The metal of her lip piercings greet me. One of my hands slid into her hair, tilting her head so I could deepen it. Her lips part on a quiet sound that goes straight to my bloodstream.
The bed shifts under us as I press her down into the mattress. My weight settles over her and I don’t rush it. I let her feel every inch of me moving over her.
Her hands drag down my chest, impatient.
“Hurry the fuck up,” she moans into my mouth.
I break the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head. She watches me the entire time, the green on her eyes are all gone now that her pupils are blown wide.
She has to be in a trance.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
She does but barely.
I huff a quiet laugh, “Ha. I’m gonna need more space than that, babes.”
Her eyes flash. Then she slides her heels along the sheets, opening wider this time, the sheets whisper under her movement.
“Better?” she murmurs.
“Much.”
I trail my mouth down her jaw… her neck… stopping to press a slow kiss just below her ear. Her breath shivers out. My hands move to her waist, pushing her top up inch by inch, lips following the path of bare skin revealed. She arches into me, restless.
“Patience Jelly,” I murmur against her stomach.
“Call me Jelly again and this ends.”
I smirk against her skin. With the way she’s arching into me? She ain’t stopping shit.
My hands hook into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her thighs slowly, not breaking eye contact the entire time.
I drag my hands down her legs, palms smoothing over her thighs, her knees, her calves, just appreciating the shape of her.
Then I lift one ankle, making the anklets she stacked so many of clank as I press a slow kiss to the inside of her foot.
She jerks slightly, surprised. “Jabari…”
I look up at her from between her legs, holding her gaze and then kiss along her arch, letting my mouth explore. Her toes are a different color now—Red? Purple?
It’s hard to see in the dark. Still, my tongue drags the polish before wrapping my mouth around a few and sucking.
Her fingers tangle in the sheets. A breath escapes her that sounds nothing like teasing now.
“You like that, huh?”
Her chest rises and falls faster instead of answering. Now I know I’m not the only one losing control.
I move between her, using my thighs to spread her further with her leg now over my shoulder. I position myself outside and wait.
She props herself up on her elbows.
“Well?”
“Oh, are you ready?” I ask.
She stares at me like I have three heads. “Are you taking the fucking piss? Am I ready? The fuck did you ask me to spread my legs for?”
