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“I’m ready,” she stated barely above a whisper.

“Nah. Say it loud and clear for me to hear.”

“I’m ready, Shea. I’m in need of you, and I think we’re ready to go deep again.”

She didn’t need to say another word. I was all hers.

Moya lay on the bed in all her naked glory. Never had I seen a sight as beautiful as her. God took His time with her, carefully carving every inch of her to perfection. Time had been nothing but amazing to her.

Her body shuddered as I picked up her leg, resting her foot on my chest. Our eyes remained locked in on one another, and I allowed her to captivate me. Slowly, she slid her foot up my chest to my chin. I didn’t hesitate to greet her pretty ass toes with a kiss, showing each one love before sucking on her big one.

“Mmm.” Moya moaned, eyes getting lower.

“You know what to do, Love. Play with that pussy for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

My tongue slid in between her toes as she widened her legs. Her middle finger met her swollen, slick bud and started doing circles on it. Moya had the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. It was a little darker than the rest of her skin, but it was perfectly put together. Seeing how her lips were glossy with her nectar made my mouth water, sending a trail of spit down her foot.

The sloshing sound of her pussy had precum seeping from my throbbing head. After showing love to both her feet, I trailed kisses down her legs. Her breathing increased the closer I got to her center. Moya hadn’t forgotten how we did things, and that enticed me more than anything. She continued working herself with her free hand gripping her breasts. When I was eye level with her pussy, I opened my mouth. A sharp hiss escaped her lips upon inserting her fingers deep in her mound. I kept my mouth open, waiting for her to feed me.

“Oh, Shea.” She whimpered, gliding her sticky fingers over my lips and slipping them into my mouth.

My tastebuds went haywire. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Hungrily, I sucked every drop of her juices off, savoring a taste I’d been deprived of. As I expected, Moya remained my favorite meal.

Gripping her thighs, I pushed her legs back and pecked her lower lips, feeling them get stickier with each kiss. Moya’s back arched, and I smirked before flicking my tongue over her clit. Not once had we taken our eyes off one another. Eye contact was a must. It intensified the moment and feeling.

My emotions were in overdrive. To be able to make love to the woman who had my heart was better than pointless sex to get a nut. With Moya, it was about the connection and intimacy. It was about our minds and soul intertwining again on a deeper level, one I didn’t want to experience with anyone but her.

Soft sucks and hard flicks of my tongue had Moya releasing in no time. I lapped her up, hoping she would pour more. From the way her legs shook as she clenched them around my face, I knew she would push me away if I kept trying. My hunger and desire for her were on another level. She was in for a long, wild night.

As she caught her breath, I trailed kisses up her flat stomach to her breasts. I swirled my tongue around her firm nipples, giving each an equal amount of love. Moya’s hands palmed the side of my face, bringing it up to hers. She ran her tongue over my bottom lip. We passionately kissed. She sucked the taste of herself right off my tongue, but I’d get it back later.

Against my lips, she whispered, “I need you inside of me, Shea.”

“Put me where you want me, Love.”

11

MOYA COLLIER

Angela had invited Shea, Ocean, and I to have dinner with her and Shea’s sisters. While I wasn’t excited about seeing Wednesday, I couldn’t wait to get some time in with Angela. That was my girl. We used to act up every time we were together, and I was sure it would be no different.

I stood in the doorway of Shea’s bathroom, watching him get ready. It used to be one of my favorite things to do until it turned into my least favorite. Toward the end of our marriage, watching him get ready meant watching him walk away and choose JMG over us again. It got to the point I didn’t even want to be in the same room as him whenever he got dressed to leave, but it was different now.

As I stood there, I tipped my head to the side and wondered if what we were doing was a phase.

What if we were only like that because we’d been confined together?

What if we were only like that because we were each other’s comfort zones?

What if the feelings we expressed weren’t real? What if they only resurfaced because of us being in close proximity? We hadn’t been in years, so it made sense.

It all made sense, which left me wondering how it would be once I went back home. I couldn’t lie to myself and act like I hadn’t become attached to that man again. Once again, I found myself wanting to live in his skin, and it happened so quickly.

Or did it?

Deep down, I could confidently say I’d been sitting on my true feelings for him. We naturally gravitated to one another, so maybe I needed to get out my head and embrace what was happening in front of me.