“I hear you. I’m not in the mood to be forced to listen,” she muttered, falling back into his arms after kissing his face. “I need to help Aunt Vi.”
“Nah, D got it. You need to relax, the last twenty-four hours have been wild.”
Emani nodded and yawned. “You not lyin’. My body feels like I fought a gang of niggas.”
“You did,” Jahlil snickered. “Yo, why would you throw plates?”
“I would’ve thrown the kitchen sink if I could’ve. Ol’ bitch.”
32 /JAHLIL
“Good morning,”he groaned against her cheek, his large hands finding their way into the pajama pants she fished out of her things hours ago.
Emani tiredly hummed back. “Sanaa.”
“I put her kicking ass back in her bed two hours after she fell asleep,” Jahlil shared, pulling Emani closer to him. “You not hot in these pants?”
“Burning up,” Emani muttered back. “You didn’t have to move her. She’s a good cuddler.”
“Her daddy is better,” he rumbled against her lips. “Body still sore?”
“Yeah, might go get a massage or something today. Since everyone is leaving me.”
“I got it handled.” Between the words he spoke, he kissed her face and neck and pushed a hand under her shirt to massage her breasts.
Emani melted under his touch.
“Oh so, your dick is going to make the soreness go away?” she sassed, adjusting her body underneath the weight of him.
Pushing the shirt she wore completely over her head and tossing it across the room, he continued his pursuit. “The masseuse is coming after your meeting. Derrick is coming to do your hair. By the time you’re done, I’ll be pulling up to take you to lunch.”
He pressed his thumb against her bud and groaned in contact with the immediate wetness of her center. Emani’s breathing slowed as she pulled in a deep breath, prepping herself for the sweet torture of his tongue.
“Ohhh, I get a date?” she hummed, as she rubbed his bare shoulders.
“You do,” he said with a kiss to her lower lips. “You deserve a date.”
“What else do I deserve?” she questioned, shuddering beneath his kisses. Sweet and soft, only prepping her for the swipes of his tongue and suction of his lips.
“Every fuckin’ thing,” he groaned, inhaling her scent and pushing her legs open and up. “Pillow.”
Emani grabbed the pillow and placed it over her mouth, gasping into as he pulled her bud into a suction. Tongue flickering, his long fingers pushing in and out of her. Her hips grinded over his face covering him in her honey, just the way he wanted. There was no other reason he woke her up this early. He had training in an hour and wanted her scent gracing his nose.
The muffled moans were music to his ears and told him exactly what he could feel. His Rose was going to rain down on him and he wanted to be inside when it happened. Releasing her, he rested on his knees and smacked her thighs.
Jahlil grunted, enjoying how they rippled before gritting his command. “Ass up. Face in the pillow.”
Before Emani turned over, she sat up and licked her juices from his lips. “Mmm.”
“Mmhmm. You only sweet for me.”
“You know it,” she quipped back, turning over and twerking her round ass. Jahlil smacked it, earning him a moan that fused with a giggle.
“We got a house full of kids,” he groaned, warring with himself to remain as quiet as possible. “Gon’ have more you keep doing that shit.”
“Want me to stop?” Emani teased, biting her lip and tooting her ass up more. “I can stop.”
Jahlil was out of his shorts and thrusting into her.
