“Whatever she wants she’ll get it. Whatever she’s on, I’m with it. She got me wrapped up and I’m down. I got to keep her around,” Jahlil continued, closing the space between and hooking her chin. “She got my heart. Don’t matter how long we’ve been apart. My pretty lady. My baby. My girl.”
His kiss to her lips was slow, further intoxicating her. Slow sensual swipes of his tongue over hers. Gentle nips and sucks to her lips, enticing a moan from Emani’s depths. He had her suspended.
“Can we,” Emani started breathlessly. “Get out of here? Please.”
“You know that shit with him is over right?” Jahlil questioned more like a statement. A cocky smirk making his words sink in further than they had throughout the night.
Emani nodded, a spark in her eye, excited by his confidence. No other man on earth could claim or reclaim her without worry of the backlash. “Yeah, I know.”
“Aight.”
“Let me get on your back, though,” Emani directed, her arms ready to hoist herself on his back. “My feet are on fire. The liquor was taking my mind off of it but shit.”
“Oh you don’t care about the cameras?”
“Don’t give a fuck actually. Do you?”
“You know me better than that,” Jahlil replied.
Once on his back, Emani wrapped her arms around his neck and inhaled the mixture of cologne and sweat off of his skin. She groaned softly into his ear. That seemed to be the encouragement Jahlil needed to carry her from the party to the rented house. When inside, he placed her on the foyer table and removed the heels from her feet.
“Thank you.”
“For the ride or taking those heels off?”
Emani smirked seductively. “The heels. For the ride, a ride for payment?”
There was a way Emani had always requested sex from him that had him tripping over himself to get to her. Now wasn’t any different. The proof that they were still tied to each other was evident.
Emani’s wiggle off of the table was accompanied by a graze of her round ass against him. “I’m going to take a shower, you coming?”
Jahlil didn’t bother verbalizing his agreement. His response was in the pep in his step as he took the stairs behind her. With each anticipated step, Jahlil remembered every intimate moment he shared with Emani. That first time buried inside of her without protection and he prayed to the moon and stars not to bust quick or alter their futures.
A thick cloud of passion filled the space quicker than the steam coming from the shower Emani started. He watched her, heavy lustful lids, and smirked to himself. Funny how things came full circle. That then, and even now, when Emani’s confidence had been tested, she still held on to it. Every article of clothing, Emani removed with intention and captivity. The tank top dropped to the floor exposing the pair of beautifully perky breasts that could fit into the palms of his hands. Nipples that made him groan with the muscle memory of nipping, licking, and suckling them. His eyes trailed down her midsection, the belly ring they betted on whether or not she would get if she reneged in her first-ever spades game. The basic, silver thirty dollar belly ring had now been replaced by gold and diamond ring that glimmered under the light.
She wiggled out her shorts next. Down over her naturally round hips and plump ass. The black lace panties rested against her waxed mound. Her thumbs glided underneath the sides of the panties.
“Take them off,” his voice rumbled. Emani nipped her lip and pushed them down her thick, golden brown thighs. Jahlil closed the space between them, his hand out for her panties.
She groaned. “Mm mm.”
“Why not?” he grumbled.
“I don’t know if you still love me,” she muttered with a coyness.
Emani’s taunt made him hang his head lower and his hands grip her thighs and place her atop the cold bathroom counter. He tilted her chin upward, covering her lips with his.
“Seven years and it never went away. I tried burying it. Covering it up with everything else and when you strip me down to nothing, you’re at the center.”
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Savage?” Emani asked, letting her fingers dance to the top of his pants.
“I don’t need to seduce you. That’s a given.”
Emani dangled her panties in the air, taunting him with her aroma. Jahlil grasped them, inhaled her scent as if he’d longed for it.
“Take that shit off,” Emani commanded softly. “All of it.”
Jahlil found himself on a balance beam – delicately maneuvering the power between both of them. Their natural tug of war because when it came to what she needed from him, she’d never been shy. Soft, never shy. Jahlil loved that about her.
