Chapter 20 Jahlil #2
A thick cloud of passion filled the space quicker than the steam coming from the shower Emani started.
He watched her, heavy lustful lids, and smirked to himself.
Funny how things came full circle. That then, and even now, when Emani’s confidence had been tested, she still held on to it.
Every article of clothing, Emani removed with intention and captivity.
The tank top dropped to the floor exposing the pair of beautifully perky breasts that could fit into the palms of his hands.
Nipples that made him groan with the muscle memory of nipping, licking, and suckling them.
His eyes trailed down her midsection, the belly ring they betted on whether or not she would get if she reneged in her first-ever spades game.
The basic, silver thirty dollar belly ring had now been replaced by gold and diamond ring that glimmered under the light.
She wiggled out her shorts next. Down over her naturally round hips and plump ass. The black lace panties rested against her waxed mound. Her thumbs glided underneath the sides of the panties.
“Take them off,” his voice rumbled. Emani nipped her lip and pushed them down her thick, golden brown thighs. Jahlil closed the space between them, his hand out for her panties.
She groaned. “Mm mm.”
“Why not?” he grumbled.
“I don’t know if you still love me,” she muttered with a coyness.
Emani’s taunt made him hang his head lower and his hands grip her thighs and place her atop the cold bathroom counter. He tilted her chin upward, covering her lips with his.
“Seven years and it never went away. I tried burying it. Covering it up with everything else and when you strip me down to nothing, you’re at the center.”
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Savage?” Emani asked, letting her fingers dance to the top of his pants.
“I don’t need to seduce you. That’s a given.”
Emani dangled her panties in the air, taunting him with her aroma. Jahlil grasped them, inhaled her scent as if he’d longed for it.
“Take that shit off,” Emani commanded softly. “All of it.”
Jahlil found himself on a balance beam – delicately maneuvering the power between both of them. Their natural tug of war because when it came to what she needed from him, she’d never been shy. Soft, never shy. Jahlil loved that about her.
Undressing for her, he held eye contact.
The thick steam dancing around them swayed with their movements.
Emani tip-toed into the shower and Jahlil was right behind her.
He watched her pour the body wash onto the towel.
His tense shoulders relaxed when the warmth of the towel and luxury bodywash touched his skin.
After a week of games, practices, classes and managing Andrew, his body would tense. Though he never said anything, she could tell by the hike of his shoulders that he was stressed. Emani would hum softly, wait until Andrew was sound asleep before pulling him into the tiny shower of the apartment.
Jahlil placed his hands on the shower wall, groaning at her touch.
If he ever wondered whether or not she still held a light for him after all of the years that lapsed between them, this answered it.
This sealed the deal. She urged him to turn around.
The weight of her presence almost too heavy to hold.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, cupping her face. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, E.”
“All is forgiven, Jah.”
“Like that?”
“We’ll have a million more battles to fight, let this one be one we don’t revisit. What I want from tonight moving forward is to be yours again. And I want you to be mine.”
“Whatever you want.” The assurance was sealed with a deep kiss and grip of her ass. He returned the favor. Washed her, massaged her shoulders. Carried her out of the shower, dried her off, and laid her in the middle of the made bed.
“You just going to stare at me?” Emani toyed as Jahlil dipped his fingers into her body butter.
“I am because I deprived myself of years of adoring you. You don’t like being adored no more?” he quizzed, warming the scented butter in his hands and placing them on her thighs. He massaged the soreness from them. “Don’t matter if you say no, I’m not going to stop.”
“I like it,” Emani buzzed. His strong hands alleviating the days of rehearsals, walk throughs, and the ultimate performance. “If I remember correctly, this is how you got me the first time.”
“Uh,” Jahlil spoke with a rumble of a lingering laugh. “That first time was all on you. Talking about ‘my feet hurt, Jahlil, do something about it’. Then I had pussy in my face.”
Emani corrected. “Sweet pussy. Your words not mine.”
“Shit is better than candy, I swear. Still sweet?”
“You’ll have to find out. It’s right there.”
Jahlil nipped his lip and finished massaging her calves before dragging her to the edge of the bed. Emani yelped then giggled. “Pretty muhfucka.”
Emani grinned. “I could say the same.”
“No one will ever get away with that but you,” he hummed, gliding his long fingers over her lips and lowering himself to his knees.
One swipe of his tongue over her smooth center and he moaned.
He did it again, making Emani’s body sink further into the mattress.
The third time, her moans were now audible. “Sweet pussy. Mine.”
Emani’s hands found the back of his head and her hips grinded against his face. “All yours. Been yours.”
“Mmhmm,” Jahlil groaned, slurping her up.
“Eat that shit up, Savage.”
Jahlil flashed her a look and his eyes went dark. Emani bit a grin, knowing exactly what she was doing. His arms locked around her thighs tighter, holding her in place as he latched onto her bud. Spinning, flickering, and twirling his tongue before slurping up the sweet nectar.
“Forever mine.”