“To share?”
To erase her confusion and keep her from repeating him, Najee explained what the purpose of the journal was.
“Whenever you don’t want to talk or need to get something off your chest but you're too upset or sad to come to me, you can write it in here. Give it to me when you’re done, and I’ll read it. I’ll do the same thing if I’m not feeling my best. Then, we can talk when we’re ready. Every day won’t be all bubbly and shit between us, but we’ll always be good. Feel me?”
Orielle blinked, and when her eyes watered, Najee frowned, pulling her into his chest.
“Nah, come here. What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”
His concern made her want to bawl. Instead, she shook her head. “No. You didn’t.”
“Then, tell me what’s the matter. I can’t fix it if I don’t know.”
“I love you.”
She didn’t stutter or break eye contact, and Najee grinned.
“Shit, I love you, too,” he said, making them chuckle.
“You’re just saying it because I said it.”
Her pout made him kiss her lips. “I’d never do that. I lowkey been wanting to tell you for a while but I had to make things official first.”
“Well, you didn’t have to tell me. You pretty much show me every day what it feels like to be loved. I mean, fully loved. You even sit in the bathroom with me while I’m on the toilet and hold my hand when my stomach hurts too bad.”
Najee shook his head and laughed. “Aye. Don’t tell nobody that. You’re spoiled, that’s why.”
She squeezed his frame. “Did you make me this way or...”
“Or nothing. I know I fucked up, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You can get whatever out of me. You know that.”
“Mhmmm,” she hummed, running her tongue across his neck. “And you can get whatever out of me, baby.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m bouta fuck the shit out of you. I want four back-to-back orgasms since you made me stay yourlil’ friendfor that many months.”
He smacked her ass and watched as she switched to the bed, climbing atop it. Lying back, she lifted the dress she was wearing over her hips and spread her legs. Najee stood back watching as she spread her pussy lips, coating her fingers in juices he knew tasted so damn good. When her fingers grazed her clit, she moaned, rubbing circles over her sensitive bud and hitting tunes that made Najee’s dick hard.
“You promise, baby?” Orielle whimpered, staring at him.
Najee didn’t know what he was making a promise to, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah,” he groaned out, reaching inside his pants to stroke his dick.
She giggled and wet her lips. “You promise to what?”
“To whatever. Shit. Tell me what I’m making a promise to.”
His pants were at his ankles. Orielle slid a finger inside her and arched her back. Then, another finger joined. Her shit was so wet and gushy, the erotic sounds echoed throughout her room. She was music to Najee’s ears.
“To love me and always be there for me,” she said, looking him in the eyes. “Mmm. Ugh, G....” She rubbed her clit faster. “And to... and to always let me sing to you because you love my voice.
His nostrils flared. “I do love your voice. What else?”
She didn’t know how he became the one asking questions, but Orielle was answering them through lip biting and breathy moans.
“And to feed and fuck me and eat my pussyrealgood because I love when you do that.”
Najee licked his lips. “I love when I do that shit, too. Now, move that hand so I can fulfill my promises.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice, and Najee would never make her ask more than once. Climbing onto the bed, he situated himself between her legs with the utmost admiration on his face. Watching his baby please herself while watching him was so damn sexy. Orielle’s chest heaved, and her body tingled when his hand clasped around her wrist. She kept her eyes on him as he brought her fingers to his mouth. Nastily, Najee slid them into his mouth and licked her fingers clean before lowering her hand back to her wetness.
