Love Locked Down (6 page)

I needed to know she felt every word I was saying because I'd been battling with those very words in my head alone for damn near two years. From the day I'd stepped into prison. I needed Dana to know that I needed someone for me. Just me. I needed someone that actually cared about me doing the right thing.

The look in her eyes told me she understood.

I pulled her closer to me and raised her arms around my neck holding her as tight as I could. Inhaling her scent. Brown sugar and vanilla. After standing there a few minutes holding each other Dana finally pulled away.

“ Okay I'm done being sad for now. Let's really get this visit started.” Dana said laughing as she walked to the table and dug through the box of goodies she's been allowed to bring.

“ Do you want to change out of that?” Dana said wrinkling her nose pointing to my prison issued outfit.

“ Hell yeah! Did you bring me something?” I said walking over.

“ Of course I did. I know you didn't think I wanted to spend all weekend looking at you in that orange jumpsuit did you? I hope what I bought fits you. I was trying to surprise you.” Dana walked to her hanging suit bag. It held some of her clothes in addition to three outfits she'd packed and brought for Terrence. There was nothing in the rule book that said she couldn't bring Terrence something to wear. Of course when she left she'd have to take it all back with her. Prisoners all had to wear the same orange jumpsuits.

Dana pulled out three plastic hangers all containing complete outfits. She then reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a pack of boxers and socks. She'd hooked him up from head to toe including silk pajama bottoms for later on. She could only imagine how rough his prison issued clothing were,not to mention how many men before him had worn it.

“ You get changed while I put away this stuff. I'm going to try and make this place as homey as I possibly can for the weekend.” Dana said smiling at him.

I looked around and laughed, “ Do your worst baby and it would make this place look better.” I said walking into the bedroom of our little weekend “ love nest” .

I'd already showered earlier but once I got a look at all the shit Dana had brought with her I was ready to go again. Good soap, lotion that didn't feel like damn water, all her hair care products even cologne. I don't know how she knew Issey Miyake was my favorite but she damn sure had a bottle of it for me. I was in heaven.
Damn I never thought I was one of those type a nigga into all this metro-sexual ass shit but I am today,
I thought stepping into the shower,setting all the products I wanted to use inside.

I couldn't even lie, it felt good to know that Dana had looked out for me this way as simple as it was. Every time I laid eyes on Dana she looked runway ready. At least for these few days I would feel like my old self thanks to Dana. Dante' down in the prison barber shop had lined me up yesterday so the clothes and just being in her presence just made me feel all the better. And a nigga was about to eat some decent food for a change too?

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I
looked under the kitchen cabinet and found they did have cleaning supplies. Overall the place was pretty clean. I can imagine they had someone come here and clean things up before our visit. Besides I'm sure this place doesn't get that much use? Who knows maybe it does,hell Terrence and I got married and requested conjugal visits.
I can only imagine how many other men have done the same thing so they can have visits with their wives...or insta-wives I should say!
I couldn't help but laugh. I heard the water going and tried not to imagine Terrence in the shower,water cascading down his muscular body. I'd almost died on the spot when I was wrapped in his arms moments ago Terrence felt so good. No one was gawking at us, telling us to break apart. This was how it should be for newlyweds. I was a new bride,it felt good to finally feel like it if only for two three days.

Dammit I know this whole thing is crazy but I want my husband. Fuck it. I'm shy but not that shy. I'm just gonna go in here and kiss on him a little bit. What harm could that be?

I walked into the bedroom quickly before I changed my mind. Oh no he ain't in here singing.
The nigga don't sound half bad either,
I thought shedding all my clothes. I took off my bra and paused when I got to my white lace panties. Fuck it! This is my husband, I thought stepping out of them and walking into the bathroom. I slowly pulled back the shower curtain and gazed at my husbands beautiful body. I can't lie, I almost wanted to laugh he was covered in so many soap suds, head thrown back with his eyes closed singing Maxwell's “ Fortunate” I guess a blast of cold air must have hit his ass because he turned and looked down at me shaking his head.

I immediately knew what he was thinking. We'd already agreed we'd save our first sexual experience together for when he was released. I stepped in the tub behind him and grabbed the sudsy towel from his hand and began washing him from behind. I ran the towel over the wide expanse of his muscular back to his firm ass. Terrence was so tall the water was barely hitting me but it didn't matter. I was wet as hell. No water needed. Terrence turned around to face me and my eyes unconsciously gravitated towards his dick Jesus Christ! It was huge! Not that I had a lot of dicks to personally compare Terrence to but his had to be abnormally large. Not that it was a bad thing,it was a pretty dick.
Can a dick be pretty?
I thought.
I have no idea but my husbands is
, I answered my own question confidently.

“ What the fuck are you doing to me Dana? You're tempting a beast right now. I thought we both made the decision to wait?”

“ Umm,we are but I still want to be close to you.”

Terrence turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I quickly followed him,wrapping a towel around my wet body. Terrence gently rubbed my body down helping me dry off and our eyes met. I couldn't quite read his expression but I didn't have to guess long. Before I could form another thought I was pinned beneath Terrence's body, my legs quickly wrapped around his waist and my hips began to gyrate,seeking him out in the most intimate way. My body wanted him so badly it was almost painful. Terrence's lips trailed down my neck and collarbone until one of my nipples was in his mouth. He began to lap and tug at each of my breasts, every pull of my nipples made my pussy clench.

“ Terrence let's just do it....,”

“ Shhh. We're just touching right?” Terrence asked making his way down my body until his face was between my legs. My breath caught in my throat the moment I felt his tongue stroke my clit. My back arched and I let out a low moan as my hands grasped his round head. Terrence's long tongue snaked in and out of me rhythmically until my body was bucking and gyrating into his face. I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this but I knew there was something better. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me,just as the thought took hold of me, I let out a scream as my body exploded. My eyes squeezed together and all I saw was stars.

My eyes slowly opened to find Terrence kneeling before me. My eyes went straight to his dick. It had to have been about nine inches but it was the thickness of it that had me licking my lips nervously.
No way will that fit inside of me,
I thought reaching out to touch him. Just as I thought, I couldn't even wrap my fingers around it.

“ Do you like that baby? Is it enough for you?” Terrence asked.

“ Yes Terrence.”

Terrence began rubbing his dick around my my pussy lips in a circular motion, I could feel myself opening up for him, my body was preparing itself to be entered by him.

“ Hold yourself open for me.” Terrence commanded and like a solider, I did as I was told.

I reached my hand down between my legs and shocked myself at how wet I was. I took my index finger and thumb and spread myself open for him.

Terrence spoke to me through hooded eyes as he stared at my most intimate spot.

“ Do you get this wet for every nigga you with Dana?”

I just nodded my head no. Hell no other man has been there before. Granted he didn't know that but still. I had a few secrets of my own I was keeping from my husband.

“ You better not Dana. This shop is closed do you hear me?” Terrence said sliding the head of his dick over my slick clit. “ All this belongs to me now, do you understand?”

I moaned out a yes.

Terrence's dick never once eased up on it's slow assault of my clit.

“ You do know that if I ever get wind of you letting another nigga even think he can get a taste of this pussy we gon' have a problem right?”

“ YES!” I screamed out as another orgasm hit me.

Terrence and I went on this way for the next two hours, he never let me do more than touch him every now and then. It was frustrating to me because all I wanted to do is please him and all it seemed he wanted to do was please me. Terrence insisted our first time together was not going to be at Samson State penitentiary, but he was willing to bend the rules to please me.

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I
wrapped my large fuzzy robe around my body and slid my feet inside my slippers. I couldn't  have wiped the smile from my face if I'd wanted too. I don't know when the hell it happened and I'd damn sure tried to prevent it but I was in love with my husband. Without a doubt. All I wanted to do this weekend is take care of him. I wanted to pamper him so that when I was gone I'd be as deeply embedded in his mind as he was in mine. I looked on the kitchen counter and saw a piece of paper. I was happy to see it was the grocery checklist I'd submitted when we'd set up our weekend visit. During each conjugal visit prisoners had two choices,they could have meals sent down from the prison kitchen, a guest meal would be sent for an additional fee. There was also a choice to for a hefty fee of course, submit a grocery list so that you could prepare the meals yourself. Without a doubt I had chose that option. Besides I knew without asking Terrence would want a break from the lousy prison food he'd been eating. During our short time together, I already knew Terrence kept plenty of money on his books so that he could buy food and snacks offered in the commissary. Terrence provided me with more than enough money to take care of anything we needed. So I'd paid two hundred and fifty dollars for our weekend groceries. During our phone calls I'd pried his favorite foods out of him so I'd know what to put on the list. Tamera had even given me the recipe for her baked ziti and Italian sausage recipe which apparently was one of his favorite dishes. I'd even given the recipe a practice run at home just to make sure I didn't mess it up. I wasn't a bad cook but a lot of my meals were eaten out due to being so busy studying,sewing, working and sleeping. Lucky for me Tamera loved to cook or I'd never have a home cooked meal.

I finished up in the kitchen, damn it's already eleven. Two hours already gone from my time with my husband.

Terrence walked into the kitchen, “ You need any help?”

I turned and was speechless. I'd imagined him a million times dressed in actual clothes and I already knew he was fine but DAMN! All I'd brought him were jeans,t-shirts and sweat pants. I couldn't imagine him needing anything more than that during the weekend. After all it wasn't as if we'd be leaving the trailer to do anything but those small changes made a world of difference in how Terrence looked. He smelled delicious and his chocolate skin glistened. His entire demeanor seemed to have changed. Lord have mercy this nigga know he's fine as hell.

Terrence laughed at the expression on my face.

“ Oh don't get it twisted baby. Your husband is fine. Don't let the orange jumpsuit fool you.”

I recovered quickly, “ You ain't cute.” I said rolling my eyes and turning my back to him. Shit I had to catch my damn breath!

“And don't you play. Your wife is fine too shit...,”

“ I know she is or she wouldn't be my wife. What do I look like giving up my money
and
my name to some ugly ass friend of my sisters? Nah,it wouldn't have gone down like that baby.” Terrence said smiling.

“ How is Tamera?” Terrence asked sitting down at the table.

“ She's good. We're coming together next weekend to see you.”

“Okay, I miss her. I'm still mad you told her.”

“  Don't start Terrence. Tamera is like a sister to me. How would it look for me to lie to her? Tamera was cool about it. She hasn't even really asked about what's going on between us actually. I know she misses you too. Umm,Terrence I think she's in touch with your mom...,”

“ I don't want to talk about my mom Dana.”

“ Terrence she's your mom. At some point you need to talk to her don't you think? Besides, how many times over the last few months have you told me one of the main things you wanted between us was honesty,trust and communication? But the first real issue that comes up you wanna cut me off? That's not right. I tell you everything. Even when I don't want to you get it out of me.” I said crossing my arms.

“ Sit down Dana. Look I know how it may sound being that she is my mother and believe me, I don't blame anyone for the position I'm in or the things I've done. I had to grow up at an early age to do the things my mom acted liked she couldn't do. The only way I'm going to be willing to get on speaking terms with my mom is for her to get her shit together and to not need me. Trust me when I say, as a son I've paid my dues and I'm not doing it anymore.

The only reason she's probably in touch with Tamera so much right now is because she knows Tamera has access to some of my money and she needs some. Period. I told her when I was going through all my court shit to start preparing to take care of herself. That was an entire year before I got locked up Dana.”

I could see pain and frustration all over his face just discussing the matter with me.

“I don't mind telling you Dana because regardless of our situation you are my wife. I want...no I need someone I can trust. Someone I can lean on too you know? I ain't never had anyone I can lean on. I've been taking care of people since I was 15. I'm ready to be selfish. I want my needs met for a change. You're not the only one who's getting something out of our marriage. I put away a nice amount of money while I was out there on those streets. Plus I already got some shit poppin' for when I get out. Am I proud of what I did to get it? No. At the same time I'm not necessarily ashamed of it either. It is, what it is as far as I'm concerned but with that being said. I made it,it's mine and when I get out I have more than enough for us to start our life together. I've been thinking a lot about what direction I want to go when I get out. None of those things include having anyone,family or not riding on my coat-tails. Do you know what I mean? And Dana,you already broke my trust once before we got married and telling Tamera about us. Please don't do it again. I wont forgive you the next time.” Terrence said. He really hoped Dana knew he was dead ass serious about that shit too. Terrence was letting it slide since technically it was before they exchanged vows.