Chapter 22 #2
“There’s no rush, especially not on my behalf.
I had him earlier and I’ll have him later.
” She smiled in a knowing way that had Samari smiling in understanding.
“Lee didn’t just miss me, he missed his son.
All of them actually. He needs this, I won’t rush it.
I’ve been patient for twenty-three years.
One night won’t make a difference. Come talk to me.
” She waved Samari over and grabbed the bottle of wine they’d started during dinner.
As soon as they made it to the table, Kendra’s eyes drifted to her husband again.
He smiled, winked, then turned his attention back to the conversation.
But not even a second later, Asao had his gaze on Samari and did the same thing.
“You have my son’s attention.”
Samari blushed. “Maybe.”
“More than maybe, sweetheart. I know my son. I’ve watched the two of you tonight. You have him.” She reached for one of the wine glasses and filled it. “But he has you too.”
“This is new,” Samari admitted.
Kendra smirked. “New doesn’t change the outcome. I knew Lee for three days before he had me. Thirty-four years later, he still has me, and I’ve missed two decades with that man. Well, physically anyway. I never left him, he never left me.”
“Asao said that he wouldn’t let you see him.”
“He wouldn’t. He needed the separation, and if that separation brought him home to me, I was more than willing to give what he needed.”
“And what about what you needed?” Samari asked with pinched brows.
Kendra filled her glass and enjoyed the first sip.
“I need my husband. Not having him was hard but I knew I would get him back. The thought of never having him in my home, in my bed, or in life, was not something I could survive. Time I could handle, as long as it meant getting him back. I gave him what he needed and now I have what I need.” She smiled and glanced across the room before her eyes were on Samari again. “You can’t be selfish in love.”
“You don’t think he was being selfish by not letting you see him?”
Kendra laughed softly. “No. He did what he had to do to give me what I needed. Neither of us could do a damn thing about the time between us. The judge made a decision that was out of our control. What Lee could control was making sure the time was temporary and that he made it home to us. He’s here. It might not make sense…”
Samari smiled and cut her off. “It does.”
“Good, now let’s talk about you and my son.
What makes sense between the two of you?
And yes, I’m being nosy and you’re going to let me because before he was yours, he was mine and I need to make sure you deserve him.
” She lifted her glass and smirked behind it.
“Or that he deserves you because I’m not naive. He is my son and I do know him.”
Kendra had also known Asao’s first love.
She would be willing to admit to loving Na’Mya too, but that love was young and represented a different time in her son’s life.
It broke him when he lost her, mostly because he’d blamed himself.
That was hard for a man led by his protective nature to deal with.
Kendra hurt because Asao hurt. So to see that he was giving someone else the chance to reach the heart he’d locked away years ago settled her soul.
The few hours Kendra had been around Samari were put to good use.
She watched and studied the woman who had her son wide open.
Kendra could sense Samari was with Asao because she wanted ownership of his heart which the songbird, as he referenced her, already had.
She prayed Samari handled the responsibility with care because as grown as Asao was, he would always be her baby.
Samari laughed. “Do I get to be nosy too?”
His mother didn’t hold all of Asao’s secrets but she definitely held some. Samari was curious as to whether or not she would share.
Kendra winked. “We’ll see.”
It was almost two in the morning when Asao and Samari made it to the beach house. Dinner had been perfect and the company was on point. Dom and Niles pulled up to show love considering Leedren had been a big part of their lives until he had to serve time.
As bad ass kids they spent years under his watchful eyes because they were his son’s best friends. They trusted his guidance and respected his leadership, even if they snuck around behind his back doing things he’d told them not to.
Samari and Kendra talked and drank wine, stealing glances at their men until they dozed off side by side on the sofa because they’d worked their way through two more bottles. After Niles and Dom ducked out, Asao spent time chopping it up with his pops about any topic that crossed their minds.
Leedren made sure to give his thoughts on the woman his son had chosen to be at his side and the approval Asao received from both of his parents had further confirmed what he felt in his heart.
When it was right, the world had no objections.
Not that he would have given a damn who disapproved of the choice to have her in his life but to know everyone he held close welcomed Samari with open arms felt damn good.
While he unloaded the food his mother sent home with them, Samari sat on the counter smiling softly, watching her man.
“This is a lot of damn food,” he mumbled after removing the third glass container sent by his mother.
“She thinks I can’t cook and if I don’t cook, you won’t eat.” Samari playfully rolled her eyes. “At least not anything worth a damn.”
Asao chuckled because now the reasoning behind the excessive amount of food his mother insisted they take made perfect sense.
“You can’t cook, Mari.”
She frowned and he placed the three containers in the refrigerator before he made his way to Samari and stepped between her legs. The space between them was now home, even when he wasn’t stroking her deep. “Stop looking offended.”
“You said I can’t cook and I can.”
His arrogant smile expanded. “Nah, not like my moms though. She’s not talking about pasta with sauce from a jar, biscuits from a can, or cornbread out a box. My OG gets down in the kitchen. All that shit is from scratch. So if you can’t do that, in her eyes you can’t cook.”
“Nobody cooks like that,” Samari stated, bringing a smile to Asao’s face.
“She does. Don’t stress that shit though. She’ll probably offer to teach you.”
Samari huffed. “She already did.”
Asao chuckled.
“But I like her though,” she admitted.
“Yeah?”
“Yep, she’s nice, and I like your dad too. Y’all are so much alike it’s scary.”
“What do you mean?” he asked with his brows pinched and Samari pointed to his face.
“That right there. He has the same look and y’all both have the same actions.
The way you brush your hand over your head before you drop it when you don’t want people to see you smiling or the way he puts his hand on your mother’s face the exact same way you put yours on mine.
Y’all do the same things and seeing the two of you sitting side by side was wild as hell because it made it easy to see what my future could be. ”
“Word, and what does your future look like?”
“A man who loves and protects.”
“Then why did you say could be?”
Asao reached for the hem of Samari’s shirt and worked it over her head. After he tossed it on the counter beside them, he kissed a trail down her neck, over her shoulder ,and back up to the curve of her jaw.
“Because we haven’t talked about it.”
“Aight, then let’s talk about it.”
He lowered his head and allowed his teeth to graze her nipple through the sheer material of her bra.
“Mmm, you first,” Samari said lowly.
“You are my future, Mari. All I need is for you to feed me, fuck me, and trust me.”
She smiled big as hell.
Asao extended to his full height, looking her in the eyes when he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Once it was unclasped, he worked the straps down her shoulders and tossed it on top of her shirt.
“Can you handle that?”
He dipped his head again and flicked his tongue over her right nipple before he sucked it between his lips.
“I can definitely handle that but the feeding might be connected to the fucking until your mother teaches me how to cook since apparently I don’t know shit about being in the kitchen.”
He chuckled against her breast before he bit down on her right nipple and moved to the left. “I’m cool with that. A man can damn sure survive on good pussy, and yours, baby, is elite, undefeated in the streets.”
Samari busted out laughing. “Your word play needs to be studied.”
“My word play pays the bills, so it has to be on point.” Asao moved his hands to Samari’s ass and jerked her into him. “Now tell me what you need. This conversation can’t be one-sided.”
“You…”
“Me, that’s all you need?”
She nodded, then looped her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his waist when he lifted her from the counter to carry her to the bedroom.
“Yep, that’s all I need because you’re everything. So if I have you, I have everything.”
Asao released a cocky grin. “You know I was already gonna eat your pussy, right?”
She smiled. “Yep.”
“Then you don’t have to stroke my ego,” he said as he lowered her to the bed and began unfastening her jeans.
“I’m not stroking your ego,” she confessed. “I’m telling you what I need.”
“You got that then. Now say that shit again and say it right.”
“All I need is you.”
“Nah, not that. Tell me about your future and kill that passive voice.”
She lifted her hips when he dragged her jeans and panties from her waist so he could get them down her legs. “Watching your parents tonight let me see what my future will be.”
He dropped his head between her thighs and kissed her. “Am I your future, Mari?”
“Yes, shit yes…” came out after the warmth of his tongue moved the length of her pussy then back up to suck her clit.
“Then I’m yours and just know you can’t renege on that shit. I’m not coming up off you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Bet, now let me cash out.”
He covered her pussy with his mouth and flicked his tongue over her clit.
Within seconds, his beard was drenched. With deliberate strokes, he savored her pussy.
The tip glided through her lips then pushed deeper, teasing her opening before he retracted and sucked on her clit which thumped against his tongue.
Asao enjoyed every minute working his way back and forth through her lips, tasting her clit before his mouth opened wide and covered her completely, thrusting his tongue inside her.
Samari’s body jerked and shook while her pussy leaked and he savored every drop.
“Oh fuck…”
“You want me to fuck you, you need to come on my face first, Mari.”
His tongue darted in deep, tasting and teasing her entrance while Samari jutted her hips forward and ground against his face. Asao lifted his eyes and found hers narrowed just before a smile eased into place.
He pushed his hands under her ass and locked in, sucking on her swollen lips while flicking his tongue over her clit. The rhythm and pace of his assault had her muscles tightening all over. Her stomach locked tightly seconds before she came.
Asao slowed his pace, flattened his tongue, and dragged it over her pussy until her body released and sank into the mattress.
He lifted and removed his clothes right before he covered his dick with a condom from the nightstand.
His fists pressed into the bed and his arms caged Samari in. His eyes locked on her pretty face.
“You done?”
She smiled and shook her head.
“Good, because I want you to ride this dick like you know it’s yours.”
He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers.
She flicked her tongue out to taste herself on him, making him chuckle before he settled next to her and Samari lifted to straddle his waist. She leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his tongue while Asao gripped the back of her neck and fisted the hair at the base to deepen the kiss while she lifted enough to grip his dick steadily and guide herself down slowly.
He kept his eyes on the visual of his length sliding into her pussy.
It was stretched wide around the thickness of his dick and a cocky smile eased onto his face while Samari carefully glided up and down a few more times, finding her rhythm.
He gave her that but after she began to circle her hips, his hands moved to her waist while she lifted, only for him to slam her down hard.
Samari’s lids fluttered, her head dropped back, and she sucked in a deep breath.
“I thought I told you to ride me like you know this dick is yours, Mari.”
She smiled and lifted enough to adjust her position.
When she sank down on him again, he had a visual of her ass and the curve of her spine when she leaned back and dropped her palms onto his stomach.
Her nails sank into his skin while she bounced on his dick with her head back, neck extended and pussy tensing around him.
He smirked and let her fuck him however she wanted and she didn’t disappoint. Unable to keep his hands off her, he pushed them under her ass, spreading her cheeks wide and helping her motion.
When she lifted one of her hands and placed it on her stomach, he knew just how deep she felt him but Samari took it like a champ. Every fucking inch was buried deep each time she reached the base of his dick.
Asao shifted his hand, allowing his thumbs to move between her cheeks.
The tips were coated as her pussy leaked so he pushed one into her ass and smirked when she turned her head and delivered a narrowed glare over her shoulder.
She continued bouncing on his dick and circling her hips so he pushed in a little more and she moaned, arching her back a little more
“You good, Mari?”
“Very…” she moaned when he pushed his thumb in deeper and began fucking slowly, working his thumb at a pace that countered the rhythm she was fucking him.
“Oh shit, more…”
He smirked and thrust in faster, feeling her pussy clench harder, signaling her orgasm was right there.
“You better pull this nut out of me…” he demanded and she fucked him harder.
They came back to back with her tipping over the edge first, but Asao was right behind her.
He lifted her off his dick and tossed her onto the bed next to him and brought her into his chest right before his mouth crashed into hers.
When he pulled back, Asao lifted and extended an arm toward the nightstand where he reached for another condom.
“You did your thing, now it’s time for me to do mine.”
They were in for a long night, which meant a late morning, but it would be worth it.