Page 109 of Falling Back to You

“Fancy, stop.” Ozzie’s voice was strained.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. You know that, right?” Fancy squeezed my hand, her expression sincere, like our remaining on good terms was important to her.

“It’s fine,” I said.

“Don’t say that if it’s not.”

“Have you ever known me to say shit I don’t mean?”

“No.”

“So like I said, we’re fine.”

“Fancy, do you wanna come check out the living plant wall up front?” Edison asked. “I think I wanna do something similar at Figs and Twine.” My brother and Fancy exited the booth and made their way to the front of the restaurant. She was wrapped around his arm, all teeth and gums. Her steps had a bounce to them, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“If you ever tell her this, I’ll punch you in the face. But sometimes I wish I could be more like Fancy,” I said.

“How so?” Oz asked.

“Open and carefree. I ain’t got it in me.”

“Hey, look at me.” I did as instructed, staring into his eyes. “It’s you and me. I like you just the way you are… even when threatened with physical violence.”

Fidgeting in my seat, I asked, “Why’d you stop Fancy when she was talking about weddings and babies?”

“Because we’re not there yet. And that’s okay, because where we are is just as good.”

My eyes dropped to the table. “Do you want that… more babies?”

Oz hooked my chin, tilting it up until we were once again at eye level. “I want what you want.”

During my time in the PPD group I was required to attend after being released from the hospital I’d learned that if you suffered once, you’d most likely experience something similar with future pregnancies. It was drilled into my brain that if I ever got pregnant again, it was important to work with my doctor and come up with a plan. I didn’t know if kids were in our future, but I did know we’d be smarter this go-round.

I caressed his forearm. “I wanna make you happy.”

“That’s already done. You and I are like nobody else, and what we have is special because it’s ours. We’ve got an eternity to figure this shit out.”

The thought of forever with Ozzie settled warm in my belly. “Come closer. I wanna tell you a secret.” Oz slid over until I was practically in his lap. I brushed my hand over his beard before feathering my fingers across his lips. “I love you, Ozzie.”

His face went slack, and his eyes turned misty. “I already knew that.” He pulled me into a kiss, just me and him as the world melted away.

We tripped over the entrance to my house as we attempted to kiss and remove each other’s clothing at the same time. Ozzie hoisted me over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time. When he set me on my feet in my bedroom, I immediately reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it. Ozzie toed off his shoes, and his pants and boxers quickly followed them on the floor. Dropping to my knees, I wasted no time wrapping my mouth around him. Looking up, I was delighted to witness the satisfied look on his face.

“My beautiful girl.” He stroked my cheek because he loved how it felt as his dick pressed against the sides of my mouth. “You have a velvet throat.” His massive hands collected my locs into a ponytail. This allowed him to witness the action and control the speed.

Sex with Ozzie felt forbidden. Maybe it was because we’d spent the better part of a year sneaking around. Or perhaps Oz made it illicit, decadent, and sinful. Some women wanted to be treated like a princess, to be worshipped during sex. I was the opposite, preferring to be defiled, used, and drained of my resources. Ozzie treated me like his equal, and when he fucked me, he never held back.

“Stay right there. Don’t you move,” he ordered me, and I complied as he fucked my mouth deeper and deeper. When he finally allowed me to breathe, I gasped for air. He spun me around and pushed me to the mattress, and I arched my ass up as I sank into the bed and he slid inside my pussy, filling me up. Did I mention Oz was six foot five and three hundred and thirty pounds? Clutching the bedsheets, I moaned loudly. He knew how to make my body come alive, sparking every nerve, lighting my insides up.

“Fuck that pussy, Oz. Fuck it up.” He knew my body so well that he could make this pussy purr in minutes. But it was clear from his precise strokes that he wanted to take his time. Oz propped his foot on the bed frame and drove deep, causing my ass to reverberate from the impact. It was a warning shot, letting me know playtime was over. All I could do was hold on and receive every mind-numbing stroke. At one point the thrusts were so intense that I started to inch away from him. Ozzie was having none of it: he slapped my ass and quickly grabbed my arms, holding them behind my back.

“This is what you wanted, darling,” he said. “Look at me.” It wasn’t a suggestion but a command.

I reclaimed my focus and locked in on his eyes.

“Don’t run from it, Dial. Work that fat ass.”

I was no punk, so I threw my ass back, showing him how well I could take the dick.