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Not the fuck in here!
My eyes burst wide. The room was all white and cool, fresh air flowing all around as I lay in a big ass bed. Directly in front of me—between my damn legs—was a sheet-covered mountain. Beneath the sheet, the silhouette of her spread hips could be identified from her lengthy torso.God, I love her height. And immediately beyond that unbelievable sight were the open balcony doors, bringing the Caribbean Ocean to my bedside. The breeze was unspeakable. And that warmth in my stomach began to heat up, blooming into my chest.
I lifted the stark white sheet in search of her. And there she was, spread like an eagle with her face busy in my crotch, a bottle of lube on the other side of my leg. With one hand stroking the base of me, Ashira plopped me from her mouth and smiled with sleepy eyes.
“Happy birthday, king,” tone husky…hungry.
I watched her colorful nails move marginally as she polished me with her palms. And when her head ducked again, capturing my thumping erection, it had finally clicked. I was getting necked down by Ashira Witherspoon. During this act, she wasn’t the pain in the ass, boss bitch I admired and had recently come to crush on. Nah. She was the sexy andverydominant bad bitch I craved every damn day. She watched me watch her as her hands glided over my cock, lips puckered and jaw suctioning around me.
Happy birthday…
Ah, damn.
Today was the day. The one everyone made a big deal out of for some reason. When you’re on lockdown, your birthday gets buried under the resentment of your circumstances. Nobody gives a fuck about your birthday. I used to prefer sleeping the whole day away. After starting your bid, the next and only significant day of your life is when you’re released. And the ones with life sentences would just have to wash, rinse, and repeat day after day, year after year.
But I was no longer in theFEDs, no more trips to solitary confinement. But confinement on the outside wouldn’t be too bad…if Ashira was with me. We didn’t need a gang of people with us to connect. We only needed our willingness to understand one another…her body…and this water. The volume of the music she played seemed to reach outside. It was a nice touch: Kamasi Washington’s “Truth,” a track she’d learned of less than a day ago.
For me, Ashira was the truth. She was more than I ever envisioned for my life when thinking of a wife. The girl was beyond gorgeous, intelligent, educated, cultured, and had a crazy sense of humor. Spiritually, Ashira didn’t seem inspired, but I’d work with her on that. And sexually…
I sucked in a deep breath, palms misting, and my damn thighs vibrating with a weird ass energy because I was pacing myself. I had no idea how long before I woke up she’d been working on me, but busting off like this wasn’t what I wanted.
Right?
“Shi,” I grunted, not wanting her to stop even for a second to hear my weak ass plea. When she didn’t answer, I licked my lips and tried again. “Baby girl, I’m ‘bout to…”
Her eyes opened just a smidge to acknowledge me. Then while stroking and sucking me off, she hummed over me, bobbing her head. Ashira was granting me permission to blast in her mouth. I didn’t think twice about whether or not I should. Nah. Actually, I thought about getting used to the idea of the softness and warmth of her mouth and skillful grip of her hands. This woman was mine. For life. I just needed her to get on board with that inevitable fact.
And right now, she was telling me to bust in her perfect mouth.
Say less, Shi…
My hips drove up to meet her hot and sphincter-like drawn mouth. Her slippery hands felt like silk but with a mean grip at the base of my dick.Life... This was mine. My life after over a decade of birthdays spent in the cemented, cold—and seasonally hot—walls of prison.
I felt my shit jut then I spilled inside of her bobbing head. My legs trembled and torso lurched mid-air. I tried watching her, but so damn delirious with a different stimulation, my lids felt heavy to the point of closing. I came long and so damn hard that when I was done, I collapsed onto the mattress while signaling to Ashira, my shit was too sensitive for stimulation. She had to stop.
She kissed my legs a few times, as I’d done her, and roped her arms around my thigh, squeezing before crawling from the bed as my body continued to spin. The sounds of her weight against the floor led me to believe she went into the bathroom. After hearing the toilet flush and the sink run for a while, my assumption was confirmed. It was all good; I needed a moment to myself. My damn soul shook with her between my legs.
The door to the bathroom opened and the volume of the music lowered. Before I knew it, she’d returned to the bed. I sat up, laying against the headboard. Ashira rocked a grin as she climbed up my body, settling in a straddling position. Her mint-scented lips caressed mine.
“So, you’re diggin’ my guy, Washington?” I smiled at her pretty morning face.
“Who?”
“Saxophonist. Kamasi Washington.”
“Oh. The music?” Her grin was soft. “‘Truth’ is the truth.” She tossed her chin toward me. “And so are you.” Now in a super relaxed state, to express my appreciation of her compliment, I yanked at one of her braids while admiring her perfect body on top of me. “You okay?” Ashira cradled my face in her soft palms. “The plan was for a happy awakening, but you were a bit defensive in your sleep at first when I was down there. A little jerky just before waking up.” Her lips twisted in sadness. “Not the brightest idea? Considering…”
“I’ve only been home for a couple of years and haven’t shared a bed with a woman to be used to surprises like that?” Her eyes rolled closed, confirming my assumption. “‘S’all good, Shi. Say less.” I leaned in and kissed her.
Ashira surprised me by pushing her tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. My hands shot to her ass and squeezed. In this kiss, I felt her hunger and openness mixed like a cocktail. She pulled back, licking her lips. “Good because I’ve been anxious about doing that for a while now.”
“What’s a while?” She shrugged, fighting a grin for a moment. “C’mon.” I gave her hard nipple a gentle pluck. “Tell me.”
She faced me again, lips pressed tightly together. “Well, it’s been on my mind for a while, but that night I ran into you at the Young Lord show atClub Sin.” She rolled her eyes and giggled. “You popped up with big dick energy I needed to try out…in my mouth—shit!” She cringed over me. “That shit sounded very loosey goosey.” Ashira laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not like I goaround—”
I kissed her again, loving the feel of her naked boobs on my bare chest. “It’s not a seed I want you to plant in my mind with unnecessary words.”
“Good.” She sighed. “Because I’ve got enough shit on my mind. Today’s supposed to be filled with celebration for an extraordinary man.” She fingered my scalp, whispering affectionately. “I’m so happy.” Her tight smile was convincing. “It feels like my birthday.”
