Prince: Love Always Wins

Lesha

The sun peeking through the opened blinds woke me up from my slumber. A smile spread across my face, and I immediately remembered how fantastic last night was. I never thought I was a woman who loved flowers, but the way Prince always surprised me with them, I was addicted to receiving them. A bunch of yellow roses were by my side of the bed in my line of sight. He gave them to me yesterday, but the thought that he had placed them there so I could see them when I woke up warmed me. He was so big on the little things. This man really went all out. After he loved me down from head to toe, he scheduled a chef to serve us our meals. We went for another round, and I shamelessly passed out when we disconnected.

When I rose, my initial thought was, “Where was that man?” My man. After last night, I couldn’t deny it anymore. There were complications and things that still needed to be ironed out, but the way Prince spoke those words into me and dealt with my body had me feeling like I was invincible. Not wanting to waste another second, I flung the covers away.

I grabbed a robe that hung on the back of the chair by the bed and slipped it on my naked body. The expensive silk felt miraculous against my skin. It wasn’t until I walked by the full-length mirror that I saw my name etched across the blue silk fabric above my right breast. I ran my hand across it. This was custom. He had to be planning this for weeks.

“He thinks of everything.”

I walked around the house, and he was nowhere to be found. My disappointment was mounting, thinking that he may have gone on one of his morning runs and wouldn’t be back for a while. It wasn’t until I went to the porch to catch the breeze that I saw him off in the distance. He was shirtless and facing the peak of the mountain—the perfect picture. I slipped on my shoes and walked toward him. When I got closer, I paused for a second. I couldn’t remember being drawn to a man the way I was drawn to Prince. If you had asked me, I wasn’t the least clingy, but it was something about him. No matter how much I got, I always wanted more. His presence around me brought me so much comfort.

Feeling that type of vulnerability was something I wasn’t sure I could get used to, but I needed to be close to him, touch him. My need overrode the scrutiny of my actions, and I didn’t say a word. I walked up to him, pressed my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around his waist. It was like I could feel his smile. Instantly, heat coursed through my body—a feeling so good I couldn’t quite describe it as anything other than right.

“You up sleepy?” The rasp in his voice told me that those were the first words he spoke this morning. I was honored that I was the only one to hear them. He brought my right hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. I hummed.

“How long you been out here?”

“Not long. Maybe an hour.”

“An hour?”

“I can get lost on this peak easily. It was my favorite place. Now it has moved down to second since nothing can compare to the home I made between those thighs, but it’s still beautiful.” I blushed at his words.

“It is. Being from the country, I never thought of myself as a mountain girl, but I tell you what. Not even a full day here, and I am almost sold.”

“This was the place where I took my break from everything to get my head together. I mean it got to the point where I didn’t want to leave. I told myself I would come here at least a few times a year.”

He pulled me before him and brushed my hair away from my face. I would have said I was self-conscious, but he saw me inside and out. Halfway through the night, my hair had turned from its once tamed, straightened state to the full, curly afro that was naturally God-given. I’d taken my sew-in down a few weeks back. No one was touching my hair but my best friend, and since she was a new mom, I told myself I’d work with what I had.

“You look so fucking good, baby. You always do but I really love your hair like this.”

“Thank you,” I said bashfully. I couldn’t even believe it.

“I started breakfast. I was waiting for you to get up to eat. Let’s go inside.”

I tried to pull away but he stopped me as his lips crashed against mine. My body leaned into his. He broke away quickly before we got too far. I whimpered wanting more. His hand went to the base of my neck and he pulled my face into his so we were nose to nose.

“I want you right here tonight. I want that pussy cumming on this dick while the sun sets behind us.”

I closed my eyes, thinking about how sexy and beautiful it would be to have the sun as our backdrop and then the moon replacing it as we feed on each other. If it was anything like it was last night I was in for hours of satisfaction. I was not complaining one bit, either.

He took me by the hand, and we walked inside. I slipped off my shoes, and the heated floors gave me so much comfort after the brisk air from outside.

“Do you always get up this early? I know you have to for work but even on vacation?” I asked noticing the time on the stove. It was barely seven a.m.

“I’m actually later than usual. I guess I can thank you for that. I get up anywhere between four-thirty and five a.m. each morning.”

“To run?”

“Why you say it like that?” He smiled as he pulled out a pan from the oven. There was a spread. There were eggs, sausage, bacon, and hash browns. On the side of the counter, there were a few Danishes on the plate. My stomach grumbled just looking at it all.

“I don’t know. You just really are religious about certain things. To be honest, it’s a little intimidating because I am so much more of a free-spirited person.”

“I don’t require you to be like me. That’s what I fuck with most about you. You are who you are no matter what. Honestly, I do some physical exhaustion every day because it keeps me grounded. Adrenaline helps me set up my day, and when I am running, I’m organizing my thoughts. I work out enough through my job to help with that, so when I’m home, I don’t need to. It’s more for mental clarity than anything else.”

“How has that been for you? Ya know since rehab.” He smiled at me.

“Grab the plates and let’s sit down and eat.”

I felt comfortable dropping the conversation. I knew it could be challenging to talk about. There were things that I didn’t know how to divulge quite yet either, so instead of fussing about it, I did as he asked. I grabbed the plates as he brought the food to the table; he went into the fridge and came back with a carafe of orange juice and two glasses. He sat them on the table next to the plates. Just when I thought things had taken an awkward turn he sat down across from me and answered my question.

“Mentally it has been great. A lot better.”

“So…”

“I don’t have anything to hide, Le, but the last thing I want you to be is nervous or awkward around me. I've been through something, and I’m sure you have been, too, but I’ve worked hard on not allowing that to define me. Ask me whatever you want about it but I would hope that you want to get to know me beyond that.”

“I understand. So kids? How important is that to you?”

“How many you plan on having?” He corked his brow, and quickly, those dark, sleepy eyes turned from seriousness to flirtation. I popped my head back.

“Hold up! Who said we were even ready for that type of conversation?” A pasted a fake smile on my face.

“Look, you the only one that ain’t sure. I know what I want and who I want it with.”

“Just answer the question, Prince. What’s your preference?” I kept trying to wipe the smile from my face but couldn’t. I needed to focus on something else or maybe he should have put on a damn shirt because him sitting across from me was killing me softly. He was waking up all types of nasty, dirty recaps of our night together.

“I want a big family. Maybe six or seven kids. I can compromise, though. I will say at least four.”

“I always wanted a big family, too. I mean, it was just my sister and myself growing up, but I always wished for younger and older siblings. I wouldn’t want to bring up children in any type of dysfunction, though.”

“It won’t be any.”

“That’s a big responsibility in itself. Think about that for real: six kids.”

“I’d love each one of them, too. I guess I always wanted to be a dad because I never had much of one.”

“I heard about things vaguely from Satisa. She mentioned that the Priest did not have a good relationship with his father. Was that the same for all of you?”

“Yeah, you can say that. I would say for a period of time I had more of a relationship with my father than my other two siblings. When he saw that I wasn’t going after the things he wanted me to, he fell back. When I say fell back, I mean he showed us all that he really didn’t give a fuck about anything but my mother.”

“Wow. I’m sorry.”

“It’s something you get past.”

“What was it that he wanted for you? You seem pretty accomplished in your own right.”

“My father always had this thing about selling drugs. Ever since I was a young boy, he would pull me in and tell me shit about the streets and sellin'. I’d always been the type to work more with my hands than anything else. Our paths were different. I still wanted to be affiliated with the streets because, ironically enough, I thought that it would make him proud. I started fixing houses for kingpins and bosses. Shit, I started making a killing. Wasn’t good enough for him, though.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I don’t dwell on it. I accept the people who accept me. I ran into Remy and I saw that God gives us what we need in different forms.”

“Remy is a sweet guy.”

“Yeah, he cool, but he wasn’t to be fucked with either. He is firm on the site. He put his foot in my ass on a daily because he saw my potential. Without him, there is no way I would have been chasing my dreams like this. I owe him a lot.”

“So that’s how things started between you and his daughter?” I asked placing a piece of Danish in my mouth.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that. I should have paid attention to the signs. I was much more invested in that relationship than she was. I wasn’t making home my priority either because I started to see the rift. I was gone all the time, either between working with Rem or trying to build my own business.”

“That’s no excuse!” I butted in, slamming my hand on the table. He looked at my balled fist, and I quickly unwound it. “Look, I've been cheated on before, and that shit does something to me.”

“I get it, and no, it wasn’t an excuse. Neither is what I did after.”

He stopped talking, and I sat up again.

“The silence became so loud. That’s where my addiction started and I took the long road to make peace with myself. That shit ain’t easy but I promised myself this time things would be different. That’s why I say the things I say to you. For me, I don’t play games, and I have to make sure that the person I am with matches my investment.”

After he finished his spiel, he looked down at his plate and threw a piece of bacon in his mouth. I looked down at my plate and didn’t touch it. His story made me lose my appetite.

“I’m not a victim of my story. You aren’t either. Life happens to all of us. Every day, we get up with the power to choose different. Being mad at the world gets you nowhere. We all have had some fucked up shit happen. I didn’t tell you to make you feel bad for me. I told you because I want you to understand that I am more than my bad choices. It’s important to me that you know that. But also, in dealing with me, you have a right to know exactly what they were.”

“Thank you for telling me.” My brain was screaming to shut it down and not let it go any further, but my heart was saying open and give it a chance. If he was going to run, it would have been better if he did it now. No one knew we were here or the depths of our relationship. “When I killed him,” I started and felt all the air get sucked out of the room. He lifted his head from his plate and gave me his full attention.

“Take your time,” he urged and I took a deep breath.

“We were young when our mother died. She had a reputation, I guess you could say, as the other woman to many men. I didn’t know that when I was small, but as soon as she was dropped in the ground, the rumors spread like wildfire about how she died in a married man’s bed, shot dead by his wife. Even though we were just teens her reputation preceded us. We were treated so bad everywhere. I just wanted to be accepted by someone. Anyone. I was still with Devin, my high school sweetheart.”

He grimaced at Devin’s name, but he didn’t interrupt me. I just wanted to get it out once and for all so we didn’t have to revisit it again.

“I know I’ve talked about this before, but once and for all, I just want to get it all out.”

“I get it. Take your time.”

“As I told you, once I caught Devin cheating, I met Maceo, and no one could tell me anything about him. He started financing me. Think about going from not knowing where our next meal will come from to being on top of the world in a mansion with all this money at your disposal. He took care of us both. I remember the first day he hit me. I couldn’t believe what happened. I never thought I would be like the dumb females who thought he would never do it again.”

“You aren’t dumb. The nigga knew what he was doing. He manipulated you.”

“I know that now. That day I shot him I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do.”

“What happened next,” he spoke calmly.

“We panicked. Two scared kids. We took all the money we could and ran. We went from city to city. It was so damn stressful for a point. I didn’t even realize I was pregnant at the time until I had a miscarriage while we were on the run.”

I burst into tears. I never talked about my miscarriage. I hated to even think about it; I was so young. But it was like lately, I couldn’t shake it. That one day took so much away from me. It altered my life before I even knew what life was. He came to me and pulled me out of my seat. I threw my arms around his shoulders when I realized he was moving, and he wrapped my legs around his waist. I tried to pull myself together, but his embrace, coupled with the feelings, seemed like it took forever. He sat us down on the couch and rubbed my back, not saying a thing, allowing me to get it all out.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t talked about that to anyone.”

“Don’t be.” I tried to pull away but he kept me straddled across his lap. He brought a tissue to my face with his right hand and wiped my tears. I grabbed it from him and finished the job.

“It was the stress of the situation and running away from everything that made it happen. I’ve been pregnant two other times, and I keep losing babies. I don’t think I can carry children, and I think it’s from all the damn trauma I experienced. That time, I lied to Nesha about where I was with you; I was at the hospital losing another child. I never should’ve involved you in that. I panicked and I didn’t want to tell anyone. You see now why I say the things I say. You can’t possibly want this with me.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I want, Le. You can have children.”

“I just told you I tried over and over again. It’s me.” Once again, I tried to get up, but he held me in place.

“I promise you, you can.”

“Prince, you don’t know that. You can’t tell me when I know what I have experienced. This is the whole issue. You act like things will work out because you say they will and that’s not life. It’s certainly never been mine.”

“I know what God promised me and I stand on that. You call me crazy, but I just have unshakable belief in the beauty we can have together. That bullshit was all in the past, Le. What we have is different.”

“I know what you are saying, and I know you probably really believe it, but,” I paused. “I can’t find the words Prince.”

“Then speak to me, baby.” His hand went to the base of my neck and brought me down for a kiss. Initially, I resisted, but the moment I felt his hand snake up my back, my mind cleared, and I felt myself freefalling. This time, I didn’t even attempt to catch myself. I wanted to believe him about what we could have but hope and devastation were such close friends all my life it was hard to imagine one without the other. It is a dangerous thing for me to indulge in and come out unscathed. Here I was, though, ready to give Prince my body again as if I had a choice in the matter. My body betrayed me often around him, but this time, I attempted to give in to him. Not even fully knowing how.

He rose with me still in his arms as if I weighed a feather.

“You may not get it, but I promise I do. We've been through so much shit, and we were made for each other. We are just two jagged pieces that fit together perfectly,” he whispered against my ear, and I ground my hips into him. He sat me on my feet, and when he did, I migrated to his signature. The wall vibrated but he placed his hand over mine and pushed it again to close it. He scooped me in his arms again, laid me back on the bed. Opening my robe, revealing my naked body, he licked his lips. My pussy clutched in anticipation knowing what was to come. He dropped to his knees and pulled me to the edge greeting my pussy with his tongue. First, he suckled lightly, getting my nerves used to him, and then he invited two fingers into the dance. He started plunging them inside, hooking his finger slightly, and my hips bucked, needing more.

“Aaah fuck, Prince.”

He replaced his fingers with his tongue and toyed with my opening while my hands tugged at the soft hair on top of his head. His fingers rubbed my clit while he plunged in and out. He paid so much attention to my body. He stopped my ascent right before I got to the mountain top. I gripped his arms with all my strength, and I know he helped, but I pulled him up to me.

“If you don’t make me cum I’m gone kill your ass, Prince! Don’t tease me. Not right now.” I gritted. My pussy needed his dick.

“Hmm.” He hummed against me as his dick rested against my opening.

“You are so fucking beautiful. You think I’m not gone put every fucking kid I can in that womb, you crazy. I’m gone love on yo’ ass ‘til the day I die. I mean that, Le. I promise I do. I know everything, Le, and I still want you. I love you and you are more than enough for me.”

“I, fuck!” I managed to get out before that lethal first stroke took my breath away. He was so huge, and my walls were sore from the pounding that I took all night. I wouldn’t complain an ounce. The pleasure and pain were the sweet kind of torture I longed for many nights. He placed his body on top of mine and lowered his head to my hard brown nipples. His tongue darted out to flick my right one before he covered it with his mouth completely. While he nipped and sucked away mercilessly at my right, his hand found my left and gave it a squeeze, not missing a beat rocking inside of me.

“Fuck I do not want this weekend to end! Please, let’s not go back.” I babbled as my head whipped from side to side. The covers were a damn mess. I had pulled up the fitted sheets, trying to contain myself.

“It’s only going to get better, baby. We don’t have shit to run from. From this point forward, whatever we face, we do it together.”

He gathered his hands and placed one on each thigh. He gave me a strong push right when I thought I was going to fly off the bed. He gripped my ankles and turned me around on my stomach. He gave my ass a firm slap that was sure to leave a mark, and that sent a tingle so damn delicious down my spine.

“Get that ass up. I ain’t done with you. Hold up. I got you.” He pulled my hips up to meet his stroke and filled me to capacity.

“Shit! Prince, baby.” I whined and threw my hand behind me. I felt like his dick was in my chest it was so damn thick. I had to be with this nigga forever because the way he was marking my walls it would only be good for him alone. No other man could measure up.

“Hell nah,” he swiped my hand away then he started coaching. “Look at you taking that dick, baby. You make my dick look so good with your cum coating me.” He slapped my ass again, and his voice and his speed were the perfect combination to make me forget the slight discomfort and open to him. “That’s it, Le Monroe, let me in so I can fuck you. I love yo’ pretty ass. Look at me. You gone let me in that ass too, or do I need to give you some help?”

My face was so far in the mattress I didn’t know how I could manage it. I was able to turn my head enough to lock my eyes with him. From then, it was no words, yet I understood every communication. He confessed his love and my heart echoed the sentiment. When I felt him gather my wrist into one hand, my pussy quivered around him, knowing the pounding that was to come. Once he started digging, I called his name, and I’m sure it could be heard from a mile away. Right when my walls were pushed to the brink he filled my pussy and we collapsed.