Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Kyori
“You not done yet?”
I lifted my eyes from my textbook and found Asim standing in the doorway of the bedroom, hands in the pockets of his sweat bottoms with his bare chest on full display.
You’re not playing fair!
“No, I have to finish reading this chapter and answer questions about it before Friday.”
“It’s Tuesday. You have time.”
My eyes rolled and I went back to highlighting text so I could find it when it was time to go back and answer the questions my teacher posted.
This online school thing was kicking my ass and required a lot of discipline I realized I didn’t have.
Especially not with him always around looking like that.
“Come here.”
“No, I’m not playing with you right now. I’m trying to stay ahead.”
“And I’m trying to give and receive some head.”
When my eyes rolled up to his again, and I noticed the cheesy grin on his face, there was no containing the laugh that escaped.
“See, you feel me. One hour. That’s all I need.”
“Asim, no. Just let me finish.”
I knew better. The minute I allowed him to get me sidetracked, this chapter would be waiting on me tomorrow because there was no way I would get it completed after dealing with him.
“Man, you’re tripping. Come find me when you’re done.”
His face was tight as he left, damn near pouting, but I couldn’t worry about that. Right now I needed to get this chapter finished, then I’d be all his.
Shit, let me hurry.
After settling back into what I was doing, one hour turned into three but I had completed the majority of my assignments for the week, which was a good thing.
School was a huge adjustment. Being smart had never been a problem but after years passing without using critical thinking, my brain required a tune-up.
Either way, I was determined to get this done.
Opening my boutique didn’t require a degree but I set a personal goal and planned on following through, if these damn classes didn’t kill me first.
Once my books were stacked neatly on the dresser, I traveled through the house down to the basement where I found Asim stretched out on the sofa asleep.
One arm was folded behind his head while the other rested on his chest and I couldn’t help but acknowledge how blessed I was to have a man like him.
My appreciative gaze moved suggestively across his muscular build before I decided to join him. The weight of my body immediately had his hand at the small of my back while I adjusted to make sure we were both comfortable. His deep raspy voice rumbled through his chest shortly after.
“That was a long ass hour, Ky.”
A smile opened onto my face while I kissed his shoulder. “You missed me.”
“No.”
Liar!
The smile that surfaced contradicted the lie he told and had me lifting at the same time but his arm tightened around my body to prevent me from creating any real distance.
“Why do you want me to stay if you didn’t miss me?”
His smile grew big as shit but his eyes remained closed. “I’m just trying to help my man out. No sense in both of us suffering.” When Asim pressed upward, referencing his man, I sucked my teeth, feeling his manhood growing thicker by the second between us.
“Glad to know you’re not the selfish type.”
“Oh, I’m definitely the selfish type but I’m also trying to learn patience so you can be on your grown woman shit.”
“That’s extremely kind of you, sir.”
“So is this.”
Asim held me close, flipping our bodies until he hovered over mine.
His tongue was in my mouth while his hand worked its way into my shorts between my legs, with eager fingers gliding across my skin.
The moment my legs opened wider and a low moan traveled from my throat and escaped into his mouth, clothes were being removed and tossed around the room until he settled between my legs again.
Asim slid inside of me with ease, which forced another moan from my mouth as he released one of his own.
By the time he reached what felt like the pit of my stomach, my eyes shut tight and my hands found the back of his head, pulling him close enough for my tongue to explore his mouth.
In no time at all, Asim was pulling back slowly and diving in aggressively, tapping my spot each time he sank into my depths.
“Feels like you missed me too, Ky.” His cocky, throaty growl had my thighs spreading wider to give him more access. He was right, I did miss him, all of him.
“Shit, I did.”
He let go of a cocky laugh before sliding his arms under my thighs, lifting onto his knees, and pulling me until my lower half was a few inches above the sofa, allowing him the perfect angle to tap my lungs.
With the way my breathing slipped into an erratic pattern, I was positive his goal had been accomplished.
The only movement I could manage from this position was pressing forward to receive each vicious stroke that sank into me. They seemed to go deeper as each stabbed into my core but that was the best part because…
“Fuck, oh fuck…” I belted, biting down on my lip in an attempt to ground myself while my first explosion thundered through me. My body tingled with pleasure while my stomach balled in knots. I wasn’t allowed time to recover because Asim continued driving into me with deep calculated thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” I growled, trying to stay the course, but his arrogant ass only laughed, pushing deeper.
“That’s what I’m doing, baby. I know you feel that.”
Hell yeah I did. All of that and all of him.
I assumed he wanted to prove a point. That making him wait would cost me. Point received. Asim was fucking me in the best type of way and I wouldn’t dare complain. He was so hard and deep inside me that I questioned whether or not this was physically healthy.
“Mmmmmmm, shit…” hummed through my chest and out of my mouth when my second explosion hit. Asim dropped my legs and pressed his chest against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth again, not once disrupting his purposeful strokes.
“You need one more or can I have mine?” he murmured into my neck just before his teeth sank into my skin.
That sharp pierce combined with the way he sank into me to ensure he reached as far as my body would allow had me cumming seconds before he pushed his face into my neck once more, this time growling through his own release.
Something about feeling him cum had my body on fire.
The way he pulsed inside me and pushed forward, like the deeper he embedded himself the stronger he released, made me melt beneath him.
There was no better feeling in the world than being here like this, taking ownership of the fact that I had control over this man.
He was so confident, sure of himself, and arrogant, but here with me like this, I made him weak, in the best kind of way.
After a quick shower in the tiny bathroom in the basement we both redressed and snuggled up on the sofa again. My body on top of his while my head rested on his chest. Asim folded one arm behind his head while his other hand massaged my scalp, damn near putting me to sleep.
“You know this is the best part.” My tone was lazy because the mood was soothing.
“What’s that?”
“Being here with you like this.”
“You sure. I could have sworn that what we just finished was the best part.” I didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning. I heard the amusement in his voice.
“That was amazing but not the best part. Sex is sex but the way it feels to be in total peace, to feel safe and protected, like nothing in the world can disturb me? This is definitely the best part.”
His finger gently tugged at my hair, angling my head back while he lifted enough to reach my mouth. His soft full lips covered mine while his tongue explored briefly.
“I agree.”
“Promise me we won’t lose this part.”
“I can’t make that promise but I do promise to put in the effort.”
“Me too,” I mumbled, kissing his shoulder before my eyes closed again.
My mind moved a mile a minute. Things were good but good didn’t guarantee forever.
“You’re always in your head, Ky. Stop overthinking shit.” I bit down on my lip, rolling my eyes at the fact that he knew me so well.
“I’m not in my head.”
A laugh vibrated through his chest against the side of my face and a finger brushed down the bridge of my nose before his hand was tangled in my hair again, the pads of his fingers massaging my scalp, causing me to release a muffled sigh.
“You are in your head. You’re always in your damn head overthinking shit.
I’m not gonna lie and say I have all the answers, because I don’t, but this thing with us feels right.
It will continue to feel right if we both make sure we focus on the things that matter.
I’m not saying it’s gonna always be this easy but it will always be.
That’s the most important thing. Stop stressing, aight? ”
“Fine.”
He laughed again at the same time my eyes rolled then closed.
“Such a fucking brat.” He lifted enough to press a kiss to my forehead.
“Such a fucking enabler.”
He didn’t respond because we both were clear on our roles. I loved this man and nothing in the world could challenge the idea that I knew he felt the same.
The next morning we slept in late, but by ten, we were up and moving around.
I had plans to head to my sister’s to see my niece and nephew while Asim was on his way to meet up with his accountant.
At the present I was on speakerphone with Learah, listening to her talk a mile a minute about whether or not she should open up a small art studio to showcase her paintings as well as other local unknown artists.
“I just don’t know if it would make money and I don’t want to waste the time or energy.”
“It’s not about that, Lear. It’s what you love to do; so if nothing else, it can be a retreat.”
She sucked her teeth and I laughed. “What?”
“I don’t want a damn retreat. I want to be able to hold my own.”