After wrapping his arms around her, he rests his head on her shoulder and says, “Like I told you before, bae, yes, they know you are here with me. My moms is excited to meet you and I know she’s going to love you. You’re not going anywhere but back in the bedroom so I can calm your fine ass down.”
“You rolled a blunt?” she asks with a smirk, amused. They both kn0w no blunt can calm her better than him.
“Nah but I’m about to roll you up,” he says and she laughs.
“That was corny as hell,” she says while grinning. After turning to see his handsome face, she latches her hands around his neck.
While staring into her eyes, wholly obsessed, Akeem leans in and runs his tongue over her lips. “So you don’t want me to rollyou up?” he asks and Akeem’s smug look is undeniable. Licking his bottom lip confirms his salacious and nasty intentions.
“I’m keenly aware of your ability to calm my ass down. I would never, ever say no to that. I was merely questioning the technique,” she admits.
“My technique, huh? Bet,” is all he says before quickly gripping the backs of her legs and scooping her over his broad shoulder.
“Akeem,” she squeals and he pats her ass lightly.
“I want you to sound just like that in a minute.” With Sunjiya over his shoulder, Akeem enters the bedroom through the sliding glass door. He playfully tosses her onto the bed and she laughs. Her laughter turns to pure lust when he hovers her frame. The intensity, desire, and care in his eyes sends a vibrating pulse under her skin. When his hands slide up her thighs under her dress, the pulse morphs into yearning and a soft moan falls from her lips. He chuckles. “I haven’t done anything yet,” he utters arrogantly.
“With you, it doesn’t take much,” she admits and he smiles. Akeem drops and hungrily devours her lips. As they kiss, his hands tug at her lace panties, pulling them off. His lips move from her mouth to her stomach to her inner left thigh. He plants kisses as he raises her leg and props it onto his shoulder. “Shit,” she hisses as her body shifts from his kisses.
Starting at her ankle, he takes his time savoring her and peppering kisses down her entire leg. At her throbbing pussy, he grazes his lips over her lower ones then kisses her other thigh. His deliberate pace intensifies the moment, and each time his lips make contact with her skin, she moans.
Before lifting her other leg over his shoulder, Akeem grabs the pillows from behind her and stacks them. Propping her ass up to give him better access, their eyes lock, his focus trained on her as he buries his face between her legs.
“Fuck! Akeem,” she trills as his tongue skillfully and mercilessly assaults her clit. A surge of ecstasy causes her legs to quiver and her back to arch. Right when her hands grab the bedspread, the loud sound of chimes fills the house. “What the hell,” she sighs loudly.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, concurring with her disappointed and irritated sentiment. When the melodic tone sounds again, he grunts then lifts his head.
“They’re early,” she mumbles, nervously. “Go!” she urges as she drops her leg from his shoulder. After planting a kiss on her slick pussy, he eases off the bed, wipes his mouth, then rushes into the bathroom. As she watches, Sunjiya shakes her head and exhales. “Shit,” she hisses.This can’t be happening.The doorbell chimes again and she eases off the pillows and sits up. “Akeem, go before they think we’re doing something,” she calls out.
As he’s walking out, he says with a smirk, “We were.”
“Ugh! Just go. All I need is for you parents to think I’m easy,” she says, sounding irrational, but he hides his amusement as he steps over and kisses her lips softly.
“They’re not going to think shit. I promise. Besides, that might be Axton,” he says before walking out of the bedroom.
The last thing she wants to do is waltz down those stairs looking flushed and sexually charged. Without haste, she jumps off the bed and dashes into the bathroom, tying her hair up in a high pony, turning on the shower, and taking the world’s fastest shower.
As she gets herself together, Akeem opens the door and greets his parents. Anxious to see her sons and grandson, his mother Debrah changed their flight late last night and urged her husband Ahmad to rent a car as soon as they landed three hours ahead of their original flight.
“You’re early,” Akeem says, truly surprised when he opens the door.
“Does that matter? Just give your mother a hug,” his mom says, beaming.
When he pulls her into him, she sighs in utter joy. She hasn’t seen Akeem or hugged him in almost three months. He’s her baby and the one she worries about most. He’s been unsettled and on the move constantly since his divorce, which has her praying nightly that he’ll still and find comfort in the quiet of settling down.
Although he ends the embrace, she grabs his hand, holding on a little longer. He leans in and plants a kiss on her forehead.
“Let me go check on Dad. I know you packed too many bags,” he teases.
“I packed enough, plus I brought my beans and sausage.”
“For what?” he asks, although he already knows the answer.
“For my grandson. He asked me to make red beans and fried fish tomorrow. I figure you can get the fish from the market.”
“I’ll find the fish.”
When he turns to walk out of the door, she calls out in a hushed tone, “Where is she? She’s staying here with us this weekend, right?”
