Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
“You don’t have a durag?” Sunjiya asks while padding her fingers across the waves at the top of his head.
Sunjiya’s comfortably laying across the bed and Akeem’s resting on her beautiful, naked body, his head across her stomach, both relaxed and satiated.
After leaving Aunt Pri’s, they returned to the room and showered, then he laid her on this bed and blessed her body until she had two massive orgasms. Neither could move from this spot. He is right where she wants him.
“A durag? For what?” he asks.
“For these. Your waves. You don’t tie them down?”
“Nah. I don’t,” he admits. “Durags and the Army don’t mix, so I never used one.”
“How long were you in the Army?”
“I retired after eight years.”
“Why?”
“I was trying to save my marriage,” he utters.
“Oh sorry.” She apologizes for her intrusiveness but his response lets her know that apology isn’t warranted.
“Nah. It’s cool, for real. During my stint, I was deployed four times.
I missed out on so much of Quise’s life.
A teenage boy, a Black boy, needs his father, especially during that time.
I wasn’t there. That shit fucked with me.
Plus, I started noticing shit with Charis too.
She was distant and always out with her girls.
At least that’s what she said but I found out that shit was a lie.
She was fucking around on me,” he reveals.
“Shit!” she exclaims then sighs. “That had to hurt.”
“That shit didn’t feel good.”
“I know.”
“Your ex cheated?”
“That and so much more. He wasn’t a good person and I mean at all. A black hearted bastard actually.”
“Where he at now?” he asks.
“Hopefully on the way to hell soon.”
“Did he hurt you?” he asks.
Too many times to count. “Let’s not let that ruin this. I’m just glad he fucked up and really glad ol’ girl fucked up with you too. If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here grinning with legs that won’t move and a coochie that won’t stop throbbing,” she says, then laughs.
He pushes up on his palms then hovers over her. With a devious but sexy as hell smirk, he dips and passionately kisses her lips. When he frees her mouth, he peers into her captivating eyes.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says before planting a kiss on her forehead. “I can look at you all damn day.”
“Just look?” she asks, tone drenched with lust.
“I mean… I would love to do more but you said she’s throbbing. I don’t want to mess with her throbbing and shit,” he says smugly and she laughs.
“Oh, no,” she says while shaking her head. “She loves to throb, especially the way you make her throb.”
“Is that right?”
Akeem doesn’t wait for her answer. Her eyes say all he needs to know. He dips again, this time kissing the side of her neck. With each movement, he keeps his eyes on her pretty but anxious face and she doesn’t shy away, returning his lustful stare.
Their eyes remain locked as he trails his tongue across her collarbone, down her cleavage, and around her belly button. When he reaches her throbbing pussy, he inhales her loudly.
“Shit! You smell as good as you taste,” he groans before diving in.
He starts with gentle kisses, peppering them on her lower lips, slit, and opening.
His deliberate and tender pecks drive her wild and she trembles slightly as a chill rushes over her.
The feeling heightens when he replaces his lips with his tongue and moves to her swollen clit.
Her breath catches in her throat as he blesses her clit—licking, kissing, and occasionally sucking.
“Fuck!” she exclaims, then throws her head back in pure ecstasy.
Her body unravels beneath him. Her legs squirm, her chest heaves, and her fingers dig into the bedsheets, fueling his desire to please her.
Continuing the assault on her clit, he rubs two of his fingers between her wet lower lips, planting kisses before inserting them. Her tight, wet walls clamp around his fingers as he moves them in and out of her with precision.
“Akeem! Shit! I…can’t…God!” she stammers as her body moves erratically.
The combination of his fingers and his tongue is sweet torture.
Her body is on fire with overstimulation and she can’t stop moving, trembling, or moaning.
He enjoys her sweet taste as well as her reaction.
The shit turns him on and he feels his dick getting harder with each moan that falls from her lips.
“Damn. You like the way I eat yo’ pussy?”
“Yes! Mmhm,” she purrs
More and more, Sunjiya’s breathing accelerates and her body falls apart. Her massive orgasm builds to a precipice, forming in her toes and rapidly making its way up her body. He’s fueled by it and feverously trying to solicit it. The more she trembles, the more he feasts.
“Let it all go,” he demands. The arch in her back peaks, her trembling becomes uncontrollable, and she explodes. He licks and sucks her through it until her body stiffens. Satisfied by her reaction, he licks his lips then kisses her inner thigh.
After easing up, Akeem plants a kiss on her stomach then raises to her flushed face. “You ready for this dick again?” he asks.
Satiated, still basking in her beautiful release but definitely craving more of him, Sunjiya smiles and nods.
He smiles too before crashing his lips onto her awaiting ones.
As they kiss nastily, he sinks into her and rocks her to another orgasm and a much-needed release for himself.
Afterwards, they lay body to body until they drift to sleep.
Hours later, when the bright, early morning sun spills through the windows, Akeem rises as normal.
Before ambling to the bathroom, he stands on the side of bed, marveling at the breathtaking sight before him.
Sunjiya is on her back, her beautiful naked body on full display.
Her head rests on one arm and her hair is disheveled.
She looks peaceful, almost angelic, and definitely perfect for him.
Their meeting was fucked up but fate did its thing, Their connection is magnetic.
It makes no damn sense to him but he’s all in with her and looking forward to building, which is why he needs to find Tanjaya and murk Marcelin.
The sooner the better. Once that chapter in their story is complete, they can write the rest together, uninterrupted.
She knows exactly who he is and accepts it. Nothing else even matters.
“You’re up?” her soft voice asks, interrupting his thoughts.
“Yeah but why are you?” he counters.
“’Cause we have something to do this morning before we meet Aunt Pri,” she announces, to his wonder.
“What do we have to do?”
“A surprise.” She smirks then opens her pretty ass eyes. “Shower. I’m next, then we can grab breakfast before heading there. You don’t need to run this morning; you can skip it. Trust me,” she says.
“So, no run?”
“No. Go shower,” she insists, smiling.
“Want to join me?”
“I definitely want to,” she says as she shamelessly drags her eyes down his heavenly naked body.
“Trust, I do, but no. Me in there with all of that? No. We wouldn’t make it to my surprise.
Shower!” she exclaims, then throws a pillow at him.
When he journeys into the ensuite bathroom, she drops her head back into the remaining pillows on the bed and reaches for her phone.
She double checks the information for the place she found online last night.
“I hope he likes it,” she utters to herself.
About twenty minutes later, he emerges from the bathroom freshly showered and trimmed with only a towel wrapped around his lower half. He looks so damn sexy, too sexy. To ensure her desire for him doesn’t derail her plans, Sunjiya diverts her eyes as she treks inside the bathroom.
While she showers and performs her morning ritual, Akeem rolls the last of his weed, gets dressed, and shoots a text to Quise, trying to catch him before he makes it to school.
Akeem: GM
Quise: GM, Pops.
Akeem: Make today great!
Quise: Always. I’ll hit you after school. Ily.
Akeem: Ily too, son.
He’s ready, sitting on the chair and curious about her plans when she saunters out of the bathroom, fully naked.
“You did that shit on purpose,” he says, amused.
Although she absolutely made a conscious decision to walk out of the bathroom au naturel, she merely shrugs and coyly asks, “What?”
“Come here,” he says and she laughs.
“Not a chance. You can look but no touching. We need to be downstairs in fifteen and grab food by eight-thirty so we can have enough time at my surprise. Oh, and I’m driving.”
“Never that. I’m driving; you can be my navigator. Also, no touching don’t fly with me either,” he says, then stands. “I’m touching but I’ll just use my hands.”
“And no fingers,” she adds as she reaches for her luggage. When she bends, he’s on her, grabbing her ass. “Stop!” She giggles like a little girl. “You better stop.”
Her fake pleas are ignored and Akeem’s hands remain on some part of her as she dresses in black ripped jeans and a graphic tee with cuts in the back. After taming her hair with a wide-toothed comb and her fingers, they head downstairs.
They pick up coffee and chicken biscuits from a local drive-thru then head to their destination in Port St. Joe.
After several unanswered questions about their final destination, Akeem stops asking and drives.
After ten minutes on US-98, he exits and drives another two miles then pulls up to her surprise.
“A gun range,” he says, delighted.
“You said shooting relaxes you and I want to learn too,” she says with a smile.
“When did you ev—”
“Last night. It’s a private club but something called trap shooting is open to the public. We just have to pay for rounds.”
She did this for me.
Caught up in her thoughtfulness, it takes Akeem a moment to respond. The words that finally fall from his lips are simple but convey his true appreciation.
“Thanks,” he says before he leans over, snakes his hand behind her neck, then pulls her in for a passionate kiss.
“You welcome,” she gushes.