Toby the Protector

by Blue Saffire

  “You told your father about us?” I’m not ready to address the other things she has said, yet. If I do, my pounding head will explode. My rising anger serves to sober me up.

  She shakes her head. “No, Kwäzē made excuses for me. My father’s only request was to know where I was going and to have access to me if needed.”

  “You live alone,” I ask, holding my breath.

  “I’m sure he has someone out there watching me,” she shrugs. “And no, I have not taken another lover, Toby. I see your real question in your eyes.”

  I turn away from her and release the breath I was holding. She still knows me, that’s for sure. I start to slowly rip into the other things she has said.

  I know things had to be crazy in Africa for Kwäzē to warn me off, but this is so much bigger than what I thought. I start to make plans in my head to get my dad to call in some family favors. We don’t have any kings or queens, but my family has its own power.

  You would think some of my family was royalty the way they move. I can protect Kamara. This crazy king dude will never hurt her or her family.

  “Toby,” she says softly, placing her hand on my back and rubbing slowly. “I know what you are thinking. It’s not that simple. I could cause my family the throne if I do something stupid.”

  “Loving me is stupid,” I snap.

  “That’s not what I said. I can see you thinking. You can’t go storming the palace with Braxton and Rebecca to save me this time. Kwäzē and my dad have been strategic about this for years, and they still haven’t relieved our people of that cancer, Afafa,” she says gently.

  I shove my hands into my hair and rest my elbows on my knees. I don’t know what else to do. I know I can’t live without her again.

  “So, what do you want to do?”

  “Why are you here? What happened to your job at the firm?” She asks, instead of answering my question.

  “I still work there. I…I’ve just been having a rough time and Dad forced me to take a vacation,” I take a side glance to see her face.

  Kamara stares into her lap. Those long lashes bring back so many memories. Now that I know why she left, why she stayed away from me, I can’t find it in me to be so angry anymore.

  “I have one question for you,” I rasp and swallow hard. “Do you still love me?”

  “Yes,” she says to her lap.

  I’m on her before she finishes breathing the words. I cup the sides of her face and kiss those full lips, like I’ve been dreaming of doing, for two years. I can taste the salt of her tears on my tongue.

  I groan, as she pants into my mouth. I go to deepen the kiss, but she pulls back and laughs breathlessly. I knit my brows, as she pulls away and pushes at my chest.

  “What,” I ask in confusion.

  “You stink,” she giggles and gives me that beautiful smile.

  I pull back, chuckling to myself. Kamara stands, sliding her shoes from her feet. I watch, as she reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head.

  Thin or not, she is still the sexiest woman alive. The way the white dress falls from her fingertips and floats down to the floor is mesmerizing. Her skin still has the glow I remember.

  Golden chocolate, that’s how I can best explain Kamara. Silky milk chocolate that I’ve gone far too long without. My lips part, when I take her in, she’s completely naked under that dress.

  Kamara moves towards me, holding her hand out. “I think a shower will help,” she purrs.

  I grab her hand and lift to my feet. She turns, pulling me through the house with her. I smile, when she heads for my room. She remembers.

  We are silent, as we make our way into the bathroom connected to my room. She stops in front of me when we arrive inside, turning on the balls of her feet. I look down at her, not sure if I should touch her or not.

  Kamara answers my unspoken question, reaching for the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. I reach for her waist with my free hand, as I let the shirt fall to the floor.

  She tugs the string on my running shorts, before pushing them down my hips. She wasn’t the only one without underwear on. I brush my thumb over her full bottom lip, when she gives that shy smile I love.

  Her hands wrap around my neck and draw me to her lips. I capture hers, starving for another taste. God, I’ve missed this woman.

  I need to show her she belongs to me. I can never lose her again. I deepen the kiss and this time she doesn’t pull away from me.

  ~B~

  Kamara

  I feel like I’ve come home. This man’s arms are the place all my dreams are made off. His kisses give me hope I shouldn’t dare to have.

  I need him like I need air. His touch is cautious, as his hands slide down my sides. I cannot help being a little self-conscious.

  I know I’ve lost a lot of weight. I try not to look in the mirror anymore. A part of me, lost the weight from being sick over not being with Toby. The other part of me, hoped that if I had to follow through with marrying King Afafa, he would be repulsed by such a thin woman.

  “You’re still beautiful to me,” Toby breaks the kiss to whisper against my temple, speaking to my thoughts.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” I say, looking into his eyes.

  “Show me, you know what I like,” he rasps with a heated stare.

  I smile, it’s as if we’ve never been apart. Toby has always had this commanding presence about him, when it comes to our lovemaking. I nod my head in understanding.

  Stepping into the large shower, I turn on the water and stand under the spray. I turn to look at Toby, as he watches me. He stands tall and erect, watching me closely through the shower glass.

  I start with my hands on my breasts, pushing them together, as Toby watches, licking his lips. He moves his hands behind his back and I smile inside. It’s a sign that he is already restraining himself.

  I bite my lip and pinch my nipples. Toby’s penis twitches, causing it to bob from left to right. It looks so heavy, a string of pre-cum is dripping for the angry looking head. I squeeze my thighs together at the sight.

  My hands ease down my front, his gold eyes follow the movement closely. When I cup my own sex, his tongue darts out to slide slowly across his full lip.

  “I’m going to drown in that chocolate,” he murmurs almost to himself.

  I want to rush so that he can, but I don’t. He wouldn’t be happy if I rushed this. No, Toby likes me to take my time, when putting on a show for him.

  I do just that, taking my time to work myself slow. It is one thing to experiment with masturbation. It is totally something else, when the man you love teaches you how to pleasure yourself in ways you didn’t know were possible.

  I work a slow burn within. Toby’s eyes seem to glow, as he watches every detail. He is refusing to touch himself. I know it is going to be more than intense, when he’s finally inside of me.

  “Finish it,” he rasps, when my chest starts to heave and my legs shake beneath me. I thought he would never ask, I’m never allowed to cum, before he commands me to, when we do this.

  I used to be so shy about this. At first, I was even insecure. Toby has been so experienced from the beginning. He once reassured me that there were a lot of things he wanted to try and he’d saved them all for me. That helped me to open up to him.

  I turn my back and bend at the waist, assuming the position for a proper finish. I know what’s coming. I work my core, looking over my shoulder to insure he’s going to do what I am waiting for.

  Toby climbs his big body into the shower and steps behind me. He drops to his knees just, as I knew he would. Just as I peak, his mouth is there to drink every drop up.

  Toby does not let me come down from my first trip to bliss. He drinks his fill and begins to lick and rub me to my next onset of pleasure. I claw at the shower wall. I wiggle against his face, greedy for more of what I have missed so much.

  “Yes,” I keen. “Oh, yes.”

  Toby licks from my clit to my tight rin
g, sending me into convulsions. He stands to his feet, pressing his hips to mine. His thick erection slides through my folds. My core clenches in need.

  “Stand,” he commands and I do so without hesitation.

  Toby bends to lick, from the crack of my ass cheeks to the base of my neck. I shiver in his large palms that are holding my waist tightly. Toby murmurs a curse to himself.

  His lips meet my ear. “Your body belongs to me. You belong to me. Tell me who you belong to, Princess.”

  “You, always you,” I pant.

  He slides into me filling me up. I feel like I’ve breathed for the first time in two years. Tears spill over, as he rocks into me slowly. His fingers reach to tangle with mine.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” Toby grunts.

  “Show me,” I taunt.

  Toby tightens his hold and increases his pace. I rock back against him. Wanting more, needing more, it is just not enough.

  “I will love you all my life,” Toby growls, his entire love for me in my ear. He continues to talk dirty in my ear. “You feel how deep I am? My love for you runs deeper than that. Good girl, that’s my baby, take it, take all of it.”

  “Shit, Toby, you feel so good,” I moan.

  Toby is a master at satisfying my body. He brings us both over the edge, but keeps on going, as if neither of us have cum. He crosses our joined arms over my chest, holding me close.

  Pushing pass my own increasing fatigue, I lean back and turn my face up to him. He takes my lips in a punishing kiss. His hips start to really slam into me, I know he’s going to bottom out this time.

  I feel his hot seed fill me and my heavy lids pop open. We’ve never had unprotected sex before. It wasn’t even a thought in my need to have him.

  Totally oblivious to what we just did, Toby snuggles his face into my neck. “I love you too much to lose you again. We’ll figure this out,” Toby whispers against my skin.

  I hold my tongue. I’ll talk to him tomorrow about what just happened. It will be fine, I try to tell myself. It has to be.

  chapter Sixteen

  Our Own Palace

  Kamara

  “Toby,” I giggle and wiggle beneath him.

  “Stay still,” he orders with a smile in his voice.

  “It tickles,” I squeal.

  “Just wait for it,” he grins down at me.

  I look down at my body. The sticky honey is warm. It tickles as it warms my skin. I bite my lip and wait. I know he’s going to bring me more pleasure than I can stand so I hold my breath and wait patiently.

  Toby puts the honey down and reaches for a strawberry. He places it in between his teeth, then dips his head to run the strawberry through the warm honey. I gasp and writhe beneath him.

  He drags it up through the honey on my mound, to the stickiness on my stomach, up throw the thick sweetness warming between my breasts, to my neck. He stops at my mouth, nodding his head in a silent command for me to open.

  My lips part, allowing him to place the honey covered strawberry between my teeth. I bite into the ripe, juicy fruit. Toby dips his tongue into my mouth, reaching for one of my nipples with his hand.

  We tease each other’s mouth with the fruit, licking, tasting, sharing. I arch off the bed into his warm body. Toby pulls back looking down at me with a smile on his lips. I laugh at his red stained, sticky lips, shining back at me.

  “We’re staying in bed to eat for the rest of the week,” he pecks my lips. “You’re so fucking skinny.”

  I look away from him, feeling the sting of his words. “Afafa likes his women more like heifers. I figured he’d find me disgusting,” I whisper.

  Toby pinches my chin between his fingers. He looks me in the eyes, seeming to be penetrating my soul. I hold his gaze, letting him see all of me, revealing all I have not been around to say in the last two years.

  “He doesn’t matter. You belong to me. We’re both going to start taking care of ourselves,” he runs the backs of his fingers over my cheekbone. “I’m a bag of bones too.”

  “You’re not that bad,” I laugh.

  “Babe, all jokes aside, we look like we need rehab,” Toby frowns.

  “Oh, fine, we’ll spend the week in bed, eating ice cream and pancakes,” I lick my lips.

  Toby smirks, dipping his head, rubbing is nose up and down the bridge of mine. I cup the side of his face. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

  “I missed you more,” I say getting a little choked up.

  “Doubt that, but I’ll let you believe it,” he chuckles, moving down my body, to lick at the trail of honey he has left.

  I push my fingers into his hair trying to focus on the words I want to say next. I feel like I’ve missed out on so much, hiding out here all alone. I want to catch up on more than sex.

  “How are your brothers? I was sorry to hear about Felix’s friends,” I say on a gasp, as his tongue teases my belly button.

  “You really want to talk about my brothers, right now?” Toby scoffs.

  I look down and his brow is raised. I shrug and nod. “Yes, I’ve missed so much. You have tattoos and two new scars. I was not there for so much,” I reply.

  Toby huffs and nods. “We all got tats that night of the party. Felix was fucked up, he would’ve been in that car if he hadn’t come to the party that night,” Toby rubs his chin.

  “Oh, my God,” I gasp.

  “He made it through. We were all there for him. Everyone’s good, I guess. We all work at the firm full-time now. I know Dad is happy and pissed about that,” he chuckles.

  “Pissed?” I wrinkle my brows.

  Toby laughs and nips my stomach, tasting more honey off of my skin. When he lifts his head, he looks up at me. That sexy smile sends my heart racing.

  “You do remember my brothers, right? Now imagine all seven of us working together,” Toby says pointedly.

  I burst into laughter. I get what he means right away. It must be a riot in that office. Toby climbs my body, while I laugh at the images that fill my head.

  “I miss that laugh so much. I miss your voice,” he says, in the most sincere whisper.

  “I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much,” I sigh.

  “Yeah, I hear you,” he releases his own sigh and turns onto his back. He looks up at the ceiling. “I think the worse part for me, was not being able to talk to anyone about what was going on with me.”

  “Yeah, I can see that. You are so close with your family. I was lucky to have Kwäzē. There were times when he was so frustrated. I would cry and he would want to comfort me in person,” I think back to the times I didn’t think I would be able to continue without Toby.

  “He really didn’t know where you were?”

  “No. I don’t know, sometimes, Kwäzē seem like he is more loyal to you,” I giggle. “I didn’t trust him not to tell you eventually.”

  Toby falls so silent, I turn my head to look at him. He is staring at the ceiling, with a secretive smile on his lips. I push at his arm and suck in a breath.

  “He told you something,” I accuse.

  “Yesterday, just before I found you on the beach. He told me you were close. He just didn’t know where,” Toby admits.

  “He’s a trader,” I pout.

  “I think we were calling a favor even,” Toby says thoughtfully.

  “Ah, yes. The little Prince and Princess. I am curious about them, but I have to say. I am more curious about how my parents are going to react,” I muse.

  “Hold that thought,” Toby says, leaning to peck my lips.

  I watch as he stands from the bed. His bare ass is still amazing to watch. I lick my lips as I watch him saunter into the bathroom. I listen to him relieve himself. The faucet turns on and my thoughts run with it.

  It is like none of the bull I’ve been running from exists. I am just a woman with her man, enjoying a lazy morning in bed. I decide to shut my brain down and focus on this little bubble we have created.

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p; It’s like we have built our own palace. The only rules are to be happy and get healthy again. Toby’s love keeps me healthy and happy.

  I smile when the bed digs, pulling me back into the here and now. Toby begins to wipe my body down with a warm rag.

  “Do you think your parents are going to freak about the kids?” Toby questions.

  “They might. You know Kwäzē is their golden boy. This can prove to be quite the scandal,” I shrug.

  “I almost didn’t tell him. I was happy to see her looking well. I was a little bitter. She moved on with her life, after your brother. There I stood, still in pain. I thought I owed it to her to let her keep that,” Toby frowns.

  “But you couldn’t. You knew he would want to know. You have always been there for my brother. That’s why he loves you so much,” I smile. “I think he is rooting for us.”

  “My question is, are you rooting for us,” he asks, tossing aside the washcloth.

  I sit up, as he lies back down and puts his hands under his head. I straddle his lap and look him in his eyes. I want to make sure this man never doubts my love for him again.

  “I was thirteen the first time my brother sent pictures of the two of you. You were the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. You had this little secret smile on your lips,” I smile at the memory.

  “My brother talked about you in all his letters. It wasn’t often I would get them, for fear someone would intercept them. I cherished them when they came. I felt like I knew you before I ever stepped foot in America.

  “I had a crush on you before I ever met you. You have owned my heart for longer than I can remember, Toby. Way before I ever saw a picture of you,” I hope that explains to him how long I have loved him.

  Toby moves quickly, flipping me onto my back. I bounce a little against the mattress. Toby kisses me deeply. I cling to his hair holding him to me.

  He only breaks the kiss to reach for a condom. He makes quick work of opening it and sliding it on. I melt into the bed, when he slides into me.

  Toby lifts my legs onto his shoulders. I dig my fingers into the sheets at my sides. If you would have told me, as a little girl I would meet, fall in love, and make love to Toby Black, I would have called you a liar.