Chapter 10 #3
I went back to our place to pack our suitcases for the trip.
My suitcase had everything packed, and Jameera’s was just missing whatever outfits and shoes she wanted to toss in.
A silent dinner at home, then a warm shower before slipping into bed, was daunting.
I wanted Jameera home. It took everything out of me not to go downstairs and carry my baby back home.
As the clock struck midnight, the security system announced that the front door had been opened and the alarm disabled, then reset. Sitting up in bed, I smiled when Jameera entered the bedroom in a pair of pajamas with her hair in two pigtail braids.
“I didn’t think you were going to come home.”
“I wasn’t. I wanted to make you suffer longer. Luckily for you, Travis popped up at Amill’s place with his camera, so I had to hit the door,” she explained, pulling the covers back to slip in bed.
“Jameera, I want to apologize again. I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions and reacted like that, but—”
“There are no buts, Q.”
“You right. I was wrong. Hard stop,” I admitted.
“Without trust and communication, we won’t go the distance.”
“You’re right,” I affirmed, pulling Jameera to my side of the bed. Hugging her from behind, the faint smell of her shampoo and conditioner lingered. I inhaled, reveling in her scent. I’d missed it. “That shit has to go both ways though. You should’ve communicated what happened that day.”
“You’re right,” she admitted.
“I’m going to do better,” we blurted at the same time.
We chuckled, settling in our spots. Repositioning my body over hers, I placed my hands by her side and allowed my body to hover over her. Jameera reached up, her hands clasped tightly around my face.
“Don’t ever make me feel like that again. I thought I was going to lose you,” she lamented.
“I won’t,” I promised, leaning down to peck her lips.
Jameera held onto the back of my head, her hands running across my scalp as I deepened the kiss. My hands reached down, spreading her legs, allowing my right hand to slip beneath her pajama bottoms. Fat ma was bald and drenched.
“Fuck, you so wet.” I broke the kiss, swirling my tongue down her neck for a quick moment while I pulled the covers off us. Brushing her shirt and bra up to caress her nipples. I pulled one of her melon-sized breasts into my mouth, and her back arched beneath me.
My mouth continued down, trailing over her waist beads until I was pulling her bottoms and panties off.
I peppered kisses on her thighs then swirled my tongue around her clit.
Fat ma always tasted delectable, and I could never get enough of it.
I would lick her pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if she’d let me.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned, opening her legs wider.
I licked down Jameera’s slit then brought more juices to her clit, eating her slow and sloppy.
Her hands found the back of my head again, the slurping sounds filling our bedroom.
Two fingers slipped inside, soaked on impact.
Wanting a better angle in this wet shit, I threw one leg over my shoulder and pushed the other one further up.
“Fuck, Q!” Jameera hissed, gripping at the sheets. I looked up at her pretty face, she loved seeing my face while I ate her pussy. “I missed you so much, baby.”
I nodded, humming into her pussy, increasing the speed at which I flicked my tongue across her clit. My fingers felt her walls clamping down.
“I’m cummin’. Fuck right there!”
I held Jameera in place, allowing my tongue to lick up every drop her pussy spat out.
Jameera pulled me up by the collar of my shirt, bringing us face to face. I kissed her, sharing her juices while she spread her legs.
“I need you to fuck me,” she practically begged, igniting a fire within me.
She reached down and guided my dick to her center. Pushing inside, my eyes rolled to the back of my head the way her pussy welcomed me back in.
“Fuck, I missed you, bae,” I groaned.
After a few strokes, I lifted slightly and held onto Jameera’s left thigh as I drilled inside of her.
“You feel so good. Q, I…”
“What? Use your words and spit it out, beautiful.” I cockily grinned, picking up the pace in this wet shit. Her pussy was trying to drown me, but I knew just how to please Jameera.
“I love you. Your dick so… so good.” Jameera panted, her words quick and short.
“I love you too,” I affirmed. My free hand went to her breast, and I leaned down to suck on her neck. Roughly trailing my tongue up her neck, over her chin, until my tongue was in her mouth again.
“Oh my spots,” she murmured. “I’m about to cum!”
The grip I had on her breast was repositioned to her waist as I stroked her pussy hard and fast. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel that good shit.”
“I’m cummin’,” she shrieked.
Her walls choked my dick, taking every drop of nut I had to offer. Jameera smiled up at me, refreshed and relaxed, her pigtails unraveling. I plopped down beside her, and Jameera kissed me slow and deep, her delicate hands stroking my dick back to life.
“We were taking shots of Hennessy,” she snickered, biting into her bottom lip.
I knew what that meant. Jameera didn’t have to utter another word. Pulling my shirt off, I drug her to the edge of the bed by her ankle.
“Toot that ass up. You know I can go all night,” I declared.