“Nope.”
I lifted and rested my forehead against the side of her face and put my mouth to her ear. “Yale Forrester, accept my apology,” I said, then laughed. “Or I’m going to bother you until it’s time for me to get up.”
“No,” she stubbornly said, and I moved back.
“Fine, this shit is all your fault then,” I said, and then started tickling her. Yale was ticklish as fuck.
“Stop!” she laughed and tried to move away from me, but I ended up between her legs, using one hand to hold her armsabove her head and tickling her with my free hand. “Amethyst! Stop!”
“Accept my apology,” I said as I tickled her. “Say you accept it, and I’ll let you go!”
“Okay!” she laughed, trying to move, but I wasn’t having it. I wasn’t letting her go, and she knew it. “Okay! I accept now, stop!”
“You sure?” I looked down at her and smirked. “Because if you aren’t sure, then I can keep going until you do.”
“No!” she sighed and blew out a deep breath. “I accept, now let me go!” She smiled at me, and I swear a nigga heart stopped for a second. She was so damn pretty, man, it blew my fucking mind.
“Fine,” I said, then let her go, but didn’t move from between her legs.
“Your birthday is tomorrow,” Yale said, and I nodded. “What’s the plan?”
“Whatever you want to do,” I answered, and she rolled her eyes. I tapped her nose and shook my head. “Your eyes are going to get stuck if you keep doing that.”
“It’s your birthday, yet you want to do what I want?” she asked, and I nodded. “That’s not how it works.”
I trailed my index finger along her jaw, then down her throat, before moving it back up and tracing her bottom lip. “For me it does,” I replied. “Whatever you want to do is the only option. You want to chill, we can; you want to go out, I can make that happen.” I looked at her to see her eyes low. “I just want to be with you; nothing else matters.”
“Same,” she said, then nodded. “That’s all I want too.”
My hands went to her thighs, and I rubbed my hands against them. Yale bit into her bottom lip, and I was debating how far I wanted this to go. Her body was responding to my touch just like mine was reacting to hers. My dick was hard as fuck, and therewas no doubt that she could feel it through her shorts because I could feel how hot her pussy was.
I licked my lips and shook my head. I was going to kill this girl’s husband, and take away the joy that she knew, and as selfish as it sounded, I couldn’t wait because I knew Grant’s bitch ass should’ve never been in this position in the first place. This is where Yale belonged, in my bed, me between her thighs, carrying my fucking last name.
“I’m about to be selfish,” I finally said. Yale looked up from where my hand was on her thigh and lifted her brow. Her eyes were still low, but with lust and not sleep. I licked my lips and smirked. “I’m not sorry either, before you ask.”
“About tickling me?” she asked with a laugh. “Sir, you’ve been doing that for years. I’m used to it.” I licked my lips again and shook my head. “No?”
“Nah,” I laughed and moved my hands up her thighs to her stomach. I traced my name onto her stomach, wishing that shit could be seen, then moved up to palm her titties. Yale’s breath hitched when I pinched her nipples, but I didn’t stop moving. My right hand went around her throat, and I used my left hand to hold my weight as I lowered. “For this,” I said, then nibbled on her bottom lip. I was giving her a chance to tell me to stop, and when she didn’t, I chuckled and shook my head. “Time’s up.”
I kissed Yale with every bit of passion I’d been feeling for the last ten-plus years. She whimpered, and I deepened the kiss. She tasted like everything I’d been missing and craving, and I didn’t realize it, but I knew I needed. Her legs went around my waist, and my dick jumped.
My phone started ringing, but I didn’t give a fuck. Whoever was calling would have to call back later, and by later, I meant hours from now. Yale’s hand went to my hair, and her nails scraped against my scalp as we kissed. If she thought for one second, I would ever regret this shit, then she had another thingcoming because the only thing I ever regretted was taking so long to kiss her like this, finally.
I let go of her throat and pushed my hand between our bodies to get to her pussy. She was moving against my dick, and I knew she needed some kind of relief. I moved her shorts to the side and pushed my fingers into her pussy.
Yale pulled her mouth from mine and moaned. I rested my forehead against her and stared down at her. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I watched as every emotion raced through her eyes. I pressed my thumb against her clit, and her eyes squeezed closed. I could feel her pussy starting to spasm, and I sped up my movements. I wanted to see her face when she fell apart.
“Amethyst,” she moaned, then pulled at my hair. “Shit!”
I didn’t have anything to say because I’d already told her how I felt - I wanted to be with her, and now I had to prove it. Her breathing picked up, and I moved faster. Her back arched off the bed. I knew she was about to orgasm, and seconds later, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and I was witnessing the most incredible show in the world. Watching Yale cum would be embedded in my mind for the rest of my life. When she was done, I waited until she was staring up at me, and I pulled my hand from her pussy. Slowly, I licked my fingers clean and then kissed her again.
Her mouth was addictive, and the taste of her pussy would be my new favorite flavor. I hadn’t even put my dick into her yet, and I knew that was going to be my favorite place to live.
Yeah, I needed to kill Grant ASAP because this sample would never be enough.
“I’m never going to be sorry,” I said, then kissed her again.
Chapter fourteen
