I wasn’t just fucking her. I was claiming her, showing her what she meant to me, making sure she understood this wasn’t just physical. This was everything.
But I wasn’t being gentle either. I couldn’t be. The way she felt, the way she sounded, the way she was looking at me, it had me moving harder and faster, trying to pull every sound, every reaction out of her.
“Say my name,” I told her, my hand sliding up to grip her throat gently.
“Baby—”
“Nawl, say my name.”
She moaned it, and I felt that shit everywhere.
I kept going, my body pressed against hers, my rhythm steady but intense. I could feel her tightening faster, her moans getting louder.
“I got you,” I told her, my voice low in her ear. “Let it go. I got you.”
And when she did, when her whole body tensed and she cried out my name, I wasn’t far behind.
I buried myself deep, my grip on her tightening, my own release hitting me so hard I couldn’t think straight. For a few seconds, we just stayed like that, breathing hard, holding onto each other like we were the only two people in the world.
When I finally pulled back to look at her, she was staring at me with this look that made my chest tighten.
I brushed her hair back from her face, my hand still shaking a little. “You straight?”
She was quiet for a second, just looking at me like she was trying to figure something out. Then she let out this soft laugh, the kind that came from somewhere real.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice still rough. “I’m straight.”
I kissed her, slowly this time, and she melted into it. When I pulled back, she was still looking at me, and I could see it all over her face, the same shit I was feeling.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I said, my forehead resting against hers. “That’s what you deserve.”
She smiled, running her hand down my chest. “You showed me.”
I helped her up off the couch before pulling her against me again, my hands sliding over her body while she laughed softly under her breath.
“Come here,” I muttered against her lips before guiding her toward the little bathroom connected to the room.
The second we stepped inside, shawty looked back at me over her shoulder, and yeah… that was all it took.
One round apparently wasn’t enough for either of us.
Steam filled the bathroom while water ran down our bodies, and the whole time, my hands stayed on her like I couldn’t keep them there enough.
By the time we finally cleaned ourselves up, both of us looked tired as hell.
I wrapped a towel around her before leading her back into the room with me. Soon as we made it back over to the couch, Sianni curled herself against my side automatically while I pulled her closer.
My arm stayed wrapped around her waist while her head rested against my chest, and for once, neither of us said shit.
We just lay there tangled up together until sleep finally knocked both of us out.
After using the bathroom,I walked back into the room and saw Kyrie still stretched across the couch, knocked the hell out.
I smiled a little.
I still couldn’t believe this man had really gone out his way to turn a whole room into an art space just for me. Honestly, I hadn’t even been thinking about painting lately. Life had been too chaotic for me to really sit down and focus on it.
But standing here looking around at everything? I knew this was exactly what I needed.
