by Love Belvin
He pulled me into his chest, crushing the lapels of my blazer. His mouth mere centimeters from mine. “You taught me the rhythm of blues, I put you up on the rhyme of love.”
“Oh!” My eyes shot past his nose, into the air. “That’s a song title: Love in Rhythm & Blues.”
“Ha!” His lips were on me.
Tongue in me.
“Congratulations, Wynter!” Mya and Ivie screamed from the boat leaving the pier.
“Good luck with that, Raj!” Van yelled through barreled palms.
Wynter and I laughed as the last of our guests floated away on the boat leaving Mayre Island. Ezra and Young were a few who left on the first one. Ezra had to take his family to catch a flight for their daughter, Lisa-Mare’s, birthday party. They’d be celebrating a day late, but we did get to sing happy birthday to her earlier in their room here at the resort. I had the honor of dressing up in an Elmo costume seeing she had to be in the Florida Keys because of my marriage renewal ceremony. Young and Kennedi had to go, too. They needed to make it back to their kids after being away from them for over a week. Before they flew into Florida, they celebrated their birthdays, which were on the same day, in Croatia. They were there for about a week. Kennedi was stoked about sharing a boat ride with Pastor Carmichael. To her, Ezra was a celebrity. Kennedi grew up a church kid like me. It was crazy the things that excited us.
“Bye, Blue!” Asia’s voice barely carried across the way as she stood near her mother, who was giving heartsy eyes to my cousin.
“Bye, bestie!” Wynter waved back.
And my attention shot down to her. She only paid me half attention as she rolled her eyes. It was partially a joke. I wanted to be Wynter’s only best friend. In my heart, I knew I was, but even hearing her entertain an eight year old was hard for me. But she was one of our flower girls. Asia and one of Van’s daughters.
“If Wanda knew what I do, she’d give my cousin, Monty, the wrong number.”
“She could know what you know and still trip over her feet.” Wynter didn’t even look at me when she said that.
I cracked up. Wanda was one of her bridesmaids. In fact, she had Ivie, Mya, and Kennedi as one, too. Kennedi felt she should have been a groomsman, but Young wasn’t having it. So, Wynter made the split down the middle and made her a bridesmaid. She needed another one anyway to match my four of Arnie, LeRoy, Young, and Leech.
“Bye-bye, sister-in-love!” Arnie waited until the last minute and could hardly be heard from yards away.
“Bye, Arnie!” Wynter screeched. “Can’t wait to get back to you and CoCo!”
He stood, waving next to my pops. Today was a good day. I’d given my girl a legit wedding, complete with an officiant we actually knew. The one who governed over my life—when I walked right. Ezra had been the perfect touch for the day. He brought humor, class, and wisdom to the ceremony that took place at the shoreline. Wynter’s family was present this time. She had cousins from her mother’s side and a few from her father’s. A couple of friends from college came through, too. But no MaMa. She still hadn’t apologized to Wynter, even though Van had been on her to do it since that episode, back in April. Wynter claimed to have been at peace with it. I figured it was only because she’d been distracted.
I invited more of my family to my real wedding. It was a little expensive, but I was so determined to make this a legit day, I went all out. Grandmother McKinnon couldn’t make it because she had just been discharged from the hospital two days ago. But she FaceTime’d Wynter and me this morning and blessed us with a soul-stirring prayer. She hadn’t been well. Since that crazy day at her house, she’d called about details. I told her I wasn’t ready to speak on it. To be honest, I didn’t think she could handle the truth. Her body seemed to be weakening and I didn’t want to add to that.
Myisha came through. It was crazy not having her running around before the ceremony. But when it was over, she walked over to Wynter and me with a humble spirit and a hug for us both. She came alone, but she’d told me a couple of months ago, she and Vanda had decided to give it another go. She also had begun paying her own rent. We hadn’t spoken often, but I was grateful for the place we were in.
And I felt like a real man. Wynter finally had a rightful, authentic wedding and the only thing matching this feeling of accomplishment was the day I put my ring on her finger. We were in Belgium, the second to last stop of the tour. That night, after another long show, we had dinner in our hotel suite. The last course of our meal was her new ring. It was revealed when the waiter lifted the metal slaver cover to a dope cushion cut. It sparkled so bright I had to blink to clear my sleepy eyes. But her response to it fully awakened me. Wynter cried.
The tiny faces on the boat had just about disappeared. And out of nowhere, her frame, mostly in off-white, swung in front of me.
“You ready?” Her smile was just as bright.
Probably another round of teeth whitening…
Wynter had been biding her time with me in L.A. by being in the studio with Young when he was home and hanging out with Kenny. Wynter still used Groupon. She said she’d do it until she died. So while I shot the movie, she did what she had to do, including honing her writing skills. The track she wrote with Diane for Brielle’s album a week before it debuted was number two on the pop charts already, slowly climbing to beat my number one for “The Rhyme of Love.” Her single was number three on the R&B charts, second to the two tracks I’d done with Ezra and Dwayne. Having two songs topping the charts for me had been a first. I guessed the world was like my wife, preferring freaky slick talk, as Wynter called it. Go figure.
“You sure you ready?” I challenged back as I took her around the shoulder to walk back up to the entrance of the property.
“I was born ready for my wedding night, man!”
“Lemme ask you a question.”
“Okay…”
“Why ya peoples call you a freak and nasty?”
“For the same reason you like to!”
I busted out laughing.
Wynter shook her head as we trekked it up a slope. “Seriously. There’s nothing wrong with liking sex. You religious people forbid and shun the beauty of it until marriage. The problem is by the time you make it to your wedding night, a strong, opposing conscience has already been developed and you’re left inhibited. There’s nothing wrong with liking sex. I’ve always liked sex until I got fucked in an open studio nine months ago.”
My brow shot up, waiting on her next move. “And what happened since then.”
“I love it. Can’t get enough of it. Can’t stop thinking about that three-eyed monstaaaa!” she teased, throwing my term back at me.
I shook my head as we turned for the last walkway toward the entrance.
“Where’re we spending Christmas?” I asked her softly. “Jashon said he needs to know to book it soon.”
Plus, we didn’t have long before we’d have to make the “big” decision. Molly had been keeping me updated on the status of the Bearing Love program. They’d been lucky to still have their doors open at this point. But she said she was confident they would close by spring. Wynter and I still hadn’t decided what to do. I had no intentions on pressuring her either. Working on us was hard enough. But I knew she was open to it like I was. If we were going to do it, I’d need as much “honeymoon time” with my wife as possible. She agreed, too.
Wynter’s hidden dimple could be seen as she looked up at me and smiled with her mouth closed.
She winked. “Long Island.”
“New York?” I wanted to laugh.
She hummed her answer. “Uhn-uhn. The Bahamassssss,” she put emphasis on the end.
“Oh.” My brows shot up, remembering the place.
“Yup. That bed and breakfast would be the perfect secluded spot for me and my R&B crooner. No one will hear those velvety chords but me.”
I snorted, considering it. Not that I needed to. I’d do anything she asked.
Quietly, we strolled into the resor
t and made our way to the elevator. I peeped Wynter using the keypad for our ride to the penthouse and dancing lights turned from red to green before the doors closed. On the way up, Wynter backed into me, her head rolled to the right on my chest as she sighed. I thought to text Jashon to remind him about sending those pictures Wynter and I chose for Meks and PawKid exclusively to post on Spilling That Hot Tea. It was something Wynter thought of when we were planning the wedding. We made it a secret event to make the blog seem that much more cutting edge. They could thank Wynter for that; I wasn’t so generous.
My eyes rolled down as I decided and landed on hers, looking up at me. God… I chuckled, stretching my arm to lean on the panel wall. My eyes closed as I tossed my head back, cracking up.
“You ain’t gone take it easy on me, are you?”
She turned seductively against my chest then reached up to lay an innocent kiss on my lips. My eyes relaxed at that; the magic she had over me. I heard a zipping sound and looked down, behind her head. Her hands were moving downward. The car stopped and Wynter backed away. Her lipstick was mostly gone, showing that mole on her lip I liked to focus on when pounding into her. It disappeared behind her teeth and that one hidden dimple appeared. Her eyes sparked with mischief as she stepped backward off the elevator.
There were candles lit all around the entryway—black and white—creating this incredible glow I hoped to live up to tonight. I took two steps to follow her into the suite when her beaded gown fell from her frame. My mouth dropped at the sight of the ivory lace strapless bra and matching panties. Wynter’s eyes locked to mine unsmiling as she stepped outside of the volcano structure.
My God…
Her body was perfect, weight was settled. Wynter lost too much weight in the summer, going too hard on dieting. Before we made it to “vanity central Los Angeles,” I had a hard, but loving talk with her about finding her body’s natural weight and form for a twenty-nine-year-old Wynter. I’d love her either way, but after seeing the pictures of her mother and grandmother, I suggested perhaps she wasn’t supposed to be a size six anymore. Maybe her nine was on target. Surprisingly, she received it well, and went from a restrictive diet to a simple modest one. She resumed her B-Way Burger passion, just not as often and without cheese when she was due to be in my bed that night.
I began my walk out of the elevator, unraveling my bow tie. I was sure to drop it away from a candle. I pushed to close and lock the elevator. When I glanced up again, Wynter was walking toward a big wall. Following her as I undid the buttons of my shirt, I peeped the bedroom behind it. There were black and white candles in there, too.
Wynter kicked off her shoes and climbed the bed. She used her index finger to call me over. She pushed my jacket down my arms then my dress shirt, and put her lips on me. Her tongue twirled in my mouth, making my head do the same. And before I knew it, I was stepping out of my pants and boxers, getting on the bed with her, hungry for her. It had been over a week since I’d had her. Shooting sixteen hour days to make up for taking off these few to renew my vows came at a price of the studio.
But the way she lay me down flat on the bed and mounted me with such focus, told me Wynter worked with a determined mind. She kissed me deep, tongue swept over mine hungrily. Her pussy grinded over my cock with a thin material between us, over and over and over. I lifted my hips, trying to get closer, needing to be inside her. Wynter lifted from me, and all the air in my lungs emptied with disappointment.
She unclipped her bra from the back, watching me again intently. Then she stood over me and pulled down her lace panties too fast, but again with that determined glint in her eyes. But when she shifted backwards and lowered to all fours again, backing her cheeks to my face, my heart pounded. I could smell her before she made it to me, squaring her pussy lips with mine. Before my mouth reached her flesh, Wynter grabbed my dick, her tongue swirling over my head with quick speed.
I took her at the meat of her hips and pushed my tongue in the seam of her pink flesh. Tasting her felt like the first time. Just like then, my heart pounded and breathing turned hard. But now it wasn’t with fear, it was with need. The need to trust her. The need to accept her and have her accept me. The need to please a woman—my wife—physically without the dark memories. The need to know she was here, in the moment with me. My tongue swept around her swollen clit like she liked. I licked the lips of her soaking sex, brushing over her button softly and not with the tip just yet. Wynter liked to be teased. With this girl, I knew I wasn’t taking advantage of her. I knew she wanted me open and hungry for her, because Wynter was always the same with me.
Proof of that was the hand, mouth, and tongue combo she was doing on my raging dick. God, I was about to come if she didn’t slow down. I wanted to ease into this. It was a special night and it had been some time for us. But Wynter showed no mercy as she moaned while licking and fisting me. I could feel my balls tingling. To distract from the growing pleasure, I slapped her cheeks, making them vibrate over my face. Then I sucked her clit between my tongue and lip.
That eased her a little. Her hips tensed around my head, stroking my ego. She felt my work. This time, her moans were from my actions and not hers. But quickly it ended when Wynter shifted off of me, scrambling between my legs and grabbing my throbbing, glistening cock. She pushed me into her mouth, using her one fist to jerk me tightly. Her butt cheeks in the air behind her head had the muscles in my face that were hard from her quick move, softening because the bottom of my feet where heating again. My belly danced on air as she stroked me. Her eyes were on me the whole time and I didn’t catch when that free hand moved so her finger could get near my rectum. She knew better than to go fully inside.
Oh, no…
I almost choked on my spit when it quickly developed a rhythm in a sensitive spot. The same one her tongue found in February and rubbed and rubbed. My legs arched her, wanted to fit more of my cock into that hot mouth of hers, but I knew better. The Apa was no fun to deep throat.
This was moving too fast. For one, Wynter hadn’t done this since I told her never again. And two, she was moving again at a determined speed. I couldn’t keep from losing my mind unless I pushed her off of me, and I wasn’t doing that. My body wouldn’t have it. I knew when I found myself rocking to the rhythm she set. I watched my cock push up and down her little hand and her mouth trying to fit over the head. I felt her tongue roll over and over it, pushing down on the bar. Her finger buffing that spot beneath, making me feel uncomfortable and incredible at the same time.
God, being with this woman pushed me out of my comfort zone. Leaving her to her own devises left me so vulnerable. And as my balls contracted and hot seeds jetted into her mouth, I knew I couldn’t get off this ride. Ever. I knew there was no one else I’d trust in my driver’s seat but Wynter Haile Blue-McKinnon.
I came. Blew so hard into her mouth with my legs shaking like crazy around her. In the span of seconds, I was terrified, elated, excited, angry, and decided. Decidedly hers. Through low lids I looked down at her. Wynter smiled devilishly with her eyes. And as she kept stroking me into my sensitive zone, her head lifted, and she formed an O with her mouth. I almost lost my mind when I saw my cum collected in her mouth then watched her swallow it all in two gulps.
My head fell back on the bed and eyes closed tight.
“Blue!” I groaned, angry all over again.
I felt her crawling up my body before I heard her. She kissed my lips.
“Yeah?” I could hear her confidence waning in that one word.
“Didn’t we talk about that?”
“What? Your sensitive spot down there?” She sounded like a kid and I felt guilt on top of embarrassment.
“Yeah.”
“Yes. I know, but…” her tone turned pleading as she wrapped herself around me. “I have a secret.”
My eyes opened at that. “What?”
“I’ve been dying to get you here. To this day and night.”
“Why?”
“Because a
year ago tonight,” her voice cracked. Don’t cry either! That would have been turning everything back on me. It was enough that my wife had my legs shaking in the air on our wedding night. “…you left me in here by myself. That hurt my feelings so bad.”
I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn’t see. My head went back to that night and how messed up I was. I had no idea how she spent that night, neither did I care. But tonight was totally different. She was mine for real.
“I’m sorry.”
She sniffled. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t, but I appreciated her generosity.
“But what’s that gotta do with you doing what you just did?”
“To make you see what you were missing.”
I fought to not laugh. Instead, I lifted her head to look into her eyes. “It’s not like you would’ve done that a year ago, girl.”
Wynter blinked innocently, I could tell this was a real issue for her. “You don’t know what I would’ve done.”
This time, I did laugh. “I didn’t even think you liked me.”
“I didn’t. Couldn’t stand your arrogant ass. That’s why I like the fantasy of bringing you up here and blowing your fucking mind.” Her conceited smile returned.
“I think you just did.” I pulled her up for another kiss.
“I know.” Her shoulders lifted with excitement as she smiled big in my face.
I patted her soft booty. “Now give me like fifteen minutes and I’ll return the favor. I’ll even join in on your fantasy about what could have gone down that night if we didn’t hate each other.”
“Yessssss!” she cheered. “Then my next trick.”
“No. Then it’s my turn to love you the way you deserved to be. We’ve got a lifetime for you to make me lose my blessed mind.”
I sighed, meaning that literally. This woman was my game changer, divinely assigned.