Page 136 of Lyric Squared

Obliging, without hesitation, I spread my legs a little wider and bent over until my chest rested on the vanity. I opened for him, ready to accept Keanu into my world for the millionth time. Over the course of our relationship, I’d lost count of how many times we’d made love. But, each time seemed to elevate our love and deepen our connection.

My love for Keanu surpassed anything I’d ever considered. I’d easily live and I’d easily die for this man. What felt so good is that I knew that he’d do the same for me just as easily. He was my twin flame. Our souls were entangled. Keanu was my daily dose of medicine in this fucked up world. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I knew it and so did he.

Our love was unconditional… the kind I’d always wanted and was afraid I’d never find. But, all along, it was right there. It was almost heartwrenching, the fact that I’d been through so much and put my family through so much when the solution to my problem was always right there. Keanu was always right there.

He patted my pussy from behind with his thick tool. I could hear my sliminess as it lubricated his dick. When I couldn’t take any more of his teasing, I reached behind me and wrapped my fingers around his length. He tried to pull away, but he wasn’t quick enough.

“Put that motherfucker in, then,” he said in a low rasp that made my mouth water.

As much as I wanted him to fill the walls of my pussy, I wanted to taste him on my tongue. But, because I still wantedto get to Oat + Olive, I settled for the time being. When we returned, though, I wanted my man as deep down my throat as possible. I wanted to be coughing up balls by the time he finished shoving his dick between my jaws.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm.”

The most divine connection ever made was ours. Keanu fit so perfectly inside of me that it was a difficult task to remove him once he’d gotten comfortable in his cubby. I didn’t mind a bit because whenever we finished, I’d be left with a void that remained until he entered me again. That hollowness was always felt, even if only for a few hours until we collided again.

“Fuck, this pussy wet,” he called out.

With strokes as commanding as his, a body as sexy as his, pockets as deep as his, a love as encompassing as his, and a face as fine as his, I wasn’t sure why Keanu thought my pussy would be anything but soaking wet for him. My mind, heart, soul, and body were in sync, and could all agree that he deserved the waterworks that I gave each time he slid into me.

Death strokes.

Deaf strokes.

I referred to them as both because while he was administering them, the ringing in my ears tuned out everything around me except the words that fell from his lips and the sounds our connection made. And, death to any man’s attempts to pursue anything with me because once I got a whiff of Keanu’s capabilities, they were all dead to me.

With both hands on my waist as he drilled into me, slowly, and methodically, he reminded me of why he’d been the chosen one. The way he commanded things from my body that I didn’t know I had to give was sickening. And, as I watched him watch me in the mirror, I knew that he had plans to extract a little more from me before it was all said and done, tonight.

“Cum on this dick,” he huffed out, filling my walls over and over again.

My climax was near. I could feel it rise from my toes and shoot up my legs.

“Cum inside of me,” I yelled out as I splintered.

There was no doubt in my mind that he would. Keanu never told menoand I’d be damned if he started tonight.

The sonogramon the wall of our home as we exited and entered always sped the beating of my heart and I could vividly remember the sound of our child’s heart just hours before suffering a miscarriage. I still scrubbed my mind for details of that day that I might have missed but there were none.

The eerie feeling of sadness that lingered in the air was the only thing that I recalled. Our first appointment had lightened my mood, but I still felt a dark cloud hanging low. When it all happened, I realized exactly why that cloud was dangling over me for so long.

In addition to the new wall hangings, so much had changed about the home I loved so much. I still visited my house from time to time but mostly used it as a little vacay when Keanu was gone for the day and our home felt too big and too lonely. I also hosted the girls once a month to give Ever a break. After Lucas’ birth, she had a difficult time bouncing back and although I was suffering a loss, I stepped in whenever I could muster the strength.

“We’re so late,” I sighed as I put my watch up to my face.

Though it sparkled brightly in the dimness of the foyer, it was almost pointless. I hated determining the time. So, instead, I opted for my phone.

“Niggas know,” Keanu said to me with a shrug as he fixed the collar of his shirt.

He looked delicious in the black Amiri fit. I had claimed it as my favorite brand to see him strutting in and my baby didn’t take that compliment for granted. He picked up every piece they offered in his size that he imagined I’d love and they offered in black or white. That and Dior were my top two. I loved the way their tees hugged his chest.

“Niggas know what?”

“When your wife is fine as fuck, getting out of the door is a bit complicated,” he explained, checking the mirror one last time before opening the door for me.

“Being as though you don’t have a wife, I’m trying to see how they’d know that,” I teased.

“In two months I will. But that shit sounds better right now. Might as well get used to it.”

“I am,” I admitted as my cheeks rose toward my ears.