Page 6 of R&B Mixtape

“How did… how did you know what room I was in?”

“We can talk inside. If you don’t trust me, let me know and I’ll give you your space.”

She gave my hand a squeeze and reassured me with, “Cam, you’re the only person I trust more than myself.”

Bringing her hand to my lips, I kissed the back of it before inserting the key. Walking inside, she saw that my luggage sat next to hers. She released the grip and turned to face me.

“Why are your belongings in my room? What is going on, Camden?”

“I orchestrated this weekend for you and Mya. She’s been letting me know about your progress and growth since I’ve been gone. Although you never let me go, you matured in other areas.”

“Wait, she knew where you were the entire time?” I could see she was getting upset but Mya was paid a hefty amount to keep quiet and also make sure they were comfortable.

“She did but it was for a good reason. You are the woman I have been waiting to get back to.”

“You keep saying that but if I was the chosen one then why did you leave me in the first place?”

“I had no other choice. It was either you or my family and if I chose you then my family would suffer. I did what was necessary.”

“You could’ve just told me that. I would’ve understood.”

“You wouldn’t have. You would’ve suggested different ways for us to work and they all would’ve shared the same ending result of heartbreak. We were inseparable back then and it madesense not to say anything. That way you could move on and build a dislike for me.”

“Well, not saying anything did the complete opposite. It paused time for me. I may have grown up, but my heart remained in the era of us. You made me fall in love with you and then you ran off. That damn near killed me, Cam, but I’m still here loving the fact that you called me yours. You made a decision for us when you had no right to do so.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I thought I was doing what was best.”

“The only thing that was and still is best for me is you. Why can’t you see that? I’m content when you’re around. I feel safer when I know you’re here to protect me. I?—”

I cut her off by rushing and planting another kiss on her lips. I didn’t know how to make things right between us, but I knew making love was a start. If I could show her how much she still had a nigga going crazy, then maybe she would allow me to right my wrongs.

“I love you, Low, allow me to do that… please.” She nodded and I took the lead.

The skintight dress was unzipped and removed from her body leaving the matching undergarment set against her frame. Black was her color and the way it complimented her curves would always be a plus.

After guiding her to the bed, she laid flat on her back and let me do me. I stripped down to match her bareness. I could smell her pheromones radiating from her body as I got on my knees and inched my way to her center. The taste of her was never forgotten. She always released a sweet nectar, and I hadn’t been able to enjoy it in over five years. I was feenin’ for the savory taste again.

Slowly sliding her panties off, her pearl was exposed. I hadn’t had the pleasure of eyeing such a view in a while, and it was stillbeautiful as ever. Her pussy could make a nigga go insane if he wasn’t careful. My lips met hers and the French kiss began.

With each stroke, her moans became louder. She was laying back enjoying the attention while I was enjoying the warm fluids that slowly leaked. I was taking my time because Harlow had always been a delicate flower. That rough touch wasn’t her speed and to gain an unforgettable experience with her, a slow pace was required.

My tongue maneuvered in and out of her entrance with precision. The latch onto her clit wasn’t too much and the soft massaging of her walls brought her to a new height. I was making up for the lost time of us not being able to have this on a regular. She hadn’t been sexually active since me and I appreciated her for waiting.

As I tended to her honey pot, she softly applied pressure to the back of my neck. She tried to push me in further which let me know she was ready for penetration. I picked up the pace so that she could release her first orgasm.

It was only matter of time before I could receive the high in demand creamy substance. Her breathing had become unstable, and I was no longer the one in charge. My face was ridden as she rode the wave she was on. I was satisfied when the nutrients I was looking for were finally against my tongue.

“Wow! That was…”

“Only the beginning,” I finished off her faded sentence.

Hovering over her body, she kept the eye contact that was established. She knew I was a man that preferred to be looked at as I made you cum on my dick. I loved the face she made when I went too deep or when I hit that shit just right. Missionary was made for her.

Another kiss was shared with her engaging in the residue of her juices. She would always ask for me to keep some of her on my tongue so she can see how well she tasted. That wassomething I would never get out my head. She was such an innocent being outside of the bedroom but got nasty while in it.

Guiding me to her warm canal, I inched my way inside of her. I had to get my mind right so that I didn’t prematurely let off. Time had made me yearn for her touch again and now that I had it, I was honestly overwhelmed. I expected her to reject me, but I was still granted access to her in every way. I couldn’t rush the moment because she was worth the slow build.

Once fully inside, I took a minute to let it set in. I was back inside the woman I loved, and this time felt better than any time I could remember. She had matured and her pussy was no longer that of a teenage girl. She purred like a grown woman and held a grip on me that was lethal. She wasn’t trying to let me go anywhere anytime soon.