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I grab one of the pillows from the couch, which has fringe tassels on the bottom, and walk ever so slowly over to the left side of the bed.

Leaning forward I whisper in her ear, “You look like pure sin laying before me right now.” Her only response is a deep moan, pulled from the depths of her diaphragm. I hold one of the tassels from the pillow to her skin and swirl it around her neck.

“Oh fuck.”

I drag the tassel down her body, drawing different patterns in different places on her skin. I take pauses at random moments so she can’t anticipate my next move.

“I want to touch you,” she whimpers.

“I know you do, but you know you can’t. Right?”

“Yessss.”

“I love when you give me your yeses so freely.” She clenches her thighs at that. Done taking things lightly, I toss the pillow aside and straddle her hips. “I want you to see me worship your body, J. Worship you.” Her forehead creases and even through the scarf I can see her eyebrows pique. “Not with your eyes, J. I want you to really see me,” I whisper in her ear. “Feel me. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!”

I suck her earlobe into my mouth and lick a trail along the outer shell until she bucks her hips, trying to make contact with my already achingly hard dick.

I move to her other ear to whisper, “You are a dream come true.”

My tongue finds the nape of her neck and charts a path down the column of her throat to the base. “You are exquisitely beautiful.”

I kiss the top of her sternum. “You give so much of yourself to others.” A kiss to the top of her breast. “You deserve to have that reciprocated.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she groans. “Rome.”

I swirl my tongue around her nipple, laving it thoroughly before I bite down on it, eliciting a wild moan from her. “You are deserving of a love that embellishes your brilliance.” Deep in my gut I have a feeling that Amerie is intimidated by Janelle and everything she brings to the table, so she’d rather diminish it than nurture its growth. I don’t want to diminish her. I want to stand back and watch her shine.

I move to her other nipple and glide my hand up to tweak this one. “You are an amazing sister. Daughter. Friend. Doctor. Those who meet you are lucky to know you.”

I slide my body down her legs, trailing my tongue down the path of her stomach. “You deserve all the success you’ve accomplished already and all the success that’s yet to come.” Her body is practically vibrating with need.

A kiss to her lower belly.

“Rome, what are you doing to me?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Never.”

The word settles over me like a cloak, blanketing me in its finality. Before I take away her last sense, I want her to hear the pleasure it gives me to please her.

“Mmmm,” she cries out as my tongue plunges into her. I devour her, using my nose as the pressure point on her clit. My hands seek out the sensitive parts of her body. I find her hip bone and lower back, not giving her a moment to prepare before I start tickling her.

Her body convulses with unexpected laughter then dissolves into mewls and whimpers and back to laughter.

“Oh shit, what the fuck?”

“Mhm, I like the way your pussy grips me when you laugh, J. I want you to come just like that.”

She hisses from the pleasurable pain of me biting her inner thigh, twisting her arms in her restraints to no avail.

“Let me hear you.”

She delivers a lethal combination of a scream, moan, and laugh when I latch onto her clit at the same time that I dig into her ticklish spots. The sound bounces off the walls, shaking the room. I don’t come up for air until I’m drowning in her release, feeling every bone in her body pulsate around me.

“You did so good, J. So good. How do you feel?”