“Sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he’d said, tightening his grip on my hand.
“You were. You’ve been in my heart and my head since the day you saved me,” was my reply.
The moment ended with another passionate kiss that made me just a little crazier over him before we hopped on his bike and headed to Ming’s. We lit up a second blunt when we made it back to my house, and that one gave me a slight high. Nothing too crazy, but enough to relax me and put me in a good mood. Sinceit had been so long since Wicked had Ming’s, we got as much food as we could fit in his backpack. He laughed heartily when I told him we were going to have to find a basket to put on his bike for our food runs. Now that I’d gotten to ride, I was obsessed. I’d still let him drive us around in my car for dates or shopping, but I was officially a biker girl.
As we ate, we talked more. He shared facts about himself, his family, and his business and investing before we talked about our likes and dislikes along with our hobbies and interests. That shifted into a conversation about our goals for the future, marriage, and how many kids we wanted. I was glad we both wanted a large family. Wicked and I had a lot in common, and the lives we wanted to live were in alignment. The conversation made me even more comfortable seeing where things could go between us.
The more we talked, the more relaxed I felt. When I started yawning, he laughed and suggested leaving, but I wanted him to stay.
“I’m going to take a shower and that’ll wake me back up,” I said.
“Bae, if you’re tired, sleep. I can come back tomorrow.”
“I know, but I want to spend more time with you tonight.”
Smiling, Wicked stood and pulled me close. “I’ll never deny you of anything, especially me. Go ahead and take your shower. I’ll be here.”
“Will you join me?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t deny me.
“And what will that lead to?”
“You want me to actually say it?”
Wicked smiled and nodded. “I need you to.”
“I want to give myself to you,” I confessed. “I want to experience you in every way possible.”
A low moan escaped him before he shook his head. “As much as I’d love to, I want you to have some time alone to think aboutthe choice you’re about to make,” he said, taking my hand into his and kissing it. “You’re already mine, but if you give yourself to me, it’s a wrap, Jelai. Nothing or no one will ever be able to separate us again. You’re going to have to choose me, regardless of what Chris or anyone else says. I want you to really think about that before you give yourself to me.”
My breath came out shaky as I nodded. “Okay, I will. You can use the guest bathroom down here. Everything you’ll need is in the linen closet.”
“Aight, bae. And there’s no rush. Take your time.”
Smiling softly, I leaned forward and pecked his soft, juicy lips. I pulled my shirt over my head as I told him, “I’m going to think about this, but I want you naked in my bed by the time my shower is over.”
Wicked’s chuckle was sexy. “Yes, ma’am.”
In the bathroom, I pulled my hair up, showered, and really thought about what I was going to do. Wicked and I were already locked in, and I agreed that taking things to the next level would only bring us closer. Yes, there were some obstacles standing in our way, but I wanted him, and as long as he wanted me, we could make this work.
By the time I stepped out of the shower, I was committed to sharing myself with Wicked. I oiled my body down, let my hair flow, and stepped out of the bathroom hoping he was still here and awake.
“I guess you made your decision,” he muttered, eyes roaming every inch of my naked frame. He could see every part of me except my breasts, since my hair covered them.
“I did. I see you did just as I asked,” I noticed, looking his smooth chest over.
“Slowly,” he commanded. “I wanna memorize every part of you as you make your way to me.”
Slowing down my steps, I walked over to him, making my way to his side of the bed as he requested. The sight of his dick growing under the sheet had my pussy getting even wetter. Lowering himself onto the bed, Wicked pointed to his face and said, “Sit right here.” When I tried to straddle him backwards, he used my hips to turn me so that I’d be facing the wall. “Don’t worry about me. Let me focus on you.”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue with that. Wicked didn’t waste any time once I was comfortably hovering over his face. He spread my ass cheeks and devoured me. Warmth spread through me as my legs tightened around him. Palms spread against the wall, I curled my toes as his tongue slurped and licked from my clit to my asshole. My spine tingled as he sucked and teased my clit until I came.
I gripped the headboard when his fingers slipped inside of me. His pace was steady as he licked and sucked my clit and fucked me with his fingers at the same time. My moans poured from how good Wicked was making me feel. He wasn’t the first man to eat me, but hewasthe first man to ever do it with a tenacity that suggested he wasn’t going to stop until I was weak from pleasure. He was the first man to ever do it as if he gained true pleasure from it—from pleasing me. By the time he allowed me to lay down, I’d cum five times, and my legs were trembling and weak.
My breathing was ragged as he hovered over me with that wicked smile.
“You good, bae?”
The amusement in his tone made me cover my face as I struggled to breathe. Pulling my hands down, Wicked kissed me gently. Tenderly. I cupped his cheeks and wrapped my legs around him, desperate for more, whether I could actually handle it or not.
