We looked at each other and laughed.
“Yeah, we know, boy,” I said, getting outta bed.
“Well, y’all need to get up so we can ride out. Let’s gooo...”
Amir walked out louder than when he came in.
After pulling my clothes out, Islah was still sitting in the bed watching me. I turned on some music and walked over to herside of the bed, pulling her up and into my arms, swaying her from side to side.
“You know what I can’t wait to do?” I asked her.
She titled her head. “What is that?”
“Our first dance.”
Her face lit up, and I continued.
“I know I was trying to rush shit, but that first dance shit, I just know that shit is gonna be special.”
Islah started blushing. “Why do you feel that way?”
“In a room full of your people and mine, showing everybody how much I am devoted to you…I need all of that.”
“So you don’t want to rush shit now?”
I thought about it for a second.
“Yes, if it will take stress off you, yes. To show you off? I will wait the next few months.”
Islah smiled at me. “Boy, let me pull my clothes out.”
Islah let go of me, and I smacked her ass in passing on my way to the bathroom.
I got the bathroom nice and hot, steam covering every mirror and windows in there. Once I finished brushing my teeth, Islah was walking into the bathroom.
“Can I join this shower with you?”
I smiled at my big mamas. “Of course, baby, come on, let me take care of you.”
I took my girl’s hand and led her into I kissed all over her while she put soap on her loofah and passed it to me.
I took my time washing her back, holding her arms up gently one by one, washing her whole body, then picking her up, putting her against the glass, and eating her soul out her pussy until she came about three times in my mouth.
Once I was done with her, she sat there on the bench staring at me like she wanted more. I would have given her all shewanted, but Amir was already beating on the door, telling us to hurry up.
“That lil’ nigga be blocking, knowing damn well I am trying to work on his sibling,” I said, turning the water off.
Islah smirked while shrugging her shoulders.
“Who knows, he might already have one,” she said playfully.
I was putting my oil and shit on, looking at her with a straight face.
“You better find out, girl, and let a nigga know. Don’t play with me like that.”
Islah laughed and continued to get dressed.
Once we walked outta the room, Amir was waiting at the island looking at us with an attitude.
