15. This Is Mine #2
“You’re right, let me get my things so we can head out.” Aniyah responded, pushing away from the door. The movement brought her close to Trevor again. His hand reached out and grabbed her waist.
“We should have enough time for an appetizer.” He said without thinking. The confusion that bloomed over Aniyah’s face would’ve have made him laugh if he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now.
“Appetizer? Trev, we have to go if you want that. Wait, what—” Aniyah stopped her question seeing Trevor drop down to his knees. His strong hands reached around to grip her ass bringing her body flush against his. From this angle her center was directly in front of his face.
“I have been dreaming about the way you taste for months. I know we still have a lot to talk about and we will tonight, I promise. But Roxanne, if I don’t French kiss your pussy in the next 4.5 seconds, I fear I may lose my fucking mind.” Trevor felt Aniyah’s body shiver against him.
“Fuck yes, do what you gotta do, Trev. I want to make sure you’re intellectually sound at dinner tonight.”
Trevor laughed as he pushed Aniyah’s dress over her hips and pulled her panties down.
“I thank you for your service.” Aniyah’s giggle quickly turned to a moan as Trevor swiped his tongue between his second favorite set of lips on her body. Her taste hit his tongue in an explosion of her personal ambrosia. He could die here, a happy man.
“Fuck, Trevor, don’t tease me.”
“I would never do that, baby. But I needed to get my quick taste in.” As soon as he finished speaking, he immersed himself in her heat, doing exactly what he promised, French kissing her sweet entrance.
Aniyah’s hands shakily gripped his head as she ground against his face without a care in the world.
All that mattered was the feeling of Trevor’s lips on her and her clit grinding against his nose.
Trevor could tell that it had been a minute since Aniyah had an orgasm, she was at the brink already.
He loved the way she was fucking his face and taking what rightfully belonged to her.
From her taste, her satisfaction and those sinful noises she was making, Trevor was on his way over the edge too.
He began to suck on her clit causing Aniyah to cry out in pleasure.
“You eat me so fucking well baby. I’ve missed you so much.” Trevor moaned in response, not letting up. He eased two fingers inside of her, pumping slowly in rhythm with her movements against him. The way she gripped his fingers was unreal.
“I’m—shit—I’m cumming!” Aniyah cried out, at the same time Trevor felt himself cum just from pleasing her.
He placed a gentle kiss against her mound before standing to his full height.
Aniyah was still catching her breath leaning against her front door.
Her eyes traced over him. Her juices glistening on his face would always be a favorite sight of hers.
“Thank you, baby. I needed that.” Trevor said. Aniyah blushed in return.
“You’re thanking me when I should be thanking you. I’ve been wound up for months. Let’s get cleaned up.” She said moving towards her bathroom.
“Yeah I definitely need to clean up, you still got my extra pair of briefs here?” Aniyah turned to look at Trevor . A sheepish smile crossed his face.
“Pleasing you made me cum, so I need to clean up.” Aniyah’s mouth dropped open.
“My heavens, my stars. We are never going to make it to dinner with you telling me things like that!” Trevor laughed loudly, he felt so light in the moment. This was exactly what he needed.
“Come on girl! I know you’re hungry. Let me feed you.”
“That dick?” Aniyah asked slyly.
“Real food.” He sternly replied, although dick was absolutely on the menu tonight. They needed to talk first and Trevor would make sure they would.
“We are always going out to eat, greedy asses.” Aniyah joked as they sat down at their favorite hole in the wall.
It wasn’t crowded, just a handful of couples scattered through the room, the occasional clink of glasses rising above the gentle hum of the speakers.
Trevor noticed when the staff began clearing a small patch of floor near the bar before the first notes of Deborah Cox drifted through the room.
He was already standing before he fully realized it.
Aniyah lifted a brow from her chair, amused. “Are you serious?”
Trevor held out his hand like the answer was obvious. “Come here.”
She laughed, that quiet, familiar sound he’d missed more than he realized, but she slid her hand into his anyway and let him pull her toward the open space near the speaker.
The opening notes of Nobody’s Supposed to Be Here rolled through the room as Trevor settled one hand along her waist, guiding her closer without thinking.
Their bodies began to sway in rhythm with the song.
Aniyah rested her head lightly against his shoulder, and for a moment neither of them spoke.
Trevor let out a slow breath, the scent of her perfume wrapping around him in a way that felt grounding after the last few months of noise.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this until now—the simple closeness of her body moving with his, the quiet ease that always seemed to settle between them when the world stopped demanding something from him.
“This song feels appropriate,” she murmured against his shoulder.
Trevor chuckled softly, his hand sliding a little lower along her back as they swayed. “Yeah?”
Aniyah tipped her head back so she could look up at him, her eyes catching the candlelight.
“Because nobody’s supposed to be here.”
Trevor smiled faintly.
“But here we are.”
They moved slowly with the rhythm, neither rushing the moment. The music wrapped around them, familiar and warm, the kind of song that had lived in the background of a hundred late-night drives and quiet Sunday mornings.
After a moment Trevor glanced down at her. “You written any poems lately?”
Aniyah lifted a brow, the corner of her mouth tilting. “Of course.”
His thumb brushed lightly along her back as he pulled her a little closer. “You gonna let me read them?”
She studied him for a second before that slow smile spread across her face. “If you’re a good boy.”
Trevor laughed under his breath, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “I’m always a good boy.”
He leaned closer, lowering his mouth near her ear, his voice dropping just enough to make the words land.
“I know you remember the last time I was a good boy for you.”
The heat that rushed across her face made Trevor grin immediately.
“Aht-aht,” she warned, lifting her head to look at him, though the laughter dancing in her eyes ruined any attempt at real reprimand. “Don’t start.”
Trevor chuckled softly, tightening his arm around her waist as the music carried them through the rest of the song.
When the music faded, neither of them moved right away.
Trevor kept his hand at her waist a second longer than necessary before finally guiding her back toward their table.
This time they didn’t sit across from each other.
Aniyah slid into the seat beside him instead, their shoulders brushing while the candle between them flickered softly.
Trevor watched the flame for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he spoke.
“These last few months…” He exhaled slowly. “As hard as it was, you were right. I needed them.”
Aniyah turned slightly toward him, her arm resting along the back of the booth. “It was a tough decision at the time, but it needed to happen.”
“I had to sit with some things,” Trevor agreed, his voice steady but quieter now.
“The end of my marriage and Zara losing her mom. The guilt I didn’t realize I was still carrying around.
” His fingers brushed lightly against hers on the table.
“I didn’t want to drag any of that into whatever this is between us.
I’ve been going to therapy to work all that shit out too. ”
Aniyah didn’t interrupt. She just listened, her hand staying where it was beside his.
“You gave me the space to do that,” he said. “But you never disappeared.”
He glanced over at her.
“The calls every day and seeing you with Zara…” Trevor shook his head slightly, a quiet smile touching the corner of his mouth. “You’ve been a pillar in my life even while we were standing on opposite sides of the room.”
Aniyah studied him for a moment before asking softly, “Why now?”
Trevor blinked. “What do you mean?”
She met his gaze fully.
“Three months ago, everything was falling apart around you,” she said calmly. “How do I know this isn’t just relief from that?”
Trevor leaned back slightly, absorbing the question.
Fair.
More than fair.
“I knew you would ask that question once we ended up here,” he admitted after a moment. “I thought about it long and hard.
His thumb brushed lightly along the back of her hand.
“Relief feels temporary,” he said slowly. “Like catching your breath after a storm.” He looked at her again. “This doesn’t feel like that.”
Aniyah held his gaze taking in his words .
“This feels rooted,” Trevor continued. “I’m not running from anything when I’m with you.
When we started this, everything I felt for you was genuine.
I know I’ve said this before but I was not using you because I was lonely.
My feelings for you are genuine even back when I was trying to hold my life together by the seams.”
He took a quiet breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle between them.
“Somewhere in the middle of all that I realized something…” Trevor turned fully toward her now. “I’m in love with you.”
Aniyah’s breath caught softly of all the things she expected him to say, that was not one of them.