"There's a sparkle in your eyes
I feel the warmth of your skin
Just the touch of your hand
Makes me tremble within
Love the smell of your hair
Lying here in our bed, oh
Never gonna be alone
'Cause with you I'm finally coming home
I want to be with you always
'Cause that is what my heart says
I want to be with you always
You are my world in every place
It's the things that you do
And it's the smile on your face
And as time goes by (I know)
I know I'm in a better place
I'm in a better place…"
Spring Gang – "Better Place"
Erik waited in his bed for Disa to come to him. He made sure that his door was closed. He needed her to knock on it. Needed her to ask for permission to enter his space. Then and only then would he know she was finally his.
The loud slam of a car door outside let Erik know Paul had left in anger. He sat on high alert, ready to defend Disa if the older man acted viciously about being turned away. Erik knew Paul didn't like him. It was the subtle put-downs at dinner parties that told Erik to tread lightly. He couldn't afford to lose Disa if he cut the man a new asshole.
The car drove off, and the house became silent.
He waited.
In less than an hour, the soft tap at his door made his heart gallop in his chest.
"Erik? Are you still up? Can I come in?"
He closed his eyes and exhaled. Rolling off the bed, he walked over to the door and opened it. A silk fuscia robe wrapped up her lush body like a gift for him, waiting to be opened. Her eyes were wet from crying.
"He's gone."
"I heard. How bad was it?"
She pressed her lips together tight.
"He was upset… angry. Accused me of leading him on. But I didn't… I just… I thought he was what I wanted. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, Erik. I love you… but…"
"But what?"
"You scare me."
Her eyes darted away. He held out his hand and waited for her to clasp it before he pulled her across the threshold. Walking her to his bed, he signaled for her to get under the covers with him. He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head on his chest.
"Why do I scare you?" he asked.
"My life has always been planned out. My parents made sure I had a map of what I could do or be. I guess that's why I've always been attracted to older men. Their lives were already set. There were no surprises. My mother had a difficult time with my father. Financially, it was hard because being a musician was sometimes feast or famine year-to-year. Mom had to take up the slack and give up a lot of her dreams to raise three children. What I got from that was to be with a man that was established and well-off. No surprises, just a steady trajectory of comfort to keep me from stressing or becoming anxious. Paul would've given me that security. You're at the start of your life and still figuring things out. Your navy career seems important to you more than anything else, and I don't know if I can handle being away from you for a long time. What if you get assigned somewhere, and it clashes with what I want and we fight about it? Things don't appear mapped out for me anymore and I worry about that uncertainty. I don't want to end up like my Mom. I think you'd leave me—"
"You're making these assumptions about things that haven't even happened. This is just the beginning of good things, Disa. Can we just revel in being in love first? We can work around the Navy and figure out the rest as it comes. Things don't always have to be on an itinerary. I understand your fears. I've lived with all kinds of uncertainty for half of my life. But one thing I do know, when you have real love holding you down, anything is possible."
"I want a life, Erik. Not just a boyfriend."
"I want that too."
He stroked her hair.
"I have some money saved up from my parents. I also have money from when I worked for Stark. We'll be fine financially. I'll be an officer soon and I'll have more money. You won't struggle. I promise."
"Do you want to get married one day? Have children?"
He closed his eyes.
Marriage was something so far in the future that he hadn't given it much concern. He wasn't that particular about children only because of what his focus had been on since he was eleven. Wakanda. He loved Disa. He didn't want to bullshit her. The things she wanted were ephemeral to him at the moment. Not tangible things until he was in the Navy and closer to his goal.
"That's the stuff a man thinks about once he's settled into a career. I haven't given it much thought in any serious way because I'm starting out. Is that something that will make you change your mind about us?"
She lifted her head from his chest and looked at him.
"I want a husband and children. Not soon, I need to get established in my career too, but by the time I'm in my mid-thirties, I expect to have a family"
"So I have about ten years to get my shit together?"
She smiled. His answer was appropriate for now. The stress that was on her face disappeared, and she relaxed into his arms. They slept soundly until the sun rose. His dick was hard and sat on his stomach like a wooden bat. Disa slid her body down until her mouth engulfed his tip, then slid down his erection. He hit the back of her throat and groaned.
"Dammit!" he cried out.
He thrust into her hot mouth and whimpered the entire time. Her lips curled around the bulbous head again, and she faced him so he could watch her eyes while she suckled and slurped. Her tongue slid around his frenulum, making the sensitive ridge surrounding his tip tingle with intense pleasure. His slit dripped pre-cum, and she slowly licked every drop, opening her mouth wide so he could see it sitting on her pink tongue. She spit on his dick and his toes bunched up and the groan that fell from his lips made her grin.
"Oh fuck, Ma. You making that shit nasty."
She slathered his pipe and engulfed it again, lifting to her knees so that her breasts hung close to his skin. He reached out and fondled a big tit. The weight made his balls jump. Everything felt different. How many women had sucked on his knob and he just enjoyed it? The shit was on a whole new level when he was in love. Disa was the woman of his pure dreams. He loved her before he even knew her. To have her on her knees with her beautiful breasts out in the open and her heavenly mouth pleasing him. He thought his heart would explode in his chest. It was almost too much to handle. Her throat game was sloppy and unmatched. She fondled his balls, and they became tight like a peach in her hand. He almost came on her face when she ran her full lips up and down the sides of his length. His dick was hot, brick hard, and under her complete control.
Flicking the tip of her tongue rhythmically on his slit, Disa took her time with his meat. Tracing the veins that decorated his throbbing length, her sultry eyes hypnotized him. Then she began talking to him and he became a little bitch in her hand.
"All of this belongs to me now," she purred.
"Yes!" he choked out, trying to hold on to his sanity.
Her lips teased his balls before she sucked on them, each nutsack getting the proper care from her lush mouth. She grazed her teeth along his ridge again and his arm shot back and smacked the headboard.
"Fuck!" he shouted.
She giggled and went down on him again, deep throating his dick.
"Suck that dick… dassit… oooh, Disa… baby, you're sucking that shit so good. Ohhhh! Shit. You tryna make me nut… OH DAMMIT!"
She started humming on his erection and the combination of a honey throat and vibrations made his upper torso shoot up. He grabbed her head and forced her up and down onto his shaft. The gawk-gawk of her mouth had him cursing her out. She broke away from his grasp and saliva fell out of her sweet mouth.
"You like that?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
He fisted himself and she lifted her body and threw a juicy thigh over him. She peeled back her pussy lips, and he almost passed out. Her folds were plump, shiny, and her opening twitched.
"You want this pussy, Erik?"
"Please sit on my dick, girl!"
He reached for her pussy lips and ran his fingers around the wet entrance. She was so warm down there.
"I wanna put more cum inside of you."
She lost a bit of control then. Her eyes slammed shut and her lips pursed with the memory of him flooding her walls.
"Sit on Daddy's dick. Lemme slut you out, girl. I'll take care of that pussy real good. Just like last night."
"Oooh!" she huffed.
Her fingers released her pussy lips, and she held her tits up for him.
"Make you my big titty bitch, huh, Disa? All this big ass, all them big ass titties. All mine now!"
He slapped the hell out of her ass and she yelped. There was a fire in her eyes now.
"Ride me. Ride Daddy," he barked.
Disa dropped that pussy on him, and he fucked up. In his mind, he thought he had gained control of the sexual dynamic between them. He was so fucking wrong. She leaned forward and allowed her breasts to slap him in his face as she rode his thickness. He fell back down on the bed and whimpered from her pussy clenching and releasing him as she rocked and rolled on his thighs. Her thick ass cheeks slammed on his balls and all he could do was clutch onto her titties for dear life while he sucked on them. His grunts and groans and heavy moans continued for thirty minutes as his woman fucked him back to when he was a virgin. Clearly, his previous sexual encounters hadn't prepared him for a woman like this. Her ultra-slow gyrations, sensual words in his ear, and dizzying deep pussy clenches taught him the first lesson of being in love. It was not the same as regular fucking. Disa made love to him like she was remaking the world over in her own image. His eyes rolled back even as he gripped a breast and a hip. She knew how to bring him to the precipice without releasing him over the edge. Each thrust from him was an offering to Bast, Sekmet, Allah, God of the Black church, or any other unknown, unnamed deity that would accept the humble gift of loving he tried to set before her divine entrance. The heels of his feet dug down into the bed. His spine arched with a deep curve like his back had no more bone.
"DisaDisaDisaDisa…."
Her name became a Buddhist chant in his watery mouth. They hadn't switched any positions. She just rode his ass through the mattress. He screamed himself hoarse when he came, and she just laughed and laughed with the joy of lovemaking with a man she loved.
His dick remained hard after his first orgasm. Disa raised up from whispering nasty things in his ear and allowed him to relax inside of her pussy. He sat up again, and they kissed, their tongues full of happiness at being paired together forever. Erik palmed her breasts and suckled once more, not ashamed to let her see how greedy he was for her tits. He was weak for a big girl with a big ass and big breasts. His Baba's DNA marked him too hard with that.
When his lower half was ready once more, he took Disa hard, and this time she was the one screaming his name when she broke apart all over his dick. He watched her pussy lips throb around the root of his shaft. She had soaked his lap and was shocked further when he came again inside of her, spurting hard and deep. He pushed her onto her back so he could play with his cum as it spilled out all over her folds.
For two days, they never left the bed for anything other than using the restroom or showering.
They didn't eat or drink.
Making love was all that mattered.
Erik wore her ass out until they swelled her folds up from overuse. They ran out of lube, and the constant friction irritated Disa's pussy lips. He still wanted more and forced her to drape herself across his thighs, facing away from him. She dropped her head down between his knees and her ass sat in front of his hard dick. Her inner lips flared out with their engorged pain, but they were so pretty to look at. He took pleasure from her pain and pressed his dick against her left ass cheek and stroked himself while staring at her swollen folds.
They drenched the room in the odor of pussy and cum, and the funk wasn't unpleasant, just heavy. Jerking off, Erik re-lived the forty-eight hours of fucking his woman. Disa was his. He was going to strut down the street with her and show off. Niggas would stare with envy and know his dick was being served glorious pussy. His aim slipped and his dick slapped her folds instead of her cheeks and she hissed. The sibilant sound from her lips caused his dick to spit, and he jerked out a steamy nut that soaked the crack in her ass. His throat was dry and he could barely get a groan out from his stretched vocal cords. Erik had nothing else to give her.
It took them both another day of rest and delivered pizza to recuperate. He missed his lunch with Maria and Stark. Disa's pussy eventually healed, and she parceled breath-taking sex on her own terms. Now that she knew what she had on her hands, Erik allowed her to control when and where he entered her. Their best sessions were between classes. The fast fucks were nasty, both of them racing home to see each other. Disa would have one foot inside the house and Erik would already beat that pussy up right there on the floor.
His favorite moments had to be when they smoked weed together and made slow love on Sundays. Cumming in slow motion was top-tier fucking. He adored being on top of her and feeling his release spill out in warm, sluggish waves through his dick. Disa's sighs and moans had him draining his balls in condoms every time. She didn't do anal, so he went for the alternative and rubbed his dick between her ass cheeks on the couch. They tried anal once, and he only got half of his dick in with lube. It hurt her too much to go in all the way. She allowed him two inches, and he nutted fast. He was grateful that she at least tried it. He respected her decision not to try it again. But he used the fantasy to rub out good orgasms when he sat his erection between her thick cheeks.
He lived in her pussy.
She spoiled him because of the fantastic sex. Her friends complained she didn't throw dinner parties like she used to. She made fancy meals for only them now when he was busy. He, in turn, kept the house ultra-clean, made sure there was a full tank of gas in his car for her to use, and brought her flowers home every Friday after her radio shows. Every night, he spooned around her on the couch and held her tight until he fell asleep. They were evenly yoked, and he imagined they would go on like that until they were old and retired.
Their march toward graduation commenced, and when Disa successfully defended her doctorate, Erik had a special banner made for her with her new title blazoned across it in giant purple letters. She cried when she came home and saw him standing outside on her porch holding champagne, her favorite fancy chocolates, and pointing up to the 'Dr. Disa Abdullah-Woods' banner. He received good loving that night.
Erik was at peace.
At their graduation, both of their families met for the first time.
Only his grandfather, Bakari, Shavonne, and Serah, with Uncle Addae, could fly out for the ceremony. Disa's parents and brothers all came. Mr. Abdullah, her father, was leery of Erik being with her at first. Word got to him that Disa had left a settled man for a young whipper-snapper, but his feelings changed when he saw them together. Everyone saw the love between them, especially the way Erik doted on her and she pampered him. During their shared graduation party at the house, Erik comforted Disa as she struggled with the sound of her father's raspy voice. He was going to have surgery in a few weeks to remove a growing tumor. The prognosis wasn't high for him in being able to speak again once the surgery was over. Disa hung onto her father's every word as he chatted with Erik's father all weekend. The two older men had quite a bit in common, especially their former lives as members of the Nation of Islam. They cracked jokes together and smoked a bit of medicinal weed out on the porch.
"Can't keep those two apart," Disa joked.
She washed pots and pans with him in the kitchen as the dishwasher handled the dinner plates and silverware. Erik dried a saucepan.
"It's good to see older Black men together," he said.
She nodded, but he noticed her hands shaking as she placed a lid in the drainer.
"Baby?" he whispered.
Touching her hand, she gave him a weak smile.
"I'm scared, Erik. Scared for my father."
Erik turned her body toward him and hugged her.
"Listen, I've changed my travel plans. I'm going to skip my baptisado this year and fly out to L.A. with you."
"Erik, no, you've worked so hard to train for your new cord. Marisol and her family are looking forward to seeing you. You just graduated too and they want to celebrate with you—"
"We can celebrate next year. I swapped out my ticket and exchanged it for two. Me and Grandpop are coming out to be with you and Ahmad. We'll arrive a day after you get there."
Disa burst into tears and shoved her face into his neck.
"You are more important than anything right now. I got you."
He kissed her over and over until there was a sparkle back in her eye and a fresh smile on her face. After she dried her eyes, they joined the rest of the family to watch a bit of TV. He sat next to her on a love chair and rubbed her back the entire time until she nestled against him and fell asleep. The next morning, he knelt down in Disa's office on a prayer rug with her, his grandfather, and Disa's father Ahmad. Her brothers joined them and they gave morning prayers to Allah. Erik sent extra prayer energy to Ahmad and thanked Allah for putting Disa in his path to become a better man and a better warrior.
Love had him lifted.
