I held a finger up to my mouth, signaling for her to bequiet just in case the cleaning crew was still in the building. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Another whimper escaped when I ran my finger over her pussy, massaging her clit with my finger. “Yes. Please.”
Taking my finger, drenched with her arousal, I rubbed it over her lips before I sucked it into my mouth. Then, my mouth was on hers again, my tongue tangling with hers. I kissed my way down her body, closer to where I wanted to be. And just like I’d dreamed of doing for so long, I licked her from her clit to her entrance, dipping my tongue inside of her to sample more of her.
My desire to drive her crazy with need for me, to make her forget every disappointment, every ounce of pain she’d experienced, took over. My mission was to consume her, to conquer her, to make her dizzy in anticipation for the next time we could be like this with each other. Every time she took a breath, I wanted her to think about me. Every time she showered, I wanted her to imagine me behind her, washing her from head to toe.
I couldn’t get enough of her, of her taste, of her low moans, of her whispered pleas. I was relentless, teasing her with my mouth, my tongue, enjoying the way she whispered my name over and over.
When I sucked her clit into my mouth, Laiya shattered as an orgasm ripped through her, and I swallowed up her cries with a kiss. But I wasn’t done with her. I wanted more. I slid one finger—then two—inside of her heat and started the dance again, winding her up until she came again on my tongue.
At this point, my dick was begging for mercy. I was so hard, so ready to take her, to make her mine.Damn. I paused at her entrance, waited a heartbeat before inching inside.
“Shit,”I hissed, clenching my jaw.
She was warm, so tight. And I was done—all hers. Noquestion. Because I would be no good for anyone else after this.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “So good.”
I rested my body on hers, brushed my lips over her mouth. I traced the curve of her nose. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her eyes popped open. “You make me feel this beautiful.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t,” she said.
I started moving, slow and easy. The rhythm was innate, natural. Pushing and pulling. Taking and giving. Like we were meant for this moment, meant to be this way. Feeling her around me felt right. We clung to each other, taking our time to explore, to touch, to taste. Laiya had seized control over every inch of my body as pleasure threatened to choke me with its intensity.
Soon, the need to complete eclipsed my desire to prolong this and I picked up the pace. Harder. Faster. Then slower, softer. Alaiya met me with each thrust. Tingling in my thighs signaled it wouldn’t be long before my legs gave out, but she was close. I was, too.
When she came, with my name on her lips, it was glorious—the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. A sensation I’d never felt before coated my stomach, crept down my spine, seeped into my bones, and settled in my heart.Love. That realization was enough to send me over the edge as my own orgasm ripped through me, wringing me dry and cementing that this was the only way I wanted to spend the rest of my life.In her arms.
When we finally arrived atthe Smoke and Burn Lounge for the engagement party, I could hear the music, the laughter, and the conversation from outside. I reached out to open the door, but Alaiya’s hand on mine stopped me.
Turning to her, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “We can’t go in there.”
I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Why?”
“Because we’re three hours late,” she whispered.
After we left my office, I followed her home, jumped in the shower with her, helped her get dressed—thenundressed again. I was perfectly fine with skipping the party, but Laiya insisted we show our faces. Mostly because we both had received several calls from various family members wondering where the hell we were.
“What’s your hesitation?” I brushed my lips over her brow. “Because we were on the same page a few minutes ago.”
“I don’t know.” She nibbled on her thumbnail. “The way my hair looks like I been getting dicked down …” She flattened a hand over her stomach. “It’s obvious we’ve been together.”
Amused, I asked, “You think so?”
She smirked. “Well, you can’t seem to stop touching me.”
Holding her face in my hands, I kissed her eyes, both of her cheeks, her chin, and finally her mouth. “Guilty.”
“And I just got divorced this afternoon,” she pointed out.
“Isn’t that good news?”
