“Mistake number two.”
“I found out about that marriage being over and you being in the hospital at the same time. You had…hurt yourself, and I decided right then that I didn’t care if you were married, entangled, whatever, I wasn’t waiting for us to be together anymore.”
A single tear slipped from her left eye as she leaned in to kiss me. “You kept coming back for me?”
“Of course, I did.”
As I wiped the tears from her cheeks, she said, “I was so depressed and defeated and alone, because I had failed again. Another marriage was over, and I just wanted love. I needed love. And it seemed like I was destined to never feel it again, so I took a handful of sleeping pills, but my ex found me and called an ambulance.”
I nodded. “I almost lost you, and that almost broke me. I don’t think I would’ve chosen to remain on Earth if being with you was no longer a possibility, no matter how slight.”
“You really love me that much?” she asked with glossy eyes.
“Temple, my love for you is infinite, boundless, timeless. It is as much a part of me as my blood. That’s why I kept checking on you from afar, why my heart broke when you got married again. I was always so afraid that by the time I was ready for you, you’d reject me or would have left this planet.”
“Sam, if you already knew I was married again, why’d you seem so surprised at the restaurant?”
“I’d seen where you were separated, so when you didn’t lead with that fact, I was afraid you’d reconciled.”
“Oh. Um, Sam … can I try something?”
“Yeah, I’m down for anything you wanna do.”
Still wearing that smile, she stared at me, and then a whisper invaded my mind with, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m immortal since I let you raw dog me into oblivion.”
I laughed.
“You heard me?” she squeaked aloud.
I nodded.
Her voice entered my mind again. “How about this? Can I suck your dick?”
I saw the anticipation in her eyes as I silently replied, “Hell, yes.”
12
Sampson
Sitting on the opposite end of my tub from her, I massaged her soapy toes before bringing her foot to my lips and kissing each toe.
“If we have children, they’ll be born immortal?” she quizzed, just one of a series of questions she’d been asking since she tried to suck my immortal ass to death. I’d already explained that Bilowga sat on a literal gold mine, that I was rich because of said gold, and how my country did clandestine business through companies I owned in the states.
“Mm-hmm,” I affirmed.
“Do your parents live here?”
“No, my love. Only immortals can tread on the soil of Bilowga. But I keep in touch with them and visit them from time to time.”
“Ahhh, I see. Sam, are you a king? Is that why Porter calls you Baba?”
I lowered her foot into the water, pulling the other one up to massage it. “I’m the Asili chief, and yes, I am the ruler of Bilowga as it fulfills a long-believed prophecy.”
“And this is your palace?”
“Our palace, love. You are my wife, have been for twenty years.”
“Wife?”
“Yes, wife. Our lovemaking that night bound us. It was akin to a wedding ceremony.”
“No proposal or wedding? Immortals don’t mess around with formalities, huh?”
“You could say that, but if you want a proposal and a ceremony, I’ll give you one. I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
“Sam, I’m a damn bigamist!” she gasped.
“Don’t look at it that way,” I said, as I lowered her foot into the water and moved closer to her. “Look at it as those two unions were never…legitimate because they weren’t. Our union superseded them.”
“So, I could’ve skipped the divorces?”
“I guess, but I’m glad you didn’t,” I admitted, as I opened her legs and found her clit while kissing her neck. “I’ll really be glad when your divorce from Camden is finalized.”
“It already is. I received the papers a couple of weeks agoooo,” she whined as I stroked her.
Well, that knowledge made my hard dick feel heavy as lead. “Good to know,” I said as I pulled her back to my side of the tub, helping her straddle me in the water.
“Why didn’t you come for me sooner, before I married my first husband? Why didn’t you help me see who and what I really was and that I was spinning my wheels looking for love outside of your heart?” Her voice was strained as she sank down on me.
“I told you. I didn’t really understand it. I was afraid and confused. I was young and nescient to many things, and a part of me believed you knowing everything would run you away from me, and it did. Damn, you feel like heaven, Temple.” I lowered my head and tugged at her right nipple with my teeth.
“Shhhhhit! But not for loooooong.”
“Long…enough,” I groaned, as she continued to ride me.
Our conversation came to a halt as I threw my head back and groaned again. She felt perfect—hot, tight, wet, everything. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me so close as she rode me that my nose was smashed into her chest, right between her breasts, making it hard to breathe, but I didn’t give half a shit. She felt too good to really notice anything but the sensation of being inside her. I slid my arms around her, hands gripping her ass as she bounced in my lap, her soft whimpers growing louder and louder. Then, I felt a breeze, opened my eyes, and found that we were in the garden outside my chambers. My back hit the still-damp ground, and she scrambled down my body, her pussy replaced by her mouth. I raised up on my elbows, fixing my eyes on her bobbing head.
She’d brought us here again, causing us to become an exhibit for nature, giving the animals, trees, and flowers an explicit display of passion to watch, and judging from the atypical absence of sound surrounding us, they were all definitely watching. A captive audience.
This was…shit! This was beyond anything I could imagine, and I could imagine some wild shit. Hell, I’d seen some wild shit. But this? This was nirvana, Eden, unfiltered enlightenment. I was convinced of that. Temple and I were a new kind of magic. We were limitless, interminable, and downright explosive together.
She took me deep in her mouth, gagged, and took me in deeper, making my back collapse onto the ground again. I dug my hand into her hair, rubbing her scalp as I murmured, “Temple…Temple…Temple…Temple…”
She moaned but kept sucking, making it impossible for me not to explode in her mouth…so I did, my body jerking, my heart racing, my head spinning, and then her tongue was in my mouth as she straddled me again. We kissed until her mouth abandoned mine; opening my eyes, I gazed up at her. She was so beautiful like this, lips swollen, eyelids low, hair disturbed.
“I love you,” I murmured.
Resting her head on my chest, she said, “I love you, too.”
“And I’m glad you do, love.”
“So, am I supposed to call you Baba, Your Highness, Lord?” she asked.
“You can call me whatever you want, but Husband will work just fine for me.”