Jahlil kissed back up her body, finding her mouth, and her hands found his pulsating dick. She used the precum dripping from the tip of his corded length as lubricant as she rocked her hand up and down and twisted it around. “You want that shit, take that shit.”
Emani sat up and bit his lip. “You know better than to tell me what to do.”
“I’m the only nigga in life that can tell you what to do. And you know it.”
“With every fiber of my being, Savage.”
Jahlil rattled in throaty growl. “You know what you doin’. That’s what you want?”
“I’ve been subjected to years without you. I want,” Emani paused to kiss down his body, repositioning them. “Every damn thing.”
Her mouth ended on the tip of his jumping dick. He watched as she licked his arousal from it. Those alluring eyes flashed with seduction refusing to look away from him. Jahlil raked his teeth over his full bottom lip, he didn’t blink. Those dazzling eyes of his took her in, that, along with his length hitting the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down, made her pussy leak.
Yeah, he was like that – letting him go again was not up for discussion. Step momma, carving out time on purpose, cooking his meals, washing his drawls. For whatever she had to do, she’d do happily.
Jahlil gathered her hair in his hand, clearing the view of her devouring him. “Yeah, E.”
That encouragement prompted her to press her wet palms against him and give him the best head to date, with no hands. She listened to his body, the breathing, noted the curl of his toes, keeping her motion until his release shot down her throat and oozed out the corners of her mouth. Jahlil’s body shook and a low rumble left his lips. His hands gripped her hair so tight, the HD transparent lace of her wig lifted more.
When his sight fully returned, he peeled the rest of it from her head and tossed it. The motion earning him a squint of the eyes. “That’s good hair.”
“I like this shit better,” he countered, as she stood and rested her hands on his tattooed shoulders. He studied her flesh, almost blemish-free outside of a scar so faint, anyone else would have to squint to see it. Emani watched him glare at it. “You’re beautiful. My Rose.”
She blushed, reddening all over her body. “I love it when you call me that.”
He brushed his thumb over the faint scar and kissed it. A silent solidification that pain wouldn’t revisit her in the form it had before. Her protector was back. Emani reveled in the softness of his touch and knew that this was just the buildup. She straddled his lap and peppered kisses to his face. The pads of his fingers tracing over her soft skin.
She reached between them, leaning up on her knees, allowing the space needed to position him at her opening and reacquaint them. Inch for glorious inch, they pulled in a twin inhale. He flipped her over, finishing his entry before halting his movement.
Emani pulled him down by the twin necklaces dangling around his neck. He placed her legs over his shoulders, steadying himself.
“Welcome home, Savage,” she purred, licking his lips and his face. That was all the words he needed to grind, pump, and stroke her into oblivion. Unrelenting in his mission to pull their soul tie tighter than it had been.
No moan, pant of his name, or scratch against his skin was wasted. She flipped them over, bouncing her ass up and down like she’d done to the beat all night. Riding him like he was the last man on earth and this needed to be done. Emani’s nails dug into his chest, his hand rested at the base of her neck.
“Ride that muhfucka, Rose,” he grumbled, as he shuddered.
She didn’t take her eyes off him, giving it all she had after years of barely-there, lazy sex. Every bounce, nip, stroke, and kiss was reawakening her. Growing and budding so she could bloom, only for him, just like before.
Jahlil looked down between them. “Got that pretty pussy creaming like that.”
“Only for you,” she admitted breathlessly. “Only for you.”
“You gon’ fuck around and have a nigga’s baby.”
“I’ll have all of them,” she moaned, reaching her climax. “Give me all of them.”
22 /JOANNA
“Say yay, Malachi. Yay,”Joanna coached. Malachi smiled and grinned but there were no words. A happy grunt but never any words. No mama, dada, hi, bye – nothing. Two and a half years and nothing. To say it broke her heart was an understatement. But she had yet to come to terms with karma. Betraying your best friend in the worst way possible had it’s repercussions.
Malachi grunted, smiled, clapped his hands and moved the blocks over.
“You ever thought about having another one?” Janet asked from across the living room of the beach home. She enjoyed her birthday getaway with the same three people she’d requested for the last three years. She liked Joanna because she was easy. Not too ambitious, or too loud, or too independent. Joanna was her reflection and women like Emani challenged her comfort rooted in mediocrity.
Joanna briefly took her eyes off of Malachi. “If Malik wants more. We’re in this weird space right now. Considering there’s a wedding next week.”
Her words were bitter. Malik had every opportunity to choose her and he hadn’t. She was desperate and desperate times called for desperate measures. A ticking bomb, she’d been patiently waiting on to explode. Any moment now, Joanna was going to position herself to have Malik to herself once and for all.
