from sleeping with me to sleeping with someone else on the team. Hell, it didn’t even take a month.

  I walked up to Greg first. “Greg, I’m going to tell you this because I consider you a friend. I suggest that you keep Taylor away from my wife. We don’t associate with racists, and I can’t be responsible for what I might do or my wife might do if she says anything to her again.”

  “What happened, dude?”

  “She said some ra
cist trash to my wife about black women not being attractive and about my future children. Look, I can’t tell you who to date, but you might want to think long and hard about being with some female who is a racist and that teammate hops. It’s your life, but I want you to keep her the fuck out of mine.”

  I couldn’t even look at Taylor. Greg was my best option. Talking to her might get me in trouble. I wanted to shake the shit out of her for disrespecting my wife.

  Greg glared over at Taylor. “You said racist shit to Chris’s wife?”

  Taylor raised her chin, “All I told her was Chris wasn’t her type because he was white. I hadn’t even seen Chris with a black girl before. She had to have married him for money. She is lucky. Mixed race babies are cute,” she finished as if that shit wasn’t rude as hell.

  “You said that?” he asked appalled.

  “It’s true. Everybody thinks biracial children are pretty.” She shrugged her shoulders.

  I wanted to punch the shit out of her.

  “Get out. You know what? You’re not welcome here.” Greg snatched her family pass from around her neck.

  “Greg,” she whined reaching for his hand.

  “Don’t touch me,” he snatched his hands back.

  “Security,” he called stepping back from her.

  “What did I do? She was the one that caused the scene.” Taylor screamed getting louder causing everyone to look at us.

  Lisa stood silently watching Taylor being escorted out the building.

  Greg turned to Lisa. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I mean I knew she and Chris broke up, but I just thought...” he looked sheepish.

  “That I liked black women.” I looked over at him.

  “I mean, yeah.” He turned even redder.

  “Greg, you know it’s okay to like women of other races, right?” I asked him quietly.

  I smiled. Just saying I liked black women almost sounded racist. Connecting color to anything in the real world made people sound racist. I was used to people saying they didn’t see color, but it wasn’t true. Everyone saw color, color just wasn’t supposed to cloud our vision. It was fine to like any race that I wanted.