Jamari pulled his lips from mine and stared into my eyes. I got lost in the pools of his gaze as emotions played across hisface. I leaned up and brushed my lips against his. He hissed and dropped his head.
"Damn, what are you doing to me?"
As much as I wanted to confess that I wanted him to like me as much as I liked him, I didn't.
"Right now, I'm getting you as hot for me as I am for you. I want to feel my pussy wrap tightly around your dick. I should be asking you what you do to me."
He groaned and hungrily smashed his lips to mine.
As soon as our clothes came off, and Jamari buried himself so deep inside of me, I arched my back, loudly moaning as I bit down on my bottom lip. His dick inside me felt like it belonged. Maybe that was a sign I needed to continue pushing forward with this man.
"Fuck. You're so tight and wet," he groaned, kissing the side of my face. His lips were so soft against my skin.
Before I could say anything, he thrust deep inside me, causing both of us to moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked up speed, stroking in and out of me. His strokes were powerful, causing me to move with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, but he removed them.
"Nah, I want you to stay open for me. I loved being deep inside of you."
With that, he leaned up and pulled all the way out of me and thrust harder inside. I cried out as tears welled in my eyes. "Damn, man. Shit." He lowered himself back down on me and buried his face in the crook of my neck, placing butterfly kisses across it.
I hissed as I felt my juices flowing out of my pussy. I had never been as wet as I was right now. If I hadn't bitten down on my bottom lip, I'd probably blurt out something senseless. This man made love to me as if I had never had sex before. The feelings that course through my body shouldn't be here. It wasthe kisses he gave me while he stroked my body as if it would be the last time we fucked. I'd make sure that didn't happen. If I could get this every day of the week, I'd be happy.
"Jamari," I called out his name.
He lifted up and peered into my eyes. I gasped as an emotion came over my body that had me crying out his name again. The orgasm struck me, stealing all the wind out of me. Jamari wasn't too far behind me as he groaned and picked up his pace until he growled out his release.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he tried to catch his breath. My hands moved up and down his back as I kissed his shoulder. The emotions he pulled out of me had me feeling emotional. Why in the living hell did he have to come into my life the way he did? Now, I didn't want to let him go. I just needed him not to be so standoffish with me.
He pulled himself out of me, and I felt the loss. I sat up and reached for my dress, which was on the floor. My pussy was still wet from having him thrust in and out of me.
We put on our clothes in silence. I ran a hand through my tangled hair and licked my lips. No words were spoken. As much as I wanted to say something, my words were stuck.
Jamari pulled his cellphone out and hissed. "Damn, I've got to head home."
My heart dropped at his words. "Oh, okay."
"It's not because I want to. I have to go get my siblings off the bus."
I gave a stiff nod. "It's cool." I stood up and pushed my hair out of my face.
Jamari stood up, too, and I walked with him to the door.
I pasted a smile onto my face. "Thanks for today. I enjoyed myself."
Jamari smirked and pulled me into his arms. "I did too." He lowered his head and kissed my lips. I clung to him, not wantingto let go, but I knew I had to. He pulled away and touched his forehead to mine. "I've got to go."
I nodded and went to open the door. He slipped out, looking back at me. I closed the door and leaned against it. If I weren't careful, I knew I'd be in big trouble with my heart.
I wantedto be anywhere but here. My father and Brenda argued as if I wasn’t here. I felt so out of place. Why couldn’t they wait until I left to argue like it was no tomorrow? Ever since Brenda had walked through the door, she had an attitude with my father. She had barely spoken to me too, but I paid that no attention. She was out for my father’s head, and I didn’t know how to feel about that. My father had been home from the hospital for two days, and we’d been talking to each other.
“If you would leave that bitch alone, we wouldn’t be having this damn problem. Why is she always calling you?” Brenda asked heatedly.
I wondered who she was talking about. I hoped like hell it wasn’t my mother she was talking about. It would be some major problems if my mother was the person she called a bitch.
“You need to chill out. Don’t bring her into this,” my father growled.
Brenda folded her arms across her chest and shot daggers at him. “And why not? You should’ve thought of that before youtalked to that bitch. Now she’s calling you like she has no damn sense. She needs to go get a life. She’s your ex-wife a reason.”
I hated to butt into their conversation, but it felt like she was talking about my mother. As far as I knew, my mother was the only person my father talked to that was his ex-wife. I didn’t know if he talked to his other one, but my mother and him were tight.
