"I'm gonna keep it real
How you make me feel
Boy you give me chills, baby
I'm gonna break it down
You just drive me wild
Whenever you're around
You know how I do
And you know how I flow
Can I get your name and number
Cause I like your steelo
And I dig the way you move
And the way you do your thing
Baby you can bring it on
You can swing it this way…"
702 – "Steelo"
Califia found N'Jobu standing by the luggage carousel with his rollaway bag in his hand. He took off his dark glasses when he saw her and tucked them on the front of his shirt. She threw her arms around his neck and he lifted her up so her lips could press into his, and their mouths took no time trying to reacquaint themselves. Tongues and lips clashed and dueled for supremacy, and when she wrapped her legs around him, they must've been a sight for onlookers.
Without a word, N'Jobu clasped her hand and they walked out of the airport. She guided him to the Blazer in the open parking lot, and before they got into the car, their mouths were at it again. She hopped up on him once more, wrapping her legs back around his waist. His hands dipped under her skirt to hold her by her ass cheeks.
"Can you feel me?" he asked as he gently bounced her against his growing erection. The parking lot was well-lit, and there were other people heading to their cars, but they were sandwiched between the Blazer driver side door and an SUV. He must've seen the ravenous need in her eyes because his Adam's apple bobbed when he gazed at her expression.
"You have that pussy ready for me, girl?'
She could barely nod before his fingers were feeling her panties.
"Oh damn," he gasped. He glanced around and for a moment she thought he was going to take her right there in the parking lot.
"Let's get home," he said putting her down.
She climbed in behind the wheel as he tossed his bag in the back and hopped into the passenger side.
They didn't speak a word on the way home. Occasionally his hand would reach out and stroke her neck, cheek, or brush against her right breast trying to tweak her nipple. She caught him grabbing and tugging on his dick a few times and she did her damndest to keep within the speed limit.
When she got them safely back to their parking spot next to their home, he wasted no time kissing her again once she turned off the ignition. Lips smacking and hands groping one another, Califia broke away for a second while his mouth traveled up and down her neck.
"My father is still up watching Erik while he sleeps. It may take some time before he leaves."
"It's okay," he said squeezing her thigh, "get in the backseat."
They jumped in the back together and he was already pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
"Take that off," he said eyeing her skirt as she opened her blouse and unfastened her bra for him. Panties and skirt fell away and it all became N'Jobu's world when he lifted her up and made her slide down on his cock. She noticed that he had completely shaved his privates. She had stopped waxing before and after the birth of Erik but trimmed herself down enough to revel in the sensation of near skin on skin contact between them.
She was barely sitting on his balls when he began lifting her up and down, his hands palming her cheeks and forcing her to take his entire length in one fell swoop. There was nothing gradual or friendly about his fucking. She held onto him listening to the noises her wet slit made going up and down on his erection.
"You're so hard," she gasped trying to control her breath. She shifted her knees on the car seat for better balance but it didn't matter because he was making the pace fast and hard. She was being slammed onto his sack. His lap was damp with her slick and she could feel her pussy getting slicker. The only sound coming from him were occasional grunts and the Wakandan words he used that sounded angry and rough slipping through his lips. He was loud too, and she was concerned that maybe the neighbors or her father would hear him.
He pushed her back away from him so he could look at her breasts for a bit. His face looked angry, caught up in some heated configuration, and it excited her more. Goddamn, his dick was hard as fuck, a rigid pole that her pussy was servicing at a brisk pace. She was panting and sweating and trying to hang on to his neck but he was banging the fuck out of her like he wanted to split her in half. He was in a zone that she wasn't a part of, a self-centered need to have her that ignored her clit and nipples and her erogenous zones that he normally liked to play with. She was simply a vessel for his pleasure right now and she was cool with that, her engorged clit on the cusp of getting the friction it needed to burst. When her lower back became tense and she felt that familiar tingle coming down, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"You better not cum," he said.
"Hmmm…bay-bee—" she whined.
"I said don't cum."
He resumed beating up her folds, thrusting his hips up with fierce determination, his fingers still threaded through her hair holding her head in place. His eyes were on hers, daring her to defy him. She bit her lip and shifted her hips back so her clit received less friction from him. But he was so big, his girth tugging on her swollen inner folds forcing the bottom of her clit to be rubbed against his cock anyway. He knew this and demanding that she not cum was his tortuous way of dominating her, forcing her to submit for his pleasure. He latched onto her right nipple with his lips and suckled it before biting down hard. She cried out from the dark delicious pain it gave her and she felt his teeth release the nipple and do the same to the other. His dick felt even harder now from hearing her shout. He pressed her body close to him again and his lips and teeth found her shoulder where he nipped at her again and again.
Her hands went up and pushed against the roof of the Blazer. The windows were fogged up and it was like a sauna in the backseat with him. She swooned at the loud clicks and utterances of his language filling up the car… until he seized up.
He was cumming and yelling at the same time and she could feel and hear a rage in his voice and she knew his semen was full of that thick hot anger as it was pumped into her. He shook while gripping her and his hard gasps for air were severe. She was still keyed up, ready to cum just by a single word from him. But he would make her wait, guaranteeing a more shattering release from her later. She held him tight as he came down from his orgasm.
He was still semi-erect when he pulled out of her and her thighs and legs were already sore from staying in one position for so long.
"You're going to cum in our bed," he said, his voice a harsh whisper.
He slapped her vulva and she moaned a bit, pushing his hand away. She pulled on her skirt and wet panties then fixed her bra and blouse.
When they stepped out of the car, Califia was embarrassed to see James' car across from them in a guest parking spot. He probably heard them. She pulled down the back of her skirt to straighten it and N'Jobu slapped her ass not even caring that James was there watching. N'Jobu gave him a thumbs up signal and James started his car and drove away.
"Do I look okay?" she asked.
"You look fine," he said.
"Ohmigod, zip up your zipper, I can't have my Dad knowing we just got done fucking in the car!"
N'Jobu fixed his pants while Califia took her house key and placed it up towards the front door. Before she could do anything, Dante opened it. Erik was in his arms and somewhat awake.
"Baba!" Erik yelled, sleep still hovering around his drowsy eyes.
"Unyana wam," N'Jobu said taking Erik from Dante and hugging him.
N'Jobu kissed all over Erik's face and their son had the biggest smile on his lips.
"Thank you for watching him, Daddy," Califia said.
"I'll be on my way," Dante said after taking one look at Califia's face.
"Drive safe," N'Jobu said. Dante patted him on the shoulder as he left.
Califia followed N'Jobu upstairs while carrying his travel bag. She shoved it inside their bedroom closet. N'Jobu sat down on their bed with Erik still in his arms. Their son looked tired like he had been fighting to stay awake for this moment.
"Go to sleep, my Son. I will be here when you wake up."
Erik clung to N'Jobu, his left hand patting his father's face. N'Jobu took Erik's fingers and kissed them, rocking him on his lap until Erik's eyes fell shut.
"I'll get some more pillows so he can sleep here with us," she said heading for the hall linen closet.
"I'll put him in his room. I'm not done with you yet," N'Jobu said.
Califia's breath caught in her throat as she watched her man stroll out of their bedroom carrying their son. She went to the bathroom to relieve herself then stripped out of her clothes and waited on the bed for him.
She heard N'Jobu singing to Erik in his room and her heartfelt protected now that he was back in their home. He wasn't due back for work until Wednesday, so they had the next two days to themselves as a family again.
Lying on her back she found herself nodding off until she heard N'Jobu going into the bathroom. He took a fast shower and when he came back into the room, he was naked and still a bit damp from cleaning himself up. With his dick swinging, he stepped to the edge of the bed.
"Come here," he said and she crawled over to him until she was on her haunches in front of him. He reached down and played with her breasts.
"I hate being away from you," he said pinching her nipples. There was a hardness in his voice. He was talking to her, but his tone was meant for someone else.
He reached down between her legs and circled two fingers around her soft wet center. She widened her legs.
"You know how to keep this pussy ready for me. That pleases me."
When he pinched her clit, she hissed and closed her eyes.
"Don't worry my love, I will give you all that you need. But I still want more from you just for myself. Lay back."
She fell back on the bed and kept her legs spread open for him. He stroked himself, and for a long time, he just stared at her face and body, playing with himself even when his cock was already a rigid brutal thing in his hand. He flicked his thumb over the head of his dick for a bit more as he stared at her clit ring.
"You have complete control over me," he said dropping his knees on the bed, his heavy erection hovering above her opening. His hands became fists and he placed them down near her shoulders, his lips inches from her face.
"I try my best to dominate you girl, but no matter what I do, you make me weak in the end. Put me inside you…now."
She reached down and guided his bulbous head to her entrance and when she wiggled her hips and felt the tugging on her clit, she released a deep groan.
"That clit is so ready, huh?"
She nodded and a pitiful sound came out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry, baby. Daddy needs his first again," he said pumping in and out of her.
"I want to cum," she begged.
"No," he said running his tongue in her ear.
"Jobu…please…I can't hold on—"
"You will," he said grabbing his dick and pressing down on it so that he didn't rub under her clit. It didn't help, she could still feel the tight pulling from her labia.
"I love fucking you so much, girl. You get my dick like ironwood."
He stared down at her pussy and Califia could feel her body wearing down from his teasing.
"I'm going deep now. Look at my balls…just all up in there…fuck."
She felt moisture rolling from the corners of her eyes.
"This is my pussy…right?"
She could barely focus on his words trying so hard not to cum. When she didn't answer him right away, his voice became a low growl.
"This is still my pussy, right? You haven't been fucking someone else when I've been gone have you?"
She shifted her hips and widened her thighs, pointing her toes up and panting.
"No, I haven't," she answered. His face became smug and she knew he was going to drag her lack of orgasm out to a painful length of time while he nutted when he wanted to. One thing she knew about N'Jobu, he was confident in most things but became unsettled when it came to her and other men hovering around her. Just a hint of interest thrown her way made him react with a quiet fury. She would use that to throw him off and get what she wanted.
"But there is this new guy taking my father's class that is sniffing after me. And he's good-looking too."
She felt N'Jobu's stroke game stagger after hearing that.
"He likes watching me stretch when I warm up to teach my class. Tina says it's because my tits bounce when I warm up."
N'Jobu's eyes were closed and he was thrusting in slower and she felt her clit rubbing against his smooth groin when she twisted her ankles together locking his hips against hers. He raised up and she tried holding him down with her legs.
"They do bounce hard when I move around—"
His hand went around her throat.
"Shut your mouth," he demanded.
"He watches me real close when I feed Erik—"
"What did I tell you about that? I don't want random dudes watching you when you feed my son—"
His dick was so stiff and she felt stretched out completely from him.
"I know he thinks about sucking on my titties—"
"Why must you… always… provoke me like this…fucking shameless…just take all this…take it…," he groaned lifting her legs higher and sinking in as far as he could go.
"Yeah, just like that Jobu," she gasped tugging on her own nipples and watching his face. When he realized what she had done, it was too late, and he couldn't stop her. He had teased her and played in her folds long enough for her not to have some pleasure.
"Califia, dammit…you better not cum on this dick…!" His head dropped forward and his eyes were on her rebellious pussy lips before returning to her face. The heat in his eyes lit the flame in her.
"Be still!" he commanded.
"Fuck me!" she screamed at him and then her legs spasmed on their own as she came on him. He kept still as her body jerked on and around him.
"Stop moving!" he shouted trying to pry her legs open from around his waist.
"I can't!" she yelled back at him as her walls throbbed. She whimpered as the waves of pleasure continued to ripple over her and through her. She had no power over her own limbs.
"Shit, girl!" he said as his body gave in and she felt him swell and pulse, his semen spilling deep within.
"You're so deep!"
"Yesss—"
He fell on her still pumping his hips.
"You hard-headed bitch. I'm going to spank the shit out of you for that," he said.
He lifted up and kissed her hard on the mouth and she sucked on his tongue.
When he found a belt that he liked from his side of the closet, he made her stand up near the bed and grab her ankles. He laid into her and she took the punishment, the scorching heat from his hits made her body hum with pleasure. He shifted her onto his lap, and when he decided that she had enough spanking, he stroked his cock against her ass and came all over her back.
He spent the rest of the night between her legs catering to her with his tongue as he promised.
Daddy was home.
###
Califia woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs.
She stretched and looked at her bedside clock. Eleven in the morning. She could hear Erik squealing from downstairs. It had been so long since she had been able to sleep in and she was grateful to N'Jobu for the long slumber. She felt sexually sated and rested and kept quiet so she could steal a few more minutes of alone time in the bed.
"Uh oh!" she heard Erik say, and she wondered what happened downstairs. She sat up waiting to hear more, but there was nothing happening from what she could make out from the silence. Moments later she could hear Erik's soft footsteps being followed by N'Jobu's heavy ones coming up the stairs. When she looked at the open doorway, she saw Erik wearing a Donald Duck shirt and matching shorts and carrying a gardenia that was taped at the top part of the stem. N'Jobu was carrying a breakfast tray with a plate of bacon and a large egg-white omelet with toast and grapefruit juice in a glass.
"Mommy!" Erik said climbing up on the bed and waving the flower under her nose. She touched the tape.
"What happened here?" she asked Erik.
"It bwoke," he said watching N'Jobu present her with the tray.
"Thank you!" she said kissing N'Jobu on the lips, "and thank you," she said giving Erik a big kiss on his cheek.
Erik sat up against her shoulder and as she ate, she cut up a tiny piece of the omelet and fed it to him, the soft egg whites easy for him to swallow. N'Jobu sat on the other side of her.
"He has changed so much after just thirty days," N'Jobu said looking at Erik.
"Tell me about it," she said gulping down her juice.
"He knows how to get out of his crib pretty well now."
"I think it's time to get him his own regular bed."
"You may be right."
"You want your own bed, JaJa?" she asked Erik.
He had his mouth open trying to eat more of her food. N'Jobu reached out and pulled her hand up to his lips.
"We need to go to the store. I haven't had a chance to shop," she said.
His lips moved up her arm and reached her cheeks.
"Have I told you thank you yet?" he asked.
"For?"
"Caring for our son while I was away. Handling everything here alone."
"I wasn't totally alone."
"These next two days are all yours. Your wish is our command. Right, Erik?"
"Hmm, Mommy…Mommy…more," Erik said, his mouth open and ready for another piece of omelet.
She finished her breakfast then went to get dressed for the day. They needed food and a few cleaning supplies, and she wanted to take a walk around the neighborhood just to let people know her man was back.
Before they left the house, she was tempted to ask him why he went silent the last three days in Wakanda. He didn't seem to want to speak on the topic of Wakanda anymore so she let it rest. She watched him interact with Erik. Their little boy was so ecstatic to have N'Jobu back, and N'Jobu himself was acting the same way. They were inseparable.
On the way to the store as N'Jobu drove them, she saw him stealing glances at her like he was still reassuring himself that he was indeed back in Oakland with her.
They stopped at various stores to get what they needed, and Califia suggested they run over to San Francisco to get the meat and gourmet oils they liked at their favorite hipster market. N'Jobu agreed and drove them over, Erik all excited about going over the Bay Bridge.
When Erik was seated in the hipster grocery store cart with her pushing and N'Jobu asking what they should get while scanning the store flyer for sales, it almost felt normal again. Routine.
"Pork tenderloin or steak?" N'Jobu asked.
"Steak," she said.
"Be right back," he said heading toward the meat department.
Califia rolled Erik and their half-full cart to the fruit and veggies section. She needed collards, turnip greens, and yellow onions. She vacillated between getting chard or kale and decided neither when she looked up to see a familiar face staring at Erik.
Bridgette.
Shit.
Both women looked at one another and then Bridgette's eyes were back on Erik. She could tell who the father was and Califia felt bad for her.
"Hey," Califia sputtered out.
"Hi," Bridgette said.
Bridgette had a full cart. Califia spotted a lot of microwaveable meals in single serving sizes.
"He's really cute. How old?" Bridgette asked.
"Mommy," Erik said fidgeting in the cart seat.
"Hold on," she said to her son. Erik turned to look at Bridgette.
"N'Jobu's?"
"Yeah."
Bridgette nodded and Califia felt the most excruciating discomfort. It was beyond awkward.
"Baba…" Erik said, and Califia was jolted thinking N'Jobu had found them, but Erik was only asking to go find his father. Thank God.
"We better finish—"
"Me too—" Bridgette rushed out.
They passed one another and Califia bee-lined it to the meat department.
The butcher was handing N'Jobu a wrapped bundle of steaks when Califia found him.
"Let's go," she said urging him to hurry.
"Do we have everything we need?"
"Yeah," she said trying not to glance around for Bridgette.
N'Jobu stuck the meat in the cart and Califia guided them to the check-out counters. All the lines were busy.
"W'sup?" he asked.
"I ran into Bridgette."
"She said something to upset you?"
"No…she just saw Erik and asked if he was yours—"
She didn't know why she was getting so upset. They were bound to run into someone from their past life someday. It was inevitable.
"I don't want her to see you."
N'Jobu nodded and gave her his ATM card.
"I'll go to the car," he said taking Erik out of the cart.
She watched them leave the supermarket and she felt the tension leave her midsection. She pulled items out of their cart quickly when a new line opened up and she was able to maneuver herself to the front of that line.
She kept peeking over her shoulder to see if Bridgette was near.
After paying, she reunited with her family at the Blazer. N'Jobu put the bags away for her as she sat in the car with Erik. When he climbed in, he stared at her.
Califia touched his hand then interlaced his fingers in hers.
"What did you think would happen if she saw me?" he asked.
"I don't know. I just didn't want her to. You coming home last night still has me jumpy…I mean…we both wanted you…things could've been different. You might not have become mine—"
"Breathe, Califia," he said squeezing her hand softly. She inhaled deep.
"I had a lot of thoughts going on at the same time when I saw her. When you told me about your brother threatening to keep you over there…thinking about you picking her over me. Us being together is so fucking fragile. One misstep and I wouldn't have you or my baby. Can we just go home? I don't want to go anywhere else today. I want to be in our home. Just the three of us…"
She wiped her eyes. She didn't want to be crying.
"Can we please just go home?"
He kissed her forehead. Then pulled her in for a hug.
"Mommy?"
Califia broke away from N'Jobu and looked back at Erik in his car seat. His little face looked anxious to see her crying.
"Mommy's okay Erik," she said. She saw his lip quiver and she reached back and patted his leg. She didn't mean to scare him. He was sensitive to feelings around him. Bridgette scared her by tapping into her hidden fear. Losing N'Jobu. She gave Erik a giant smile even as a fat tear slid down her cheek. It didn't work, his face crumpled so she reached over and unhooked him from his seat and pulled him in front with her.
"Oh, my big boy, shhh…it's alright, it's alright. Mommy got a little sad for a moment," she said trying to soothe him.
She glanced over at N'Jobu.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"We're good," he said watching her cradle Erik.
Once she was able to calm Erik down, she put him back in his seat and buckled him up.
N'Jobu took her hand and kissed it.
"You have me, girl. This is just delayed stress. I had it last night when we were in the car together…reuniting. It was intense—"
"Yeah, it was. I can still feel it," she said giving him a smile.
N'Jobu drove them home and fed Erik a light lunch. He put their son in his room for his nap and secured the baby gate in case he woke up early.
Downstairs, he made Califia lay back on the couch and proceeded to kiss her and undress her slowly. Their lovemaking this time was patient. Unhurried. Less desperate. There was no rush to orgasm. No teasing. No demands to submit. Even when she rode him, they kept it slow and easy. And he let her cum several times before he allowed himself to take her from behind bent over the couch. His fingers toyed with her treasure and his release had him yelling out her name over and over and over again.
When they were finished, he held her curled up on the couch, whispered romantic words in her ear and kissed her until she could melt away. She thought they could sneak one more round in, but Erik called to them from the top of the stairs.
###
N'Jobu made dinner for Califia and Erik. Music drifted throughout the house. Stevie Wonder. Songs in the Key of Life album. Califia's mood had lifted. Seeing Bridgette had really messed her up. Their lovemaking on the couch had nearly knocked him on his ass. She was so receptive to him, and the slow methodical way she moved under him receiving his length almost had him crying because she was so tender with him and her eyes never left his. He wished they could be frozen in time that way. He tried keeping his moans quiet because of Erik being upstairs, but it was difficult when she was winding her hips and mewling softly. Of course, when her fingers teased her labia wide open, he found himself begging her, "Keep fucking me just like that…oh shit…just like that…fuck my dick…keep fucking my dick…so fucking creamy…keep going…" The sensation of her tightness and her fingers rubbing against his girth going in and out finished him off. He had to bend her over the couch and spread her cheeks open with his hands. The moment he bottomed out in her and stuck his thumb in her ass, yelling out her name was an utter joy as he watched his cock pump a heavy surge of semen into her. The tight throbbing in his sphincter muscle had him vocally spent.
He wanted her bouncing in his lap once he recovered, but Erik changed up that plan.
"Mommy! Baba! I come down!"
"Ah damn," she giggled patting her vulva once she laid back on the couch. He watched a bit of his release spill out of her.
"Let's pretend we didn't hear him," he joked placing his fingers at the lip of her opening and smearing his cum all over her clit.
"You can't do our baby like that—"
They both sat up when they heard a loud thud and the sound of tumbling on the stairs and then crying.
N'Jobu was up and running with Califia at his heels.
They found Erik lying upside down halfway down the stairs. When his teary eyes saw them staring at him, his bottom lip shook.
"Uh oh," he said through his tears.
N'Jobu scooped him up and checked him out. He was okay, more startled than hurt. He had climbed up and over the baby gate then lost his balance trying to get to them.
Califia rubbed Erik's head and kissed him all over his face. The tears dissipated and soon he was reaching out for Califia to hold him.
"Didn't we tell you not to climb on that gate?"
Erik nodded, his lips pressed tight.
"No boo-boos?" she asked.
He shook his head letting her know he was fine. But he was shaking a bit. The fall scared him.
Califia carried him back up the stairs and brought him into their bedroom. N'Jobu followed them and climbed into their bed. She placed Erik in between them and let him rest his head on an extra pillow that sat against the headboard.
"Go get cleaned up, I'll watch him," N'Jobu said. Califia nodded and slipped out of the room. He watched her naked body jiggle and bounce and he felt elated to have her. Nudity in their home was natural. As parents they had no problem allowing Erik to see nudity around him in their artwork on the walls or bathing with him in the shower. It was something they both agreed to raise him with, a healthy respect and appreciation for the human body. No shame about it at all.
"You want Baba to tell you a story?" he asked.
Erik nodded and N'Jobu looked down at his son's face with pride and lot of love. This child was the sweetest thing in the world to him. He touched one of Erik's braids. His hair was so much like Califia's. She often braided her hair and Erik's the same way, causing him to look like a miniature version of her. But looking at his son now, he saw himself in the child's face. At that moment he wanted to make another baby with Califia. They had been blessed with the best baby and now the sweetest toddler. N'Jobu wanted to make a little girl with his woman. Get started on that little tribe of badass girls. Three would be nice.
Erik would be the wise older brother and their three daughters would take over the world. He smiled thinking about it. It was a subject he wanted to talk to Califia about. But they were in the middle of prepping for Erik to attend pre-school the following year, and Califia was itching to go back to work. He still didn't want her to. He wanted more babies and that would mean her staying home and not teaching. He didn't want to appear sexist, but he really wanted her out of the workforce and in their home where he knew they would be safe. His love for Califia had deepened, but that deeper love meant that he wanted her and Erik protected at all times. She was not going to be happy when he pushed back against her returning to work. Luckily that conversation was a year away.
Looking into Erik's eyes N'Jobu smiled at him.
"Ah, my Son. I will tell you about the wise Panther Goddess and how she made the world. You want to hear that story?"
"Yes."
Erik's eyes were wide with wonder as N'Jobu painted a vivid picture of Bast and her powerful fight with the four winds to create the earth. He told Erik how she used the power of the oceans to trick the four winds into staying up in the sky so the world could be shaped by her hand. Califia slipped back into the room and threw on a long t-shirt, and once she was in the bed again, Erik snuggled up against her and they both listened to him spin his tale with flair and drama. N'Jobu made sure to modulate his voice and he used funny accents to differentiate the voices of the four winds. Erik cracked up at the voice he used to be the Northwind. It was like a sped-up Mickey Mouse squeak. He made a mental note to write the stories he told his son down in his journal. Perhaps he would make a separate journal for Califia to have so she could read to Erik when he was out on spy missions.
When he was finished, both Erik and Califia clapped.
"More, Baba," Erik said.
"Another time."
"Time to go to sleep, JaJa," Califia said pulling their bed covers up around Erik's neck.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" she asked. He shook his head. Erik was wearing pull-ups now and so far, their potty-training slip-ups had dwindled. He had very few accidents now.
N'Jobu kissed Erik's forehead, then leaned over and kissed Califia, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Erik laughed, "Baba kissing Mommy."
Still kissing Califia, N'Jobu felt himself getting excited by her again, so he broke it off. The look on Califia's face told him she wanted to have more sex with him. But they both looked down at Erik who was watching them.
"Happy napping, little one," N'Jobu said.
N'Jobu listened to Erik and Califia drift off to sleep, their breathing deep and even.
He didn't want to say it to Califia, but N'Jobu did see Bridgette in the store. He tried to avoid her but she caught him heading over to the meat department. The look on her face was excitement at seeing him again. He kept cool. Kept their chat brief and let her know off top that he was still with Califia. Bridgette's face took in his words and then she was moving away from him with her cart.
He had to take a number and wait to give his order, so he scouted for Califia and spotted her encounter with Bridgette. He hid behind a display and watched the interaction. Bridgette's eyes were glued to his son. He would make things worse if he walked over to them, so he stayed put letting the little drama play out. He had no control over what happened, he could only watch and hope it ended soon. And it did.
He returned to the meat department and a few moments later Califia was pressuring him to leave. He didn't want to upset her more by telling her he spoke to Bridgette. It was nothing serious.
Califia had nothing to fear from outsiders. He was hers forever.
After their family nap, N'Jobu eased into their normal family day. Playing with Erik and doing laundry. Helping Califia around the house with little projects. When dinner was over they watched one of Erik's animated videos, then he and Califia played a long game of chess with Erik sitting on the floor near them playing with his race car and space ship collection.
When the evening grew later, N'Jobu sensed that Erik was a bit clingy with him, so they allowed him to sleep in their bed with them for the night.
Califia gave N'Jobu a look as if to say, "Please don't make this a habit."
He spooned behind Califia as she held Erik near her chest.
"Feels so good to be back. I love you," he whispered in Califia's ear.
"Love you too," she said.
She reached back and stroked his scalp and he held onto her waist.
He was knocked out before he knew it.
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The next morning Erik was sprawled out on their bed still asleep.
N'Jobu went to use the restroom and when he was done, Califia was in the room shutting the door closed and kissing him. He lifted her nude body up onto the sink counter where they kissed and sucked on each other's tongues until N'Jobu was inserting his penis inside of her and pumping slow and easy. Califia's eyes were dark shiny crystals staring at him, her mouth parted. Her eyes cast down to look at his penis and she watched his seed jewel slide under her clit.
He watched his erection work in and out of her and all he could think of was putting another baby in her. He wanted her pregnant. Wanted her pregnant right away. He spoke to her in Wakandan and she had no idea he was telling her he wanted to knock her up. She moaned at his words, the cadence in his voice lulling her, making her pussy wetter. As his Wakandan words begged her to let him get her pregnant again, Califia fucked him into a morning stupor. His legs shook. He pinched then rubbed her clit to make her cum, and as she spasmed on his dick, he shot hot semen inside of her, his balls pressed hard into her ass wishing that she wasn't on birth control.
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
"I go pee!" Erik shouted.
"This boy and his timing," Califia said, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
N'Jobu could only think about three more children knocking on the door right next to Erik. The thought made him feel warm and happy inside.
He was home with his family, that's all that mattered.
