God. This man touches me like he’s trying to remind me. Remind me who I belong to. Remind me that no matter what happens outside these walls, here in this moment, in his arms, I’mhis.
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“I’m stingy, Nickoi,” I whisper, rising on my toes, my fingers fisting the front of his shirt. “I don’t like sleeping without you… okay? Don’t make that happen again.”
Goosebumps bloom across my skin. He’s looking down at me with that unreadable intensity, the one that always snatches the air from my chest. Then he bites my bottom lip, slow, his eyes, the darkest brown, piercing mine, my back presses against the staircase wall.
“Yuh know sometimes mi affi handle things,” he murmurs, his voice low, rough, tinged with danger. “Nobody violate yuh and live. Mi did affi tek him points fi dat Mami.”
I don’t know why that got me pulsing so hard. The gun jutting out of his pants.Ughhh.His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me into his chest like I’m made of something fragile. I feel so small in his arms, like I fit perfectly nowhere else but right here.
He lifts me effortlessly. I squeal, startled, excited, my legs wrapping instinctively around him as he climbs the stairs. His strength does something to me. So does the way he moves with purpose. He’s so focused. Eager for me. He kicks the door open and tosses me gently onto the middle of the bed like he’s hungry… for me.
Cool air from the AC brushes my thighs, but I’m still warm. My panties are already gone. Wait.. I don’t even remember when it came off. I’m too caught in the way he looks at me like I’m a sacred piece in an art museum. He stands at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over my body. Then, without a word, he leans in, pressing slow kisses against my lips, letting me suck on his bottom one before trailing to my cheek… my jaw… then lower.
His face sinks into my neck. He kisses the sensitive skin there like it’s something he’s missed. My breath hitches. I turn my head, exposing more of my throat. My body betrays me, arching into him.
Girlll stop act so damn eager. I know you are. But fight it likkle bit…
We look too thirsty!
He smells like man… and musk and something sweet I can’t name.
I pull his tee up, desperate to feel skin. His lips never leave my neck. My thighs lock behind him. And when I feel him slide in, sodeep, so thick, I lose all composure. I gasp, my head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut.
He moves.Slowly. Then he speeds up.
My hand finds his braids. My moans spill into the air like prayers. “Jesusss…”
“Yah call him fa?” he teases, rolling his hips with cruel precision. “This… right here…” he slows down so much it drives me crazy. “Is… all… me.”
A cry bursts out of me. I arch up to meet him. He’s relentless. And gentle. And rough. And tender. All at once. He worships my body like it was molded for him. Every thrust is purposeful, like a confession, a promise, a claim.
“Wah yah bawl fa?” he groans, holding me tighter. I feel the weight of him, the ache, the way he hits my deepest spot over and over. “Yuh a run from me? Run go weh?”
I can’t answer. My mind is gone. I’m squirming beneath him, my face twisting each time he slams into me. It’s pleasure. Raw and endless.
“Answer me,” he growls, breath hot against my mouth. His face inches from mine, eyes locked.
I hold his face, my fingers brushing his jaw. My tears wet his cheeks as I moan his name. “N-nickoi… I… I…” I try. “Mmm.”
“Mi waan inside you… this deep… every day, mami. Or every other day. Yuh yer?”
My eyes snap open, dazed. “Nickoi… wah yuh mean?”
“Yuh hear mi?”
“Every night?” I ask between ragged breaths, a laugh caught in my throat.
“Or every other day.”
“That’s… better.” I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into the muscles there.
“Mi normally hate missionary,” he admits, staring down at me. “But yuh… yuh change that.”
“W-Why?” I whisper. It barely comes out.
