“Nah. I don’t,” he admits. “Durags and the Army don’t mix, so I never used one.”
“How long were you in the Army?”
“I retired after eight years.”
“Why?”
“I was trying to save my marriage,” he utters.
“Oh sorry.” She apologizes for her intrusiveness but his response lets her know that apology isn’t warranted.
“Nah. It’s cool, for real. During my stint, I was deployed four times. I missed out on so much of Quise’s life. A teenage boy, a Black boy, needs his father, especially during that time. I wasn’t there. That shit fucked with me. Plus, I started noticing shit with Charis too. She was distant and always out with her girls. At least that’s what she said but I found out that shit was a lie. She was fucking around on me,” he reveals.
“Shit!” she exclaims then sighs. “That had to hurt.”
“That shit didn’t feel good.”
“I know.”
“Your ex cheated?”
“That and so much more. He wasn’t a good person and I mean at all. A black hearted bastard actually.”
“Where he at now?” he asks.
“Hopefully on the way to hell soon.”
“Did he hurt you?” he asks.
Too many times to count.“Let’s not let that ruin this. I’m just glad he fucked up and really glad ol’ girl fucked up with you too. If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here grinning with legs that won’t move and a coochie that won’t stop throbbing,” she says, then laughs.
He pushes up on his palms then hovers over her. With a devious but sexy as hell smirk, he dips and passionately kisses her lips. When he frees her mouth, he peers into her captivating eyes.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says before planting a kiss on her forehead. “I can look at you all damn day.”
“Just look?” she asks, tone drenched with lust.
“I mean… I would love to do more but you said she’s throbbing. I don’t want to mess with her throbbing and shit,” he says smugly and she laughs.
“Oh, no,” she says while shaking her head. “She loves to throb, especially the way you make her throb.”
“Is that right?”
Akeem doesn’t wait for her answer. Her eyes say all he needs to know. He dips again, this time kissing the side of her neck. With each movement, he keeps his eyes on her pretty but anxious face and she doesn’t shy away, returning his lustful stare.
Their eyes remain locked as he trails his tongue across her collarbone, down her cleavage, and around her belly button. When he reaches her throbbing pussy, he inhales her loudly.
“Shit! You smell as good as you taste,” he groans before diving in.
He starts with gentle kisses, peppering them on her lower lips, slit, and opening. His deliberate and tender pecks drive her wild and she trembles slightly as a chill rushes over her. The feeling heightens when he replaces his lips with his tongue and moves to her swollen clit. Her breath catches in her throat as he blesses her clit—licking, kissing, and occasionally sucking.
“Fuck!” she exclaims, then throws her head back in pure ecstasy.
Her body unravels beneath him. Her legs squirm, her chest heaves, and her fingers dig into the bedsheets, fueling his desire to please her.
Continuing the assault on her clit, he rubs two of his fingers between her wet lower lips, planting kisses before inserting them. Her tight, wet walls clamp around his fingers as he moves them in and out of her with precision.
“Akeem! Shit! I…can’t…God!” she stammers as her body moves erratically.
