“Because I am a provider.”
That smile came through, even though she tried to hide it.
“I moved into the penthouse after I broke up with Amir’s mom. It was just me, and he came every other weekend. Now I have you. He’s living with us. It’s time to upgrade my family.”
Islah shook her head.
“You are too much.”
I shook my head. “Nah, baby, I am everything you need.”
I threw a few hundred on the table and stood up, reaching for Islah’s hand. She stood up, grabbed the folder, and reached for my hand. And we headed home.
The whole ride, she looked through the folder using the light from her phone. I glanced at her, reading all the different features of the house. She smiled at some, then frowned atothers. I didn’t care what she picked. I just wanted her to be happy.
Once we got home and parked, I helped my lady out of the car, and she instantly wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You bring out a different side of me,” she said softly.
“That’s good, I’m supposed to,” I shot back.
She kissed me, pushing her body into mine, and I kissed her back, hard, making sure she felt all of me. I couldn’t make myself pull away from her. Her lips tasted so good, she smelled so damn good. I needed her, and I was glad I had her.
I picked her up and carried her inside, not caring who was in the lobby or who didn’t like what they saw. We were still all over each other in the elevator. I gave her slow, passionate kisses, making her grind her body on me as I held on to her tight.
We got to our front door, and before I opened it, I held her up against it, kissing her neck down to her breasts.
Islah slowly pulled away.
“We haven’t…in so long,” she said through breath she was trying to catch.
I nodded. “I know, but it’s okay. I’ma make up for it.”
I put Islah down, and we walked inside. Music from earlier was still playin’. I leaned against the door after I closed it, staring at her, while she stared back at me, looking as good as ever.
Islah came out of her shoes one by one, then started to undress slowly as she moved her body along to the music.
I watched her for a second, then started unbuttoning my shirt, looking at how her body moved. She backed up the hall, motioning me to come toward her.
I did what she said, my eyes scanning her up and down in her matching red bra and thong that I bought too.
Islah lifted herself onto the island, and I pushed myself between her legs, kissing all over her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She tried to scoot back on the island, but Ipulled away, smiled at her, and pulled her thong to the side as I went down and slid my tongue inside her.
Islah’s hand instantly gripped the back of my head, letting out a loud moan that I had never heard come from her before.
The only time I needed my hands was to hold Islah’s legs back.
My baby girl grinded her hips on my face while my tongue went in and out of her.
I pulled back, giving her a second to catch her breath before spitting on her clit and sucking on it while looking up at her, watching her back arch as she massage on her own breasts.
Once she nutted in my mouth three to four times, I came up for air, and she pulled me in for a kiss. I picked her up from the island and carried her up the hall to our room.
I laid Islah on the bed, stood back, and dropped my pants, my mans at full attention. I then pulled Islah’s thong off, while she threw her bra off.
I didn’t waste any time. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and slid inside her, watching her back arch as she took…
Every.
