She nodded.
“Nah, mama. I need the words,” I insisted.
She bit that kiss-swollen lip again, murmured, “I understand, Jabali.”
I lay her down and began claiming her again.
From the top of her head to the tips of her pretty toes, I wrote my name across her skin, reestablishing myself in her memories. Ten years later, and it felt as new as it did the first time as I tried to imprint on not just her body but her soul. She moaned and held on to me as my lips branded her pretty brown skin. She learned to trust my touch to bring her pleasure again. Kyleigh rewarded me with an endless waterfall as I used my mouth and hands to make love to her.
“Jabali, please,” she whimpered as I strummed her clit while sucking her nipple hungrily. Fuck, I loved these luscious ass titties.
“Please, what?” I asked.
Her eyes tangled with mine. “Please, now.”
Reaching lower, I grabbed her legs, spreading them and anchoring them against my arms. Vulnerability blended with excitement in her eyes. I could still taste her. Now, I wanted to feel her.
I heard the moment Kyleigh exhaled, the literal moment she relaxed before I took her. That first slide inside her body shocked me. The tight, wet recesses of her pussy felt better than coming home. I bit back a groan as the lush warmth of her squeezed around me, muscles almost fighting me. Never taking my eyes off hers, I let her adjust to my size as her nails dug into my back. The tear that slid out of the corner of her eye wet my lips as I kissed it away. Then, I had to move.
A slow slide out.
A greedy slam back inside.
This time she whispered my name as I repeated the pattern, wrapping those thick thighs around me like her beloved warm cocoa on a cold day. I fucked her in long, possessive strokes, fighting the word “mine” as it flitted through my head over and over. She held on to me as she met my thrusts, as hungry for me as I was for her.
From position to position, I drove home the old knowledge that it had alwaysbeenher and the new awareness that it would alwaysbeher. I took her body over and over, cumming in her and with her until she collapsed beneath me. She was asleep before I could roll us over. I stayed there, my dick filling her pussy, her breast filling my hand, and finally allowed the exhaustion from our efforts to lull me into the most peaceful sleep I had experienced in years.
I didn’t thinkI had another Christmas crowd in me so soon. But Aziza had looked at me with those big eyes and said, “Mama, please, they got a cocoa walk tonight. It’s like Ruston but at home. Daddy says they’re going to light up some of our trees,” and I fell for it. Again.
And I needed it after today. I’d woken up in Jabali’s arms, showered with him in my ensuite, where he’d proceeded to try to fuck me through the stone of the shower. We’d had breakfast after, and while Serena took the girls out to play, he’d dragged me back into my room and handed me my phone.
“Here,” he’d said. “Call them.”
I knew who he meant. I stared at my phone so long my eyes burned. Before I could talk myself out of it, I called my daddy.He picked up on the third ring and proceeded to crack my world in half.
“Hey, pumpkin.”
“Hey,” I said, settling onto my bed. “Are you alone?”
“I can be. What’s wrong? Is Aziza okay?” His tone changed immediately.
I exhaled shakily. “She’s fine. I’m not, though.”
There was a pause, then the sound of a door closing in the background.
“Alright. Talk to me,” he said.
“I talked to Jabali last night.” I was starting with what I needed to know. There was no use prolonging this.
Silence. Then a slow sigh. My heart pounded even harder than it had been.
“Okay.”
“I told him what you told me after the baby came. About how you went to him and he said I was just a fling. How he didn’t want to be tied down. How he was good on me.”
Daddy didn’t answer.
I went on. “I told him about the recording. How you played me his voice saying all of that.”
