Page 20 of Book Bae

He pressed again, and though he took his time, he eventually found his way into me. He settled there for a few seconds before he moved. The pads of my fingers pressed deep against his chest as I inhaled and exhaled slowly several times. Micaiah let me become acclimated to his body as he familiarized himself with mine.

Once the pain and discomfort subsided, I moved with him in grace and ease. My body welcomed his, relished the feeling of the fullness he gave me, the way he moved inside of me, and how he caused us to become one.

My hands caressed the surface of his muscular back and traced the outline of the lines of a map on his back. He kissed my neck and shoulders, and I kissed his face. He sucked my breasts, and I kneaded his ass. He thoroughly made love to my body, even pulling out to suck my toes and eat my pussy again.

When I climaxed, each time, it was like no pleasure I had ever known. An orgasm at the hands of a man was so supreme and surpassed any orgasm I could find with my hands or a dildo. After my fourth orgasm, he finally released as well.

I spent the night with him, and he made love to me two more times throughout the night, and then again when I woke up the next morning.

“You’re not gonna stay for breakfast?” he asked after I washed up.

“No. I had better head out. I have a flight to catch soon.”

“How about if I arrange for you to stay another night? Would you?”

My heart danced in my chest. “As much as I would love that, Micaiah, I have to get back to my business. I’m sure you have a life to get back to, also. The longer I stay, the harder it’ll be for me to leave. I want this dream to remain the fairy tale it was meant to be.”

“Every fairy tale has happy endings.”

“This one does too. Maybe not in the usual way, but it does. Go home where you belong, Micaiah. Thank you for this. I will always remember you.”

I took in his beautiful, cocoa-colored skin again, and I licked my lips. I had chosen the perfect specimen to give my virginity to. He was thoughtful, selfless, sacrificing, intelligent, and fine as hell.

“Let me grab my phone so that I can walk you out.” He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on along with a T-shirt. He slid his feet into a pair of slides and followed me.

When we got to the door, I placed a hand against his chest. “You don’t have to walk me back down.”

“Let me. This wasn’t a booty call, so let’s not treat it like that.”

“No. I don’t want that. You gave me everything I wanted and so much more. Let this be goodbye. Please,” I replied.

He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me slowly, deeply, and passionately.

“I pray that you never forget me, that you might even look me up one day. You’re an unforgettable woman, Myraj, and I know I’ll never lose the memory of you, even if I get Alzheimer’s when I get older.”

I laughed and replied, “I could never forget you. You’ve tatted your name and your heart on my soul, Micaiah. I will always treasure and remember what you’ve done for me, what you gave me—always remember you.”

I turned and walked away and then stopped in the hallway and walked back to him again.

“Micaiah?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being a gentleman.”

“Make no mistake about it, sweetheart. I’m not a gentleman.”

“You were gentle with me last night—with my emotions, my heart, and even my body.”

“Everyone deserves to have one fairy-tale night in their life.”

He kissed me again, and then I turned and left. I would always treasure what we had in my heart, but I knew that I couldn’t take him back to my real life. I was afraid that the reality of Micaiah in true life would shatter my heart—he was simply too good to be true, or maybe I was still making excuses.

(JUNE) FOUR MONTHS LATER

“Myraj, once I finish with this ultrasound that will complete your examination today,” Dr. Cotton, my reproductive endocrinologist, announced.

“Okay,” I replied nervously.