“Promise me,” she said.
“Promise you what?”
“That you’ll come home.” Her eyes searched mine. “I know you have to do this. I know Vivica has to pay for what she did. But I need you to promise me that you’ll come back. That you won’t do anything stupid. That you won’t get yourself killed or locked up trying to get revenge.”
“I promise.”
“Say it again.”
I cupped her face in my hands, made sure she could see the truth in my eyes.
“I promise I will come home to you. To Yusef. To our baby girl. Nothing in this world could keep me away from my family.” I kissed her forehead. “You hear me? Nothing.”
She nodded slowly, then pulled me down for a real kiss that was deep and desperate, saying everything words couldn’t.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “Before you go. I need to feel you.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
I kissed her deep, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting the nectar in her mouth. My hands found the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up and over her head. No bra. No panties. Just her—all that soft, deep cocoa skin and those full breasts and that round belly carrying my seed.
“Turn around,” I said against her lips.
She obeyed, turning to face the window, the LA skyline spread out before us. I pressed myself against her back, letting her feel how hard I was through my sweats. My hands came around to cup her breasts, heavy and swollen. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and she moaned, pressing her ass back against me.
“You know how crazy you make me?” I growled in her ear. “Walking around here with all this body. Got me wanting to stay home and live between your thighs.”
“Then stay.”
“Can’t.” I slid one hand down her belly, down between her legs. She was already wet. Dripping. “But I’ma give you something to remember while I’m gone.”
I pushed my sweats down and bent her forward slightly, one hand on her hip, the other guiding myself to her entrance. I teased her with the tip, sliding it through her wetness, bumping her clit until she was whimpering.
“Prime, please?—”
I pushed in.
Slow. Inch by inch. Letting her feel every bit of me stretching her open. She gasped, her hands flying to the windowsill to brace herself.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Take all of it.”
When I bottomed out, I stayed there for a moment, buried deep, feeling her pulse around me. Then I started to move.
Long strokes at first. Pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in deep. Her moans fogged the glass in front of her. I gripped her hips tighter, watching myself disappear inside her over and over.
“Look at you,” I said, my voice rough. “Taking this dick like a good girl. Like you was built for me.”
“I was,” she panted. “Only for you.”
I picked up the pace. Harder now. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. She was throwing it back, matching my rhythm, her ass bouncing against me every time I thrust forward.
“Fuck, Zai.” I reached around, found her clit, started rubbing circles. “This pussy got me addicted. Can’t nobody else ever have this. You understand me?”
“Yes— oh God, yes?—”
“Say my name.”
“Prime!”
