Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
IMANIO “GATEZ”
“ Y -You’re g-gonna make me go crazy,” Naji breathed out, legs shaking as I lifted my head from between her thighs.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning in satisfaction.
“That’s the goal.”
She flopped back on the bed, mumbling, “Praise kink unlocked—Lord help me,” followed by a soft laugh.
I got up—dick hard as hell—and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Ever since I got a taste of her, I couldn’t stay from between her legs. Pussy like that? Soft, warm, damn near sweet—that shit wasn’t even fair. Just the scent of Naji had me wide-eyed like a fiend.
She had moved into my room that same night—which didn’t help.
I couldn’t lay next to Naji without touching her, and I couldn’t hear her little sighs or her sleepy tics without reaching for her.
And even though we hadn’t had sex yet—by her choice —I wasn’t rushing it.
I respected her body. Naji told me she’d let me know when she was ready, and I believed her.
But every day I had to pray not to wake up with my hand wrapped around her thigh and my mouth already halfway to heaven.
When I walked back in the room, Naji was curled up under the cover, hair messy and legs slightly parted like she knew what she was doing to me.
“Thanks to you... I’ma be tired at work,” she muttered, yawning as I slid back onto the bed.
It was only five o’clock and we both had to get up in the next hour to eat breakfast and get ready for work.
“After what I just did, you should be walking into work smiling, energized, and glowing. Muthafuckas gon’ ask if you fell in love or fell into a vat of shea butter.”
She giggled.
I faced her, and my smile faded just a little.
That would be Naji’s first day back at work, and I was a bit on edge about letting her go. Not because I thought she’d run off or snitch—nah, I quickly learned that Naji wasn’t built like that. I was just used to her being there close… within reach… safe.
The thought of her being vulnerable out there, around people who didn’t know how to handle her tics, who might stare, whisper, or treat her like she was something to be tolerated instead of cherished?
That shit didn’t sit right with me. Although I was new to her life, I felt like it was now my job as her husband to protect her from the world.
I wanted eyes on her at all times—my own.
But I couldn’t be the kind of man who clipped Naji’s wings just to keep her safe.
She needed that little bit of freedom. I needed her to choose me, not feel like she was being babysat.
Naji propped herself up on her elbow—her curls a dark halo around her face— and gave me a look I was learning well. That quiet, nervous curiosity that danced right behind her tics.
“Don’t… don’t laugh. But I wanna t-try something.”
Naji scanned her body for a warning tic, but when nothing came, she sat up and pulled the sheet down from my waist.
I raised an eyebrow, already knowing.
I leaned back on my elbows, naked, already hard, and said, “Try it.”
Naji licked her lips nervously. That mouth—I thought about way too often—parted just enough to show hesitation.
She sat on her knees between my legs, eyes wide, chest rising like she was trying to calm a storm inside her.
Naji wasn’t just nervous; she was aware of the fact that she was about to cross a line she hadn’t before, and that once she did, there’d be no going back.
I sat back against the headboard, legs spread, dick rock-hard, resting against my thigh. I didn’t move; I just watched her.
Naji’s hands shook slightly as she reached out, fingertips ghosting down the base of my length like she was unsure if she should be worshiping it or running from it.
“You sure about this?” I asked just to be sure she wasn’t just doing it out of feeling pressured to.
“I want to. I just?—”
“You never done this before,” I finished for her.
She shook her head no.
A tic jerked her head to the side, and she blurted, “Swallow game strong like holy communion—shit!”
My dick twitched at the sound of her outburst.
Naji’s tics didn’t turn me off; they never did. If anything, they made her realer than every damn woman I ever touched.
I smirked. “Is that so?” I reached out and gripped her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “Look at me, Naji.”
Her eyes met mine.
“You ain’t gotta be perfect; you just gotta be mine while you do it.
As you can see, I’m long,” I said bluntly, stroking myself once, slowly.
“Thick too. You don’t gotta take all of me…
not yet. Just take what you can . Spit is your friend.
Keep your hand moving on what your mouth can’t hold. Got it?”
She nodded again.
“ Words.”
“Y-Yes, I got it.”
“Good girl. Now open your mouth.”
Her eyes fluttered, but she obeyed.
Slow. Nervous. Curious.
I stroked myself once, twice, then guided the tip to her lips.
“Start with the tip. Suck it soft. Let your tongue swirl over it like you’re tasting something sweet. Don’t rush,” I instructed gently.
Naji’s breath was shaky as she took me in, just the head.
Soft lips. Wet tongue .
“Yeah,” I groaned low and slightly tilted my head back. “Wrap them pretty lips around it… tight. Shit! Just like that. Go slow… real slow.”
She did.
I watched her jaw stretch, unsure at first—her rhythm was clumsy, but damn, the effort? It made me crazy. Naji bobbed her head shallowly, and I let out a ragged breath. Her inexperience made it sexier. I loved that I was the first.
I loved that she trusted me.
Naji pulled back slightly, adjusting, then did it again. Her eyes flicked up at me, unsure. Her hand stroked the base like I told her.
“Keep your mouth open a little wider. Relax your jaw.”
She adjusted. Tried. Gagged. Pulled back.
“Shit, I?—”
“Stop,” I growled, grabbing a fistful of her curls—not yanking, just holding. “Look at me.”
Naji looked up with watery eyes and flushed cheeks.
“You’re doing good. Just stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. Twist it too.”
She nodded, then went back to work.
That time Naji was braver—she took more. My muscles locked. I couldn’t look away. Naji’s lips were stretched, shiny and wet, and her eyes were locked on mine like she was trying to impress me—no, own me.
“Mmm,” I groaned. “Damn, baby. You’re doing better than girls who swore they knew what they was doing.”
“Dick longer than church service—ha! Fuck!” she pulled back and shouted.
I grinned through the pressure building in my core.
“You good. Breathe through your nose next time. You’ll get used to the stretch.”
Naji took a second, wiped her mouth, then went back down. Her hand twisted at the base like I showed her. Drool ran down her chin and onto my thighs. I loved the sight of that shit.
Sloppy was good . Sloppy meant she wasn’t faking.
“There you go—fuck, Naji.”
As Naji moaned around me, the sound vibrated up my spine. My fingers tangled in her curls, and I gave her just enough pressure to guide her pace, but not enough to choke her.
“You feel that heaviness on your tongue?” I grunted. “That’s how full you got me. That’s how deep I want you.”
She looked up, eyes glazed, mouth full, trying to nod while my dick hit the back of her throat.
“Don’t stop,” I instructed, breath ragged. “Let me see how wet your mouth can get.”
Naji took me deeper. Her throat fluttered around me as she gagged again—but didn’t stop. I tightened my grip on her curls, started fucking her mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. Her throat opened for me, learning me, adjusting. She gagged again.
“That’s it. Fuck, baby. You taking me so good.”
Naji’s eyes watered, and still— still —she didn’t break eye contact. She powered through it, tears falling, spit coating everything. It was beautifully filthy . Her moans were shaky, full of want and frustration, but she never stopped. And that shit? That made me lose it.
I let out a low, guttural, almost animalistic growl, deep from my chest, then gripped her chin with my hand slick from her spit and my precum, and forced her to look at me.
“You feel that mess on your mouth?” I asked, my thumb smearing the mixture across her lips. “That’s me. That’s us. That’s how I want you—soaked in me.”
Naji’s thighs were clenched so tight it was like she was holding in a scream. I sat up, slid behind her on my knees, and reached between her legs—fingers brushing the heat I already knew was there.
Dripping .
“Damn, she’s wet. Naji, you’re sucking my dick and leaking at the same time? That’s what turns me the fuck on, baby. You getting off on it… on me. I ain’t even touched your pussy yet and it’s begging.”
The second I pressed my fingers against her slit, she gasped—then flinched, body jerking hard with a tic.
“Touching my soul like a demon with a foot fetish—oh God!”
I removed my hand and he leaned up. “Finish what you started.”
Naji went harder… messier. Her hand gripped my base tighter, the other bracing herself against my thigh. I could feel the shift in her. It wasn’t just effort anymore. She wanted control… she wanted to please me.
I let out a sharp breath, muscles tightening.
“You keep that up, I’ma bust in your throat,” I warned, voice strained through gritted teeth. “Is that what you want? You want me to cum in yo’ mouth?”
Naji nodded, but a nod wasn’t enough… not for me.
“Say it, Naji.”
She pulled back with her soft hand still gripping my dick as if it were a trophy she had won and refused to let go.
“Shit!—Holy water in my lungs—ughhh!” The words tumbled out of her, sharp and broken. Her voice was raw and trembling… not from fear, but from need.
I smirked darkly, eyes narrowing on her. “Even your tics sound like confessions.”
Her lips parted, breath shaky. “I… I want you to cum in my mouth.”
That was all I needed to hear. Naji eased herself back into place, her lips brushing over me tenderly before taking me in again.
“Good girl,” I gritted out. “Good fucking girl. Take all this shit.”
Naji’s hands clawed at my thighs, and her mouth adjusted like it was built for that; like she’d been created just to please me .
“You’re mine,” I growled. “You hear me, Naji? You’re fuckin’ mine.”
Naji’s response was a desperate moan, and her throat clenched.
And then I snapped. My entire body locked up. I slammed one final time into her mouth and exploded, groaning loud, deep, like it got pulled straight from my soul.
“Shiiit!” I growled, shuddering.
I came hard, thick ropes flooding her throat as I held her head down.
Naji’s throat flexed around me, swallowing every drop like she didn’t need air, only me . She licked around the head like she didn’t want to waste a drop. It was one of the rawest sex moments I’d ever had with someone.
Naji lifted her head and wiped her mouth.
Her lips were red, shiny, still parted, eyes were watery and wild, and her chest was heaving.
“I swallowed,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “All of it.”
I chuckled and leaned forward.
“Yeah, you did. Come here.”
I pulled Naji into my lap, cupped her cheek, kissing her messy mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. I could still feel her breath trembling. Naji was overwhelmed… but not scared. She looked more… alive.
“Naji, you ain’t just good at that,” I whispered against her lips. “You made it yours . First time? Shid… just set the fuckin’ bar.”
Her eyes welled up a little. “You… you really mean that?”
I tucked a curl behind her ear.
“I don’t lie to you, Naji. I don’t need to.”
She nodded, then whispered, “I’m still hungry, though.”
I raised a brow.
“For what?”
Naji grinned. “Validation.”
I threw my head back and laughed before pinning her under me in one fast move. Her gasp turned into a squeal, and I kissed her hard, grinding against her thigh while her nails raked down my back.
“You want validation?” I muttered against her neck. “I’ll give you validation when I make you forget how to fuckin’ walk.”
Her breath hitched.
I smirked.
And just like that, my quiet little girl turned into a damn storm.
God help whoever tries to take this woman from me… or hurt her in any way.
I wasn’t just protective; I was prepared —prepared to go to war behind my wife, Naji Kors.