Youngblood

Two years later…. Rachel             Why can’t I move?  I looked around the dark empty room at the thick curtain of darkness.  I took a half of step forward as I felt my way around trying to figure out where I was.  I couldn’t tell which direction I was going or if anything was in front of me.  I couldn’t feel anything but darkness and alone.  The only thing I could do was inch forward.              I froze at the sound of someone or something shifting around in the dark behind me.  I turned around and faced that direction making it stop.  For some odd reason, I wasn’t scared at all. I lifted my head and stared straight ahead.      “Hello?”  I called to the darkness.  “Feel me and find me.”  Answered a familiar voice just a few feet ahead of me.  The calmness in his voice soothed and relaxed me yet intrigued me with excitement.  My body shivered at his prurient vibes.  My smile accepted him and led me to eagerly yet cautiously feel my way through the cavernous curtain of darkness.  “Can you see me?”  I asked.  “I don’t have to see you to know where you are baby.”  “Yeah but, can you see me Mario?”  I asked again trying to feel for him as I cautiously stepped in the direction of him.  “Yes, I can see you.”  I took another step towards him before he gently grabbed my hand.  He gently pulled me towards him hugging me.  All I could do was melt into the love of my life.  “You can see me, but I can’t see you?”  I asked smiling into the dark at him.  That’s when he flicked on the light blinding me.  I quickly buried my face against his bare chest as my eyes adjusted to the light.  “My bad, baby.”  “It’s okay.”  “Can you see me now?” The first thing that came into focus was that fire breathing dragon tattooed on his arm. I stepped back and looked up into those beautiful, hazel eyes of his, showering his love and affection on me through his stare.  I looked around our room and realize I was in his house in California.  My eyes then returned to Mario making me smile again.  I couldn’t help but notice he was naked.  I stood there observing this beautiful gift of a man standing before me.  “Yeah,” I answered as my hands reached for his tight abs.  “I see you.”  My eyes couldn’t help but drop down to his oversized erection pointing at me.  “I see all of you.”  I said making him laugh.  I smiled at him as he lifted my jersey over my head letting out my breasts.  “Bae, the kids are going to burst in here.”  I whispered as I watched him kneel in front of me.  He pulled my underwear down as I nervously watched the door.  “Baby they’re asleep.”  I couldn’t help but gasp as his cool tongue gently parted my ways.             “Your kids don’t sleep.”  I moaned holding onto his shoulders.  He looked up at me annoyed.  “Your kids are asleep, and we are going to f**k until one of them wakes up and comes knocking on the door.”  I watched him flick the lock on the door locking it.  He looked back at me.  “Is that okay with you?”  I nodded my head making him throw my leg over his shoulder.             His tongue resumed its swim in my sea making me close my eyes.  I lost myself in his appetite letting my hips bounce and roll against his face.  I felt myself about to explode so I tried to push away from him to get him to stop. That made him pull me closer to him and hold me by my thighs.  In my struggled to stop him I lost my balance and fell backwards.  I couldn’t help but scream as I tried to stop myself from falling.  That’s when I froze about an inch from the ground.  I looked back at my hands on the ground holding me up and then at Mario still kneeling in front of me holding my thighs in the air.  He smirked at me and shoved his titanic into my ocean making me moan out in mercy. He took my wrist and pulled me into him, so I was hugging him.  “You really thought I was going to let you fall?”  He asked standing up with me. I wrapped my legs around his skinny waist letting him carry me to our bed.             “You were a little busy.”  He smiled at me again.  My lust for this man made me pull his face to mine and kiss his inner core.  I felt his erection grow more inside me against my calm waves.  I felt his massive bomb throbbing inside me letting me know he was getting ready to detonate.  He immediately tried to pull away from me.  I grabbed his face and began kissing and licking my juices off his face making him moan and squeeze my thighs through my slow thrusts.  He startled me by pushing my hips away from him onto the bed holding them to the bed.  I watched him stared down at me trying to recompose himself.  I glanced at his over pressed drenched erection which was about to explode any minute now.  I wanted to drive him as insane as he made me, so, I pushed his hand making him collapse on top of me.  Before he could do anything, I wrapped my legs around him and rolled on top of him sliding my hungry drenched lips over his ship once again.  He moaned out in lust allowing me to surf his frantic waves.   I held onto him letting my breast bounce against his lips.  That’s when he inhaled my n****e paralyzing me in a state of euphoria. I melted into him inviting him to roll on top of me.  All I could do was surrender at his mercy, making him pound every ounce of love and affection he could inside me.  Each stroke intensified my moans into a soft scream.  He stared deep into my eyes as we erupted into each other.  Never ever would I forget his face of satisfaction as he leaned over me still paralyzed.  I finally reached up and touched his face making him melt into me.  I shivered watching him kiss my fingers.  He glanced at me and smiled.  With a smile as perfect as his how could I not smile back?             “Stay with me please.”  I begged making his smile disappear for a moment.  “Where would I go?”  He asked watching my face.  “I don’t know.  Just don’t leave me.”  He reached down and kissed me.  “Never would I leave the love of my life, my future wife, the mother of my kids, my best friend, my world.”  I couldn’t help but smile.  “Mommy?” Maryah called from the other side of the door making us look at it.              I sat up in my bed and looked around the empty room. “Baby?”  I called looking under the bed and in the closet.   I looked around the room and realized I was in Saint Petersburg and not California.  I looked down at my jersey and underwear as I felt my heart rip out my chest.                        “Mario?”  I called standing in the middle of the room looking around one last time.  I felt my tears beginning to overwhelm me. “Baby please come back.”  I begged. I stood there waiting for him to come back and he didn’t.  My disappointment dropped my head.  Sharp pains stabbed through my chest causing my deep hyperventilation.   My room blurred me out and I was back into the darkness.   I felt my knees beginning to wobble from my unbearable sadness.             “Mommy.”  Maryah cried from the other side of the door.  I stood there listening to her cry for a moment before I realized that was my child calling me.  I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away.  I unsteadily made my way to the door and opened it to see our two-year-old daughter standing there crying.  I picked her up and closed the door behind me.  I walked over to the bed and sat in the middle holding and kissing her as she calmed down. My tears ran like a leaky faucet into Maryah’s thick brown hair. I sat there holding her until she drifted back to sleep and me back into my punitive reality.  Mario, Maryah’s father was dead along with her would be now seven-year-old twin brothers.  They were buried in California, but they haunted me everywhere I went.  I would give my life just to be able to hug them all once again.  But I couldn’t.  Instead of hugging three of my kids, I had to settle for hugging one of them.  That was an unbearable pill to swallow.  I laid there dying in my moment of agonizing tragic.  Each time I died my daughter shifted and hugged me, which brought me back to life.  The reminder of her brothers’ death crucified me.  The thought of leaving her alone with no one sent me to hell to burn for all eternity.  For her I needed to hold on.  My baby didn’t deserve to lose her father and brothers.  That was beyond my control.  But she also did not deserve to be here alone. That I could control.  So, I had to hold on just for her.  So, I laid there holding my baby girl trying my hardest not to die all over again.