Sha’Nelle made a sound on the other end like she already knew what time it was.
“Oh, here you go,” she replied. “Mr. Don’t-Play-About-My-Daughter comin’ through.”
Kay’Lo smirked, pullin the sweatpants up on his hips, not even entertainin’ her too much, ’cause when it came to My’Love, he wasn’t playin’ with nobody, and everybody knew that.
I stayed laid back on the bed watchin’ him, and takin’ him in again now that everything between us felt… right.
Before he walked out, he turned back toward me.
That look in his eyes was still there. It was heavy and felt so real.
He stepped back over to the bed and leaned down, kissin’ me slow, and I kissed him back the same way, lettin’ it linger longer than necessary.
When he pulled back, he looked at me for a second like he wasn’t in no hurry to leave.
I watched him walk out the room after that, goin’ to get our baby, and I stayed in the bed, still feelin’ him on me. I could still feel the way he looked at me, and was holdin’ on to that moment, finally understandin’ what it meant to have my man back the way I was supposed to.
Kay’Lo had bathed My’Love real good, got her dressed and fed, and burped her. By the time he laid her down in her bassinet, she was sleep. She had been knocked out for about two hours straight.
And for that whole two hours, me and my husband had been all over each other like we was tryna make up for every second we lost.
He took his time with me, and had me laid back while he got between my legs and sucked my pussy slow like he was relearnin’ my body all over again. His face stayed buried in me, his lips wet and glistenin’ from how much he had me open for him. I could feel his tongue drag up my slit slow. It flicked up over my clit, soft at first, then harder, like he was testin’ what made me react the most.
The way he was lickin’ and suckin’ on my clit had my thighs shakin’ and my fingers buried deep in the sheets while I cried out his name like I forgot how good he could make me feel. His jaw worked slow, his lips closin’ around me like he ain’t wanna let me go. He sucked my pussy so good, it made my hips lift off the bed.
“Kay’Lo…” I cried, my voice breakin’, my legs tryna close around his head but he held me open.
He pulled back just a lil’, his breath warm against me and his lips still wet before he dipped right back down. His tongue slid through me again. My body jerked when he focused right on my clit again, flickin’ it quick with the tip of his tongue before layin’ it flat and suckin’ it back into his mouth.
My head fell back as my back arched off the bed while my body started givin’ in to it. Every lick felt stronger than the last, and the shit had me shakin’.
He ain’t just touch me, though. He paid attention to me, kissin’ all over my body, suckin’ on my titties and leavin’ deep red marks all along my neck, and I ain’t even try to stop him ’cause I was markin’ him right the fuck back, suckin’ on his neck and draggin’ my nails down his back while I took everything he was givin’ me.
When I got on top of him, ridin’ him slow, I threw my head back while my hands pressed against his chest. The way he looked up at me had my whole body heatin’ up all over again.
“Yeah… ride it just like this baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough while his hands slid up my sides and gripped me tight.
I rolled my hips against him, feelin’ his dick push in me deeper with every move, and he let out a sound that went straight through me.
“I been missin’ this,” he said, his fingers diggin’ into my hips while he guided me, watchin’ me with this hazy look in his eyes. “I been missin’ you, mama… all this.”
We moved together like we remembered each other without sayin’ it out loud, switchin’ positions, touchin’, kissin’, holdin’ on like neither one of us wanted to break the connection, and even when our bodies was tired, we still kept goin’ ’cause it wasn’t just about the feelin’. It was about us bein’ back with each other.
The candles was lit low and the room felt warm around us, and even though we ain’t have nothin’ left to give, we still couldn’t let each other go. That alone had me wetter than before, my body still reactin’ to him like it always did.
I was now laid out on the bed with my chest pressed into the mattress while Kay’Lo was behind me, his knees sunk into the bed and his body pressed close while his dick stayed deep inside me, and I rolled my hips back slow, grindin’ against his abs.
The way my ass pressed into his lower stomach every time I moved made him grip me tighter. His hands slid over my hips with his fingers spread like he was holdin’ me in place, not lettin’ me get away from him while he watched how I moved on him.
“Yeah…” he let out low, his voice thick, and strained like he was fightin’ that feelin’. “Don’t stop… keep doin’ that… just like that…”
“It feel good baby?” I asked, my voice soft while I kept movin’, pushin’ my hips back into him, feelin’ how deep his dick sat inside me every time I rolled into him.
“Hell yeah,” he breathed, his grip tightenin’. “Keep grindin’ back on me like that…”
His thumbs pressed into my hips while he started movin’ with me, matchin’ my pace. Every slow roll I gave him, he answered it with a deep push forward, keepin’ his dick buried while his hips met mine in that same slow rhythm.
He stayed upright behind me, watchin’ the way my body moved on him, guidin’ it when I got off pace, and pullin’ me back just enough to keep that pressure right where he wanted it.
