“Rub that pretty mothafucka for me again, baby,” he requested huskily.
Orielle obliged, and her eyes rolled as she massaged her clit in a circular motion. The lightest bit of pressure had her whimpering. Her moans made Najee’s dick ache and mind race. When her breath hitched and stomach sank, Najee grabbed her wrist again, gliding her hand to his solidness.
“You see how good you feel on my dick?” He asked, lubricating his shaft with her wetness.
The task of getting her hand around him entirely was a failed attempt, but that didn’t matter. Orielle stroked him while letting the tip glide against her wetness. His lids fluttered, struggling to stay open, as she massaged him. Najee was trying to concentrate and let her run the show for a second, and of course, she ran with it. Fucking his head up as she forced him to keep eye contact.
Orielle had never been more turned on than with Najee, watching him enjoy her, and it made her heart yearn for him more. Feeling her need, Najee leaned forward and slowly tongue kissed her. It was one of those,I need you to feel me... see me... make love to me, nut all in this pussy, types of kisses thatintensified as their tongues swirled. Her legs circled his waist, and with slight ease, he entered her. Mouth ajar, Orielle’s moans got caught in her chest as he slid all the way inside and slowly pulled out. He lifted, watching with his bottom lip tucked as she took every inch.
“You so pretty taking all this dick,” he praised and kissed her forehead.
Then, his head lowered because not tasting her for real wasn’t ever going to happen. Orielle’s fingers weren’t enough. Najee needed to feel her clit pulsing as he wrapped his juicy lips around it, suckling and licking her into a spine-tingling orgasm. It didn’t take long; it never did.
“Uuugh, yes... baby.”
Her back arched, and he was right back between her thighs, sliding inside her with less resistance. Najee kept his pace, watching her cream his dick so flawlessly.
“I love you,” Najee said, stroking her so damn good.
Orielle’s eyes rolled, and her hand went to his taut abs. Najee knew what that meant without her having to say anything. Her eyes, the ones he’d been able to read since day one, let him know she wanted to get on top. Najee rolled them over in bed, letting her do her thing. After all, she was the superstar in his life. The stage was all hers.
“Oh my gosh,” Orielle whispered in a hiss as she lowered onto him. “I love you, tooooo.”
With her hands on her knees, she rode his dick just like she sang; with determination and fluidity with every hip roll to make him feel it. To make him feel her. Beneath her, Najee knocked loose the rest of the screws she had hanging on by a ridge, and she didn’t even care. Orielle loved her man... especially when he kept his promises that led to soul-elevating climaxes that made her sing his name. His word of honor gave them both exactly what they wanted and needed.
EPILOGUE
“I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY.”
Orielle had been in a weird mood all day.
She wasn’t sure if it was because her cycle was about to start or the fact that Cheyla and Zoey basically told her that they weren’t her friends anymore. They hadn’t said those words or anything close to that, but that’s what Orielle heard when they both told her they couldn’t make it to dinner with her tonight.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but Orielle wanted to celebrate for surviving what felt like basic training for the military. Once her contract was signed and Zahir became her agent, life hadn’t slowed down just like he told her it wouldn’t. She’d just gotten back from Atlanta, after being in New York, and before that, she was in California for two weeks attending a writer’s camp.
As soon as her plane landed at MCI, Orielle went home, soaked in the tub, and slept on and off for a week straight. She felt like she’d done enough traveling, sitting in on meetings, and introducing herself to last for the rest of her life. She was exhausted, but her gratefulness outweighed it.
And now all she wanted to do was pop back out with her girls, and she expected them to come out like always. She cursedthem out for being responsible adults and then told them how much she missed them. Cheyla and Zoey weren’t the only ones to decline her offer to go to dinner, either. Some declined, and a few even called today to cancel. It was like no one had time for her now that she had time. No one but her man.
“I see that frown is turned upside down now that you’ve eaten,” he said, smirking.
Orielle grinned. Najee wasn’t about to watch her pout, so he scheduled them a private dinner somewhere else. Like always, he made shit shake. She claimed she wasn’t hungry on the drive there, but Najee knew better. She’d been talking about Mediterranean food all week, so that’s what he made sure was on her plate. The head chef of the evening had even been kind enough to cook a dish they no longer sold, but she wanted. So, yes. Her mood was much better.
“I don’t know who the cooks are tonight, but goodness, everything was so good,” she praised, rubbing her belly.
She’d put on some extra pounds over the months, thanks to good eating, loving, traveling, and working out, and it had her body looking so right. She swore Najee was the cause of her fluffiness, thanks to happy relationship weight, and he gladly took the credit. The black dress she had on was sickening, with her titties sitting up practically begging for him to put his face in her cleavage.
Had she not been in a crappy mood earlier, he would’ve done just that before bending her over and getting a quickie in before they left the house, but it wasn’t always about sex. He knew when to leave her alone, and when to nail her ass to the mattress when she was ovulating and putting his dick in every hole in her body every thirty minutes.
Najee felt used like a mothafucka on those days, but he loved pleasing her. That was the balance in relationships because Orielle wanted to plug her ears when he talked her head offabout cars and logistics all day as if he were a damn mechanic. Then, they’d watch their favorite show together.
“Yeah. They threw down tonight,” Najee agreed, scooting his empty plate away. “You want something sweet?”
Yawning, Orielle shook her. “No. I’m literally so full. You can order something, though.”
“You sure? They got some good options on here.”
He had the menu in front of his face so she couldn’t see his expression. Had she, she would’ve been asking him what the hell was wrong.
