Chapter 14
Chapter
Fourteen
RUBY
FLOODGATES
Amari had a golden tongue that was worth more than a Willie Wonka golden ticket. Tomorrow, I was throwing all my sex toys away. I’d never been a beggar, but I wasn’t too proud to ask Amari to put me on his calendar to receive oral sex as often as he could service me.
“Dang, Amari. Slow down, baby.” I spoke as sternly as I could, as my legs shook and coochie juice dripped on my expensive Egyptian sheets.
I held his head in place with my hands as his tongue reached for anything close. Wetness hit my thigh, my knee, and my clit. I continued to squirm hard, trying my best to gather myself under Amari’s hypnotic licks, but I couldn’t get myself together.
“Okay.” He raised his body and held his hands in the air as if he surrendered.
I braced my body on the bed and attempted to sit up.
“Thank you.”
That was easy.
As I brushed my hair from my eyes, Amari got on his knees and slowly inched himself up.
“You ready for what’s next?”
I was gone as Amari’s broad chest, ripped abs, and huge dick got closer to my face. My mouth watered as I imagined what was to come.
“Yes.” I nearly shouted the word.
Ms. Starks was ready for her sexual drought to be over. I reached for Amari’s penis and stroked it from base to tip.
“I love this.” I spoke directly to his long, thick pole.
“My eyes are up here, baby.”
“I’m not talking to your eyes. This is what I need.” I leaned forward and spit on it before rubbing it some more. “I want it fast and deep the first time. Forget making love. You know what to do.”
No matter how nasty I wanted to be, I couldn’t say the word out loud.
“You want me to fuck you?” Amari asked in the nastiest, sexiest way before he reached back and pinched my nipple.
I nodded and blushed despite myself.
“I got you, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable and let daddy in. I’ll make you feel real good.”
I widened my legs and did as Amari asked. When he lined his shaft to my honey pot, I held my breath.
“Relax.”
I exhaled.
As Amari teased me, I remembered how beautiful making love could be. I held his back as he gently entered me. He kissed my cheek and paused periodically, allowing me to adjust to his size.
“You good?”
“Yes. I want more.”
“Okay.”
He inserted more as I sucked him in. Within seconds, I felt his fullness. He stayed inside me as I squeezed him within my walls.
“Rock with me. Please, baby.”
His request was soothing and so polite.
My heart thumped. Amari was the kind of guy who talked a woman through lovemaking. Although I said I wanted it fast, he listened to my body as it soaked him up like a sponge. I desired tenderness, and Amari knew it. He was giving me exactly what I needed. I melted in his arms.
“Right there.”
“There?” He adjusted his body until I nodded.
He thrust his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Oh . . .”
“Enjoy it, sweetheart. Uh . . .” His body convulsed a little as if he’d hit a goldmine too.
“Damn. I felt that. Uh, . . . there it is again.” I hissed as a new sensation overtook me.
When I realized I had him under my control as much as he did me, I repeated my motions, rocking and rolling my hips until Amari’s head jerked high, and he bit his thick lips.
“I can’t hold it, baby. I need to pull out.”
Like nothing else that made sense with me, I held Amari’s butt close and kissed the portion of his neck nearest me.
“Don’t leave. Fill me up.”
He shook his head.
“That means . . .”
“I know.” I resumed my motions, rocking and rolling until Amari shook.
“I’m cumming.”
“Do it.” I closed my eyes and moved my body so Amari stayed in the spot that would make me cum too.
Within seconds, I felt wet heat enter me.
“Yes!” I shook and shouted like I’d caught the Holy Ghost.
As Amari moaned through his release and emptied his seed, I received and prayed for a new start. I would accept whatever the consequences of our coupling were, because this was the sensual baptism I needed to start my new life.
I woke up with my arms tangled with Amari’s.
I inhaled deeply as the faint scent of our sex mingled with previously clean bodies.
Body heat enveloped me more than the blankets lying on my bed.
Since my back was pressed to Amari’s chest, I arched it and thrust my butt into his growing erection.
His hand cupped my breast and pinched my nipple as he nuzzled my neck with his lips and nose.
“Hey, baby.”
The deep voice that was the automatic sensor to alert my honey pot that good loving was nearby vibrated against the hairs on the back of my neck.
I grinned hard and bit my lip before answering. As if on autopilot, my butt wiggled several times before Amari smacked it.
“You better settle that plump ass down if you don’t want me tearing your sexy self up again. I already warned you about not being able to walk if I took you too many times.”
Amari wasn’t lying. Although I’d been satisfied beyond my wildest dreams, a subtle throbbing that felt as if I’d been stretched lingered. I’d have to soak in Epsom salts once Amari left.
The howling wind rattled the windows as I remembered that a storm raged outside.
“Do you think everything’s okay?”
Amari separated from me and reached back to retrieve his phone.
Fortunately, he had a portable phone battery charger that charged both of our devices throughout the night.
He nestled back against me and held his phone in front of me so I could see it as we lay on the bed.
He swiped to his weather app with his thumb.
“It says we have at least a foot of snow in the area. Do you have a snow shovel in your garage?”
“Yes, but I can’t promise it’s not rusted or broken.”
Amari squeezed my hip.
“I’ll add that to my list, making sure that my baby has the essentials.”
I wanted to giggle like one of my students but bit my lip instead. There was that doggone soft life that Amari talked about.
“You’re a one-stop kind of guy. Repair man, business mogul, love machine. If you keep this up, I might be forced to move in with you.”
Amari kissed my neck.
“That’s the plan.”
I patted Amari’s arms, which held me snuggly under my breasts.
We lay in silence until he squeezed my hand.
“What do you miss most about being married?” he asked.
I stared at the clock beside my bed, wanting to respond in a way that didn’t reflect the bitterness that covered my heart like a cloak from Larenz’s betrayal.
“I don’t miss anything,” I answered honestly.
Amari was silent again.
“I pray that the next time you marry, you’ll have no bad days. May the joy you experienced overshadow every bit of sadness that made you think you didn’t deserve a carefree life. May you never again be deceived when it comes to realizing how valuable and precious you are.”
I closed my eyes and nestled close to him.
“Amen.”