“You mad at me?” I ask softly, already knowing the answer.
His silence sharpens everything. His eyes cold like steel, but burning underneath make me shudder. “Very,” he says, his voice like ice dragged over fire. I gulp and suddenly, I don’t know if I want to run or let him ruin me completely.
“Mi nuh wah lose yuh,” he says, voice steady, hand sliding around my neck.
Even though his grip is firm, even though everything about him right now is giving angry, it’s… attractive. Dangerous in a way that doesn’t scare me it pulls me in.
“And mi nah lose yuh either,” he continues, eyes locked on mine. “So mi a go say this one more time and a the last time yuh a go hear mi say it.”
My heart pounds loud in my chest. I try to look away because that glare? Too intense. Like he can see into me.. “Yow, look pan me,” he orders, voice low but sharp.
I meet his gaze, slowly. His eyes are blank. Cold. Staring straight through me. Oh God. “Zara, yuh see when mi say something to yuh… mi wah yuh listen. And if yuh nuh listen, mi a go do wah mi affi do fi mek yuh listen… yaan’dastan?”
His voice is clipped. It shakes me, but not in the way you’d expect. “Why you a scare me?” I whisper, barely audible.
His grip tightens just a little around my throat, not choking me, but letting me feel his warning.
“Yuh understand?” he repeats. I nod, throat dry. “Words.”
“Y-yes… I understand,” I stammer.
He finally lets go, his energy pulling back, and I exhale hard. “I’m sorry.”
“Ye lef that,” he says, dismissing it like it’s already over. He reaches for his water, takes a sip, and sits back down beside me.
I look at him. Admire him. Every part of him, from the neatly done plaits in his hair to the quiet way he owns every room. I get on my knees behind him, resting my face in the crook of his neck, my lips trailing soft kisses across his skin. My fingers wander down his chest, slow and teasing. Then my intrusive thoughts kicks in.
“How quiet can you be?” My eyes set on the door. He smirks.
“Wah yuh up t— "
“Shhhhh,” I bite into his neck.
I rest my hands on his thighs and kiss the back of his neck, trailing down to his shoulder. I feel his breath catch, and I smirk. “Mami?” he murmurs, already suspicious.
I slide my hand between his legs, undoing his pants slow and smooth, not saying a word. When I finally pull it down, freeing his dick from the material, his breath gets sharp. Still kneeling in the bed behind him, I curl my body around his, and lean into him, arching slowly and kiss the tip gently like a hello. Then again, longer. Then one slow, wet pass with my tongue that makes him suck his teeth hard.
“Zara… Yow,” he hisses, head tipping back just a little.
“I have something to tell you,” I murmur.
He stays quiet, listening. I go slow, letting it slide in just enough to make him sit up straight, like him don’t know if he should pull mi up or sit still and feel every second of it. I move teasingly slow, no rush. I want him squirming. Want him hearing the faint sound of mama TV in the background while I test how quiet he can be.
“This yuh wah talk bout?” he mutters, barely holding in a laugh.
“So Mrs. Adams call me and tell me say she get the work for me at St. Jago. But it’s up to me if mi want to start now and go on maternity leave after… or wait and start after the baby born.”
“You can work, man,” he says simply, his focus locked on my lips around him. I doubt he heard a word I said.
“Okay,” my tongue glides down.
“See how you love move like you a nuh bad gyal…” I smile wickedly around him, when he says that, pulling off so slow, tongue dragging until just the tip leave my mouth with a wet pop.
His breathing sharp, he’s already missing the warmth of my lips. Then I sit back on my heels, wipe my lips, and grin up at him like a proud girl. Then it hits me—Mama did say it’s not too late to start planning the baby shower. I look at him.
“So… we doing gender reveal or a normal baby shower? Yuh wah the suspense or just go straight to it?”
“So we just a move like dat neva’ gwaan?” he tilts his head, legs rocking slowly. I smile softly avoiding his stare. “Yuh wicked fi dat,” he says, smiling hard.
