Page 29 of Surrender

“I feel that.” I sighed heavily. “I have to come clean to my best friend. She’s gonna curse me out for not telling her anything.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I’d already faced so much judgment from my family. I didn’t want it from my friends too. She’s called me several times on this trip. My inbox is full of unopened texts from her that I can’t bring myself to open. I know she’s seen the pictures, and I know she’s probably hurt.”

“How long have you been friends?”

“Since college.”

“Do you think she would have been there for you?”

“She would have. I can’t say what her mouth would have been like. Myra has always been brutally honest. It’s not in a way that’s meant to hurt your feelings, but more of her telling you what you need to hear. I didn’t want anybody trying to talk me out of my decision or make me second guess myself.”

He looked at me curiously. “Did you ever have second thoughts before we were matched?”

“A few times, I wondered if I was making a mistake. Then I remembered that I asked God for this. I asked Him to bless me with a good man throughout this process and I had to trust that He had me covered. What about you? Did you have second thoughts?”

“For a second, I thought I was jumping the gun a few weeks after my interview. I looked at my bank statement and saw the charge for the services. I sat there thinking, damn, I’m really paying someone to find me a wife. Then, I thought about the process and all it entailed with matching me with someone I was compatible with. Like you, I prayed about it and trusted God. I’d never prayed for a wife before so I trusted that he wouldn’t send anybody that wasn’t for me.”

He looked up at me and stared quietly for the longest time. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but when he smiled, I knew it wasn’t bad.

“How do you feel now… after this week?”

I blushed. “So far, I feel like my prayers have been answered. I can see myself falling hard for you, Jacob. My heart tells me that you may be my greatest love story, and I can’t wait to write these chapters with you.”

Cupping my face, he pulled my head to his and kissed me softly yet ravishingly. His kisses sent a throbbing sensation directly to my middle. My hands slipped under his shirt to pull it off. He did the same with mine and tossed it aside. As we kissed, his fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra.

When he finally got it undone, he pulled the strap from my shoulders and pulled the lacy fabric off. His lips immediately went to my nipples, and my hands went to the back of his head. My head dropped back as he suckled the sensitive buds.

“Jacob…”

I moaned breathlessly as he devoured them for his pleasure as well as mine. His mouth never freed them as he worked his sweats and boxers down over his hips. I was left in nothing but the thong I wore beneath the oversized t-shirt. This fabric did nothing to conceal the feeling of his dick pressed against my mound.

My hips rocked back and forth, causing the most pleasurable friction against the barrier between us. The more I rocked, the harder he became. The harder he became, the wetter my pussy grew for him.

I reached between us and stroked his big, beautiful dick as I continued to feed him my nipples.

“I need you…” I whined helplessly. “Please…”

He pulled my thong aside and lifted me, placing his magnificent rod at my entrance. Mutual moans of satisfaction expelled from our lips as he eased me down onto him. Our eyes connected, and I couldn’t force myself to look away from him as I rode him slowly.

“Shit, Kay…” he grumbled. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

“My wifely duties,” I answered, contracting my muscles. “Oooo… shit!”

“You feel so fucking good to me, baby. You telling me this is all mine?”

I nodded as I gripped the back of his head. “All yours, baby.”

His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them, giving him full access as he thrust into me from below. Lust-filled moans filled the space between us. Everything about this moment was so intense. From the way he filled me with every inch of him to the eye contact. When he looked at me, it was like he was peering into my soul.

I couldn’t take it. I closed my eyes, but the sound of his voice coaxed them to open again.

“Look at me, baby,” he commanded.

I peered down at him. Even though my movements slowed, his never let up.

“Don’t ever close your eyes when I’m making love to you. I need to see you. I need to know without a doubt that I’m pleasing you the way you need to be pleased.”