12. Twelve - Ahmad
Twelve - Ahmad
I t’s been a crazy damn month. With Jameela healing from her c-section, Ahmir in the NICU, traveling back and forth to the hospital for work and to visit with my Little Man… I was mentally and physically drained.
Also, I think Jameela was trying to tempt me with the tiny ass pajamas she wore around the house.
The heaviness in my balls were starting to drive me crazy, but I didn’t want anyone but Jameela, and I knew it was completely inappropriate to start anything with her while we were going through all of this non-traditional dysfunction of bringing a child into the world.
We never really discussed that night, but by the way she’d been switching her hips in those tiny ass boy shorts… Jameela was playing with fire. And she was ‘bout ready to catch all this damn heat, and get a reminder of what this dick do.
Right on cue, Jameela walked out of her kitchen, with a glass of wine, plopping down on the couch.
“I can’t believe Ahmir is coming home tomorrow. I’m so damn excited. I can’t wait to have him with me twenty-four-seven. But first, I’m going to enjoy this wine before breastfeeding becomes all that I know.”
“It’s pretty much been all you know already. You’ve been pumping around the clock.”
And shit, as amazing as it was that my son was getting milk delivered to him daily straight from the source, watching Jameela massage her breasts as she pumped all damn day, had my mouth watering, desiring to be hydrated.
“I want to make sure my supply is up. But tonight, I’m going to enjoy a few glasses of red wine to celebrate.”
Jameela pulled her feet under her on the couch and leaned over to grab the remote. Her titties damn near fell out of her little ass tank top, and I couldn’t look away.
Is she tempting me on purpose?
I was really confused. And I didn’t want to make the wrong move, but man… was she poking the bear.
When she leaned in and laid her head on my shoulder… I knew for sure Jameela was thirst trapping.
When she snuggled in even closer, I had to inquire.
“MiMi, what are you doing, girl?”
She giggled… actually fucking giggled.
“What do you mean? I’m just getting comfortable.”
“You’ve been walking around your house with little to no clothes on for the past few weeks, popping your titties out at any given moment, and flirting with me,” I paused to see if her facial expression would give anything away, but she had her poker face on thick as hell.
“If you want the dick, MiMi, all you have to do is ask. However, as a medical professional, you’re not exactly cleared for sex. ”
“I… I… that’s not what I was doing.”
I turned to her, caressed her cheek which was bright with embarrassment, then pulled her face closer to mine.
“If you want something, all you have to do is ask.” I whispered against her lips, but purposely refusing to connect my skin with hers.
Jameela sat quietly for a few moments, biting her bottom lip. I was ready to take over that action for her, but I needed her to use her words.
Finally speaking, she whispered back, “It’s just… I’ve been so damn horny and emotional. I think it’s the postpartum hormones. But I haven’t had sex since the night we met, and I guess finally knowing that Ahmir is doing good and coming home… has me ready to just… just…” she trailed off.
“ Just what, Jameela.”
She shivered, and with me still cupping her face, the tremble moved through her into me, making my own horniness flow from the tight reins I thought I had on it.
“ Celebrate … I guess.” she finally responded.
“And how do you want to celebrate?” I pushed.
“With you buried between my legs,” Jameela brazenly responded.
“You’re not cleared for that, beautiful.”
“Aren’t you my doctor? Can’t you clear me for that?”
“Conflict of interest. I transferred your care to another physician until your doctor returns from her extended vacation,” I paused to let that information sink in, but then I continued, “But… I can help with your problem.”
I took her legs into my hand and untucked her feet from under her.
I laid Jameela down on the couch and climbed between her thighs.
Technically, Jameela was okay to have sex.
It had been five weeks since I pulled my son from her womb, and without the trauma of a vaginal birth, sex would not have harmed her in any way.
However, I didn’t think she was really ready for that.
Shit, I didn’t think I was ready for that.
But the selfish side of me wouldn’t allow her to go untouched tonight. I’d been craving a taste of her, and she’d given me the opening I needed.
My plan was to just get a taste, give Jameela the release she needed and tuck her into bed.
I hovered over her, and leaned in to give her the kiss I’d been fantasizing about since she walked out of that hotel room.
“Shit, MiMi. Your lips taste just as sweet as I remembered. Do you know that I thought about your ass every single fucking day?” I continued the connection of our lips, exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue until a moan escaped from the back of her throat.
“I need more, Saeed,” she whispered against my lips. I loved that she still called me Saeed most times, as I continued to call her MiMi. It felt like it was something special that only her and I shared.
It always had my dick straining harder than stone in my sweats. The sound of the name only she called me flowing off her lips and ringing into my ears always sent me right back to that hotel room, with me buried deep in the warm cavity of her womanhood.
I needed more of that.
Not right now, Maad.
Instead of burying myself deep inside of Jameela, I worked my lips slowly down her body, kissing her neck, breasts, and stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to the stretch marks that beautifully marred her skin and the perfect incision. I finally made my way to the juncture of her thighs.
I inhaled her ambrosial scent and it intoxicated me.
I looked up at Jameela for reassurance before I slid her panties down her legs.
She returned my stare and gave me a subtle nod.
“Please… hurry! ” she pleaded, after I guess I took too long.
“MiMi, relax, beautiful. I’m not going to leave you wanting for anything.”
I didn’t even allow her time to respond.
I went straight to devouring her pussy. I made sure to ignore her clit, focusing on her tight hole to build her up.
I wanted to draw this shit out, because I wasn’t sure how she would feel afterwards, or when we would get alone time again once Ahmir came home.
In addition, I was already high off her sweet nectar, and didn’t want to come down.
“Babyyyyy. Just like that. Give me a finger.”
I chuckled.
Bossy ass.
But I listened though, because my current job was to please her. And I was going to excel at that shit. So, instead of giving her just a finger, I supplied her with two… then three, spreading her honeypot open, as I moved my fingers in a circular motion.
And shit, the way her plush walls tightened around them… I wished it was my dick. But I kept my needs in check, solely focusing on Jameela’s.
In conjunction with my fingers, I finally turned my attention to her clit and sucked her swollen nub into my mouth. I was immediately met with her sweet cream and loud screams.
Curving my fingers, making sure to caress the bundle of nerves deep within her walls, Jameela’s creaminess further blessed my mouth and lips, making its way down my chin.
And I lapped it right on up like a starving man, enjoying his first full meal in days.
“Saeeeddddd. Fuckkk!!”
Jameela was a quivering mess once I decided to let up.
Placing one last kiss to her swollen lips below, I then kissed each of her thighs, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. Finally, I guided myself up her body and let her taste herself on my lips.
Jameela greedily accepted my kiss, and tugged on my neck to bring me closer. It was as if she was holding me in place so I wouldn’t desert her.
She had no damn idea… that shit wasn’t gonna happen.
I wanted her ass. And I knew she wanted me too.
So, I had already decided that I was going to rock with her as long as she allowed, and if I had anything to say about it… that would be for a long damn time.
“That was… mind blowing. The perfect celebration. Now if you could just go ahead and slide that dick into me now… that would be even more perfection.”
I chuckled. As much as I wanted to release with her cloaked around me, I still didn’t think either of us were ready for that.
“Not tonight, beautiful.” I kissed her temple. “Go to bed. We have to get up early and get to the hospital to bring our baby boy home.”
Surprisingly, she listened.
I allowed her to escape from under me, and she tried to retrieve her boy shorts.
“Unt uh. These are mine. I want to watch your ass jiggle as you retreat, baby. ‘Cause listen… that ass is a work of art that needs to be admired.”
Jameela giggled.
“That’s cuz it’s cornbread fed.”
She blew me a kiss and walked to her room, leaving me with a dick of steel on the couch.
My next move was to take a long shower and stroke this release out of me as the showerhead poured down my body.