She had a mischievous look in her eyes and said, “No way, I’m in charge now.” She just moved further forward and prevented me from getting what I wanted. Ebere kept up her teasing for several long minutes, her coy smile letting me know that she was enjoying my torture.
Finally, she took pity on me and pulled my head forward to kiss me as she slid down hard and drove me all the way into her. She leaned back again and drove herself down onto me faster and harder, causing me to believe she was heading for another orgasm. There was no doubt I was almost there.
I tried to think of football, politics or anything else that would keep me from finishing and ending the incredible moment. It wasn’t easy. She had a way of rotating her hips as she was also raising and lowering them that felt like nothing I had ever experienced.
Suddenly she pushed down hard on me and leaned further back. She squeezed my hands tightly as I felt her whole body shake in a powerful orgasm. She made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a squeal. I couldn’t suppress a smile.
It seemed like there wasn’t anything about her that I didn’t find enchanting.
After taking a second to bask in her pleasure, she turned her attention back to me. She got a determined look in her eye and started raising herself almost the entire length of my shaft, then dropping down hard. It started slowly but gained speed on every thrust. After only another minute, I warned her that I was close.
“It’s all right. I want you to cum inside me.”
Panic set in because I knew what a huge risk that could be. “No, I can’t,” I cried, putting my hands on her hips and trying to move her off of me.
She looked into my eyes and saw that I was serious. I had already told her how Simi had been completely unexpected, and she must have realized why I was alarmed. Without another word, she moved off of me, slid down and took me deep into her mouth. She furiously pumped my cock with her fist as she kept sucking on the head.
I arched my back as my hands clenched so hard I could feel my nails dig into my own skin. She had me feeling as aroused as I could ever remember. Her mouth felt incredible. “I’m cumming,” I groaned.
She turned her eyes up to meet mine and let another couple of inches slide into her mouth. As I came, she never moved, swallowing deeply several times. When she knew I was through, she slid up my body, dragging her breasts against my skin. She kissed me and tried to slide her tongue into my mouth. I hesitated because I had never kissed a girl right after that before.
After a moment, I decided my concerns were irrelevant, so I kissed her back. She kept moving her hips back and forth, dragging the lips of her pussy against my sensitive shaft while kissing me. Abruptly she pulled her knees to either side of my chest, sat back on my stomach and put her hands on her hips.
“So was it good for you?”
I laughed so hard that I almost hurt myself.
*****
We dated exclusively and very seriously from that night on. A few weeks later, I anxiously got my daughter ready as I prepared her to meet Ebere. As much as I liked her, there was no future for us if she and Simi didn’t take to each other quickly. My daughter was my life, and I made no secret of it.
Thankfully, it wasn’t an issue. It took about 5 minutes to see how well they clicked. Ebere loved to run her fingers through Simisola’s hair while they talked. I could tell that my daughter really enjoyed her affection and the way Ebere read to her like she had been doing it all her life. Before the night was over, she even showed Simisola a new dance move.
It was absolutely perfect. I was pretty sure that Ebere was already in love with me, and I had no doubt that I felt the same for her. The way she acted toward Simisola just made me feel more strongly about her. At the end of the night, she said her goodbyes and left with a hug for each of us. I took Simi upstairs to get ready for bed. When I finished reading her bedtime story, she got a very serious look on her face.
“Daddy, are you going to marry Ebere?”
I smiled and said, “I hope so sweetie.”
“Good!” she replied enthusiastically.
Life can be wonderful . . .
*****
It was four months later when I got the call. It was Bimpe, and I could tell she’d been crying. She just said, “We need to talk.”
I didn’t like her tone, so I was out of the house before thinking to ask if she meant immediately.
When I arrived at her house, she informed me that she hadn’t been feeling well. She went to her doctor, and the tests came back that morning. Pancreatic cancer, advanced stages, no cure.
I was speechless. Over the last year, things had gotten somewhat better between us. She and I stopped arguing so much, which helped us stop questioning each other’s motives. Once that happened, the hatred of our past faded. Now it was easy to put my negative feelings aside, realizing my daughter was going to lose her mother.
“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, you need to take Simisola now. I’m going to be too sick to take care of her very soon and she needs to get used to being with you all the time. She’s all I’m leaving behind and I want her to be happy.”
I could only nod my head as the tears welled up in my eyes.
3 Months later, she was gone. Simisola was devastated. She couldn’t understand why and I couldn’t explain it. It took months to see her return to her old self. I felt so helpless.
Ebere understood the situation with Simisola and spent as much time with her as possible. They grew very close, and I could tell there was a bond growing that eased my daughter’s pain. I don’t know how I would have made it through that time without her help.
I waited six months to propose out of respect for my daughter. I was afraid she would think I was trying to replace her mom. When I finally was sure the time was right, I asked Simi first to make sure there wouldn’t be any problems. She seemed very happy about it, anxious for something positive to look forward to.
The first thing to do was get the ring. I know in this day and age, men are supposed to let the woman pick out the ring so she can get exactly what she wants, but I’m old-fashioned. I wanted to surprise her with a ring, and I wanted it to be one she would love.
I found out early in the relationship that Ebere had a thing for yellow roses. She couldn’t get enough of them. Over the months, I surprised her with bouquets, figurines and even a professional painting done by a friend. Surprisingly she never seemed to tire of the gesture. It became kind of a game between us for me to find new ways to surprise her.
I talked to an artist I had worked with in the past and had him put together a design that we both thought was exceptional. I had the number of a jeweler who owned his own shop. When he got married a couple of years earlier, I had to step in at the last second and fix a mess another company had created. He was so happy that he promised to do anything he could to make it up to me. After walking me through my options, he agreed to give me a break on the price so I could afford it. He beat me up badly for future favors, but it all worked out.
The next thing was to work out a plan. I thought about a public proposal but couldn’t figure out how to do it right, so I decided it would be best to do it in private. I wanted to somehow include Simisola. I had read that kids sometimes feel helpless when their parents remarry. Since they have no say in the decision, they can resent the spouse. I decided to ask her to help, both because I thought Ebere would love it and to make her feel more involved. She was very excited to be my co-conspirator.
I took Ebere out to see a concert performance poet who was touring the country. He was in town for one night only, and I was able to score very good seats. It was an amazing experience for both of us. We came home to find a candlelight dinner consisting of smoked fish from her favorite seafood restaurant and a great variety of side dishes, all hand-picked by an excellent local chef.
Ebere seemed thrilled with everything. We ate and talked until we couldn’t finish another bite. I excused myself for a moment and found Simisola upstairs with Titi, the next-door neighbor’s daughter who watched her for me sometimes. I told her it was time for Simi to help me, so she could go home. Titi smiled happily and wished me luck. I took a very exciting Simisola downstairs to the dinning room.
Ebere jumped up to hug her and began telling her the details of our wonderful night. I distracted her for a moment and winked at Simi. She pulled the small box out of her pocket.
“Ebere,” she said shyly, “Me and my daddy wanted you to have this.”
I beamed with pride. She said it perfectly; just the way we had rehearsed it.
Ebere’s hands shook as she took the box from Simisola’s hand. She opened it and found a ring that someone like me shouldn’t have been able to afford. An ornately crafted silver band with a stalk running all the way around and opening into a beautiful yellow rose (with the biggest diamond I could afford on top). I took it from the case and put it on her finger.
“Ebere, would you marry me?”
She cried “Yes!” as she hugged me. Simisola grabbed her leg, demanding not to be left out.
I was so happy everything went as planned. I was even happier I had the foresight to set up a video camera on top of the fridge to catch the whole thing.
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