Chapter 32 Jahlil
“Good morning,” he groaned against her cheek, his large hands finding their way into the pajama pants she fished out of her things hours ago.
Emani tiredly hummed back. “Sanaa.”
“I put her kicking ass back in her bed two hours after she fell asleep,” Jahlil shared, pulling Emani closer to him. “You not hot in these pants?”
“Burning up,” Emani muttered back. “You didn’t have to move her. She’s a good cuddler.”
“Her daddy is better,” he rumbled against her lips. “Body still sore?”
“Yeah, might go get a massage or something today. Since everyone is leaving me.”
“I got it handled.” Between the words he spoke, he kissed her face and neck and pushed a hand under her shirt to massage her breasts.
Emani melted under his touch.
“Oh so, your dick is going to make the soreness go away?” she sassed, adjusting her body underneath the weight of him.
Pushing the shirt she wore completely over her head and tossing it across the room, he continued his pursuit. “The masseuse is coming after your meeting. Derrick is coming to do your hair. By the time you’re done, I’ll be pulling up to take you to lunch.”
He pressed his thumb against her bud and groaned in contact with the immediate wetness of her center. Emani’s breathing slowed as she pulled in a deep breath, prepping herself for the sweet torture of his tongue.
“Ohhh, I get a date?” she hummed, as she rubbed his bare shoulders.
“You do,” he said with a kiss to her lower lips. “You deserve a date.”
“What else do I deserve?” she questioned, shuddering beneath his kisses. Sweet and soft, only prepping her for the swipes of his tongue and suction of his lips.
“Every fuckin’ thing,” he groaned, inhaling her scent and pushing her legs open and up. “Pillow.”
Emani grabbed the pillow and placed it over her mouth, gasping into as he pulled her bud into a suction.
Tongue flickering, his long fingers pushing in and out of her.
Her hips grinded over his face covering him in her honey, just the way he wanted.
There was no other reason he woke her up this early.
He had training in an hour and wanted her scent gracing his nose.
The muffled moans were music to his ears and told him exactly what he could feel. His Rose was going to rain down on him and he wanted to be inside when it happened. Releasing her, he rested on his knees and smacked her thighs.
Jahlil grunted, enjoying how they rippled before gritting his command. “Ass up. Face in the pillow.”
Before Emani turned over, she sat up and licked her juices from his lips. “Mmm.”
“Mmhmm. You only sweet for me.”
“You know it,” she quipped back, turning over and twerking her round ass. Jahlil smacked it, earning him a moan that fused with a giggle.
“We got a house full of kids,” he groaned, warring with himself to remain as quiet as possible. “Gon’ have more you keep doing that shit.”
“Want me to stop?” Emani teased, biting her lip and tooting her ass up more. “I can stop.”
Jahlil was out of his shorts and thrusting into her.
“Ohhh fucckkk.”
“Pillow,” he grunted. “Keep that shit up, don’t stop now.”
Jahlil held onto Emani’s hips as she bucked, rolled, threw it back and looked over her shoulder with the glint in her eyes of remaining quiet. That was until Jahlil forced her on her stomach, pushed her leg up and hit that spot.
“Put your face in the pillow, Rose.”
Emani bit the pillow, eyes shut as she enjoyed the pleasure and pain fighting for possession of her body. Jahlil laced his fingers in hers and mercilessly hit her spot until they’d made a mess of each other. He rested atop of her, breathing heavy.
“That wasn’t the plan,” he muttered, rolling off of her.
“But it was so damn good,” she buzzed, trying to get control of her body again. “That’s that shit that had me beating up bitches.”
Jahlil lazily smacked her ass. “No more fighting. I’ll handle the battles, Rose.”
“My battles are-”
“Mine to fight. Hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy, I do.”
He groaned as she sat up. “Stop it before I have you hanging off the bed fighting to stay quiet.”
“I’d take you up on that iifff I didn’t promise the kids breakfast before school. I have responsibilities now,” Emani said with a giggle, inching out of the bed.
“I’m not shocked but I love how Sanaa is taking to you. Y’all got something special. She’s never had something special. Like a bond and place that’s hers. She’s been wanting that.”
“I can feel it. I felt it yesterday when she stared at me before she started touching me. It was like a shock to her system and then this feeling of finality,” Emani explained as she helped him strip the bed and followed him into the bathroom. “Funny enough, I’ve always wanted that too.”
“You don’t mind stepping into this role?”
“Did I mind before?” Emani quizzed, looking up at him. Jahlil swayed his head. “I know what you are and what you come with. I’ve never wanted anything else. Shit, if I can be a godmother to my almost stepson, I can love yours too.”
“Ours and when you’re ready, we’ll add some more.”
Emani laughed and shrugged him off of her. “You’ve been trying to put a baby in me since freshmen year. Relax, Savage.”
“Can’t even lie, I’ve been trying to trap your ass since the first hit. I should’ve tried harder,” he joked.
“Nah because if you popped back up seven years later, I’d hate you right now. I mean I’d hate your stinking guts. You would’ve made me sick,” Emani joked, reciting lines from her favorite movie.
“I’ll always be the Alfalfa to your Darla. You can wash my back?”
“Yeah,” she hummed sweetly, following him into the shower. “You’re going to let me exfoliate this?”
“I was going to ask after the first game though, you’re rough as hell,” Jahlil stated, standing under his shower head.
“Oh so now you want to complain?” Emani sassed. “No one ever complains about me being rough until they got a little bit of pain.”
“You throwing your ass back and scratching me up is something different, Rose.”
A shared laugh, a back wash and changed sheets led the two out the room to divide and conquer Monday morning.
Aunt Violet made sure everyone knew she wasn’t going to be around until dinner so Emani and Jahlil were on their own with Andrew and Sanaa.
Though Jahlil didn’t say much, he watched how Emani juggled Sanaa’s hair while getting her hype about her first day of pre-k, making sure she ate just enough, packing snacks and making smoothies.
She was in the zone again. How she did all of this years ago and stayed on top of her grades would forever amaze him.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” she buzzed, handing him his prework out smoothie. The recipe she embedded in her brain. “Taste that, make sure I got it right.”
Jahlil took a long sip, his shoulders dropped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Damn, I missed this.”
“Daddy,” Sanaa buzzed, fixing her bow in the long mirror in the living room. “You have to watch your mouth. I heard you in there kissin’. Oh fuck, oh fuck! I heard you. We can’t use those words anymore right, Mani?”
Andrew almost choked on his swig of water. Emani snapped her head toward, Jahlil who dropped his head.
“I told you,” Emani mouthed.
“We weren’t kissin’,” Jahlil stated. “We were moving the bed.”
“Well, you can move the bed without all of that noise,” Sanaa muttered. “Mani, are you going to be here when I get home from school?”
“I will. Remember you said we’re making ghettis and meatballs?” Emani asked, using Sanaa’s words.
“I have to make sure. You come trying to trick me,” Sanaa stated with her hand on her waist. “I don’t like being tricked. My old mommy tricked me. Said she was coming back and never came back. So no tricks.”
Emani moved over and squatted down to her level. “I promise, no tricks. And if you have a great first day, we’ll go get ice cream before your dad’s game tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah,” she buzzed, dancing and wiggling past Emani. “Come on niggas, I got good things to do.”
“Naa,” Jahlil called, making her stop and huff.
“I mean come on daddy and butthole,” Sanaa corrected, cutting Andrew a look.
Andrew pretended to run after her, making Sanaa take off toward the garage. “See you, E.”
Emani hugged him. “Good choices today?”
“Always,” Andrew promised before he was out the door behind Sanaa, picking her up and putting her inside the car. His laughter fusing with Sanaa’s fit of giggles.
“You’re good at this,” Jahlil encouraged, kissing her lips. “Relax, aight?”
“I’ll try. See you.”
“Not if I see you first, Rose.”