Undressing for her, he held eye contact. The thick steam dancing around them swayed with their movements. Emani tip-toed into the shower and Jahlil was right behind her. He watched her pour the body wash onto the towel. His tense shoulders relaxed when the warmth of the towel and luxury bodywash touched his skin.
After a week of games, practices, classes and managing Andrew, his body would tense. Though he never said anything, she could tell by the hike of his shoulders that he was stressed. Emani would hum softly, wait until Andrew was sound asleep before pulling him into the tiny shower of the apartment.
Jahlil placed his hands on the shower wall, groaning at her touch. If he ever wondered whether or not she still held a light for him after all of the years that lapsed between them, this answered it. This sealed the deal. She urged him to turn around. The weight of her presence almost too heavy to hold.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, cupping her face. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, E.”
“All is forgiven, Jah.”
“Like that?”
“We’ll have a million more battles to fight, let this one be one we don’t revisit. What I want from tonight moving forward is to be yours again. And I want you to be mine.”
“Whatever you want.” The assurance was sealed with a deep kiss and grip of her ass. He returned the favor. Washed her, massaged her shoulders. Carried her out of the shower, dried her off, and laid her in the middle of the made bed.
“You just going to stare at me?” Emani toyed as Jahlil dipped his fingers into her body butter.
“I am because I deprived myself of years of adoring you. You don’t like being adored no more?” he quizzed, warming the scented butter in his hands and placing them on her thighs. He massaged the soreness from them. “Don’t matter if you say no, I’m not going to stop.”
“I like it,” Emani buzzed. His strong hands alleviating the days of rehearsals, walk throughs, and the ultimate performance. “If I remember correctly, this is how you got me the first time.”
“Uh,” Jahlil spoke with a rumble of a lingering laugh. “That first time was all on you. Talking about ‘my feet hurt, Jahlil, do something about it’. Then I had pussy in my face.”
Emani corrected. “Sweet pussy. Your words not mine.”
“Shit is better than candy, I swear. Still sweet?”
“You’ll have to find out. It’s right there.”
Jahlil nipped his lip and finished massaging her calves before dragging her to the edge of the bed. Emani yelped then giggled. “Pretty muhfucka.”
Emani grinned. “I could say the same.”
“No one will ever get away with that but you,” he hummed, gliding his long fingers over her lips and lowering himself to his knees. One swipe of his tongue over her smooth center and he moaned. He did it again, making Emani’s body sink further into the mattress. The third time, her moans were now audible. “Sweet pussy. Mine.”
Emani’s hands found the back of his head and her hips grinded against his face. “All yours. Been yours.”
“Mmhmm,” Jahlil groaned, slurping her up.
“Eat that shit up, Savage.”
Jahlil flashed her a look and his eyes went dark. Emani bit a grin, knowing exactly what she was doing. His arms locked around her thighs tighter, holding her in place as he latched onto her bud. Spinning, flickering, and twirling his tongue before slurping up the sweet nectar.
“Forever mine.”
21 /EMANI
Every nervein her body was on fire. Depriving herself of this for all this time seemed criminal. Jahlil knew her. He studied her. He listened to her. There was no huffing and puffing, unnecessary sweating and bullshit phrases that seemed to hype egos and do nothing for her.
Jahlil pinched her nipples, pulling her back. He was still feasting between her thighs. Not an inch of her from her waist to the curve of her ass went untouched. His fingers in and out and all over her. Emani lifted his hand to her mouth and sucked her essence off of his fingers and moaned at the taste.
He was back on her bud, his thumb placed on the space between her clit and opening and two fingers inside fighting through the tightness of her body’s response. A heated tightness and flood of sweet honey. Emani dropped her head back, mouth open and her body writhing in his hold.
“Jahhh,” she crooned. “Y-yessss.”
“All of it,” he groaned between slurps. “I want all of it.”
Emani’s chest rose and fell while Jahlil took her to heights she hadn’t soared since she walked away from him. Unnecessary pain she put her mind, heart, body, and soul through for the sake of not having the pain of watching him leave her later. The stupidest thing she’d ever done. Stupid shit she had done needed to be rectified too.
