Seconds later he was off the phone and peering at me. “What’s wrong, Avery?”
North
The moment she walked into my office; I knew something was up. I could see all over her face that something was bothering her. But in true Ommy fashion, her actions didn't mirror that. She didn't want to talk right now. After I asked her fine ass what was wrong, she pressed her lips against mine. Then I felt her hands at my belt buckle. Nope, she definitely didn't want to talk yet.
She knew what she wanted, so instead of asking any more questions or denying her, I stood up with her on my lap and carried her over to my sofa. That motherfucker was new too, because she gave me nothing but her ass to kiss the last time she came to see me and saw the sofa that I fucked Santi on. She said it gave her flashbacks, so I bought a new fucking couch.
Once I was seated and she was on my lap, she broke our kiss and just peered at me. Her eyes held emotion that she wouldn't speak of right now.
“I need this. I need you,” she vaguely murmured before she freed me.
Biting into my bottom lip, I just watched her. She knew what she needed at this exact moment, so who was I to deny her?The woman I loved.
She reached between her legs rubbing against herself before lifting up slightly. By this time, my hands were on her sides and she was hovering over my shit. When she finally started to easedown I just knew I was about to lose it. It was pure fucking torture for both of us when she played the slow game.
“Sssshhh,'' she exhaled hard when she reached the base. Then she started to rock her hips back and forth slowly still torturing herself and me.
“Ff…uck.” I dug my teeth into my bottom lip with my fingertips buried in her sides. I just knew fingerprints would be embedded in her skin after this. I was going to get enough of letting her ass take charge when she rode me.
Lifting her dress up over her ass cheek I slapped her on the ass hard before gripping it with a quickness.
“Baby, I’m about to…” Her sentence trailed off while she craned her neck. She was staring up at the ceiling like God was who had her on this high. Nah, it was me, all me. Right when she thought she had it, I flipped her over onto her back and began to drill into her.
About an hour later, I sat at the chair on my desk debating if I was going to take my ass home and say fuck this workday while Ommy was in the washroom. As soon as I decided I was about to push through the day, she exited looking directly at me.
“You wanna tell me what that was about?” I watched her walk over and take a seat on the sofa. It was something about seeing my child growing inside of her that lit up my entire world. It made my chest swell.
She blinked a few times before rubbing her small stomach. “Why does it have to be some?—”
“You require a nigga to spill his whole fucking soul to you. Don’t you? So, don't hold back. What's up?”
She sat in a petulant silence for a minute before blowing a frustrated breath. “I saw my mother today.”
When that statement left her lips. I was already on my feet, approaching the space that she had now made herself comfortable in. I took a seat next to her and just looked at her.I was choosing my words wisely because I knew Omyia and her mother's absence was something that bothered her more often than she led on. She was like Namari in that aspect. “How did that go?”
“It didn't. She showed up to the shop trying to talk, but I guess she didn't expect my dad to be there. In so many words, he shut her down and she just went about her day.”
I nodded. “How do you feel about that?”
“Honestly, I don't know. I can't say I don't feel anything because that would be an absolute lie. I just don't know what I feel.” Now she was looking down like she was ashamed.
I leaned over and caressed her cheek before allowing my hand to go find its way to her cheek. Then I lifted her face and made her look at me before I began to speak, “That ain't shit to be ashamed of, because that's ya’ moms shorty. If you wanna hear her out or don't, all that is up to you. All of it.” Then I leaned forward and mashed my lip against her arms. I guess that was my way of comforting her without words as well.
When we parted, she just looked at me. Then after she allowed herself to accept that I was right she nodded her head.
Seconds later, my hand found its way to her belly. I couldn't be around her and not touch. Pride always filled my veins in those moments. “Now that's over, I got something that I want to talk to you about.”
“What's up?” She covered my hand with hers.
“I’on like not having you know shit. I need you to be up on everything that I'm in, so you'll never be out here blind.”
She nodded.
“You know that shit with Mari and whoever shot Surah hasn't been resolved. Things may get di?—”
“You're stepping back into the streets?”
“No, I'm going to let Namari handle his business on his own, but if he needs my help, I'm going to be there for my brother.”
