Chapter 16 Jabali
I had jogged quickly to the guest room to retrieve a condom from my wallet. No more surprises… hopefully. Not right now, not when we had so much to figure out.
Then, she was in my arms again.
Soft.
Panting.
So fucking sweet.
Ten years’ worth of misunderstanding and space had turned into a reconnection so fierce, it left our breathing ragged and our bodies wanting.
Leaning down, I kissed her. It was so hard to kiss her soft.
Gentle. I wanted her too badly. I always had.
When I released her lips, her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Her eyes held desire that threatened to burn me to a crisp from the inside out.
She pulled her plump lower lip into her mouth as if she was thinking about devouring me whole.
I liked that shit.
Our eyes locked, conveying silently what felt heavy on our tongues.
Before we crossed more lines, I needed to make sure we had an understanding.
My hand came up to softly grab her chin, coaxing her bottom lip from between her perfect white teeth.
My fingertips felt the shivers my touch caused her body.
Those involuntary tremors almost made me lay her out then.
“When we do this, no more hiding on this hill from me. No more hiding from me, period. No more running, either. We work shit out. It’s the least our baby deserves.
” My hand slid from her chin before wrapping around her throat.
Pulling her face close to mine, I made sure we were eye to eye, nose to nose, and exchanging each other’s inhales and exhales before I spoke my next words. “Understand?”
She nodded.
“Nah, mama. I need the words,” I insisted.
She bit that kiss-swollen lip again, murmured, “I understand, Jabali.”
I lay her down and began claiming her again.
From the top of her head to the tips of her pretty toes, I wrote my name across her skin, reestablishing myself in her memories.
Ten years later, and it felt as new as it did the first time as I tried to imprint on not just her body but her soul.
She moaned and held on to me as my lips branded her pretty brown skin.
She learned to trust my touch to bring her pleasure again.
Kyleigh rewarded me with an endless waterfall as I used my mouth and hands to make love to her.
“Jabali, please,” she whimpered as I strummed her clit while sucking her nipple hungrily. Fuck, I loved these luscious ass titties.
“Please, what?” I asked.
Her eyes tangled with mine. “Please, now.”
Reaching lower, I grabbed her legs, spreading them and anchoring them against my arms. Vulnerability blended with excitement in her eyes. I could still taste her. Now, I wanted to feel her.
I heard the moment Kyleigh exhaled, the literal moment she relaxed before I took her.
That first slide inside her body shocked me.
The tight, wet recesses of her pussy felt better than coming home.
I bit back a groan as the lush warmth of her squeezed around me, muscles almost fighting me.
Never taking my eyes off hers, I let her adjust to my size as her nails dug into my back.
The tear that slid out of the corner of her eye wet my lips as I kissed it away. Then, I had to move.
A slow slide out.
A greedy slam back inside.
This time she whispered my name as I repeated the pattern, wrapping those thick thighs around me like her beloved warm cocoa on a cold day.
I fucked her in long, possessive strokes, fighting the word “mine” as it flitted through my head over and over.
She held on to me as she met my thrusts, as hungry for me as I was for her.
From position to position, I drove home the old knowledge that it had always been her and the new awareness that it would always be her.
I took her body over and over, cumming in her and with her until she collapsed beneath me.
She was asleep before I could roll us over.
I stayed there, my dick filling her pussy, her breast filling my hand, and finally allowed the exhaustion from our efforts to lull me into the most peaceful sleep I had experienced in years.