13. Thirteen - Jameela
Thirteen - Jameela
A hmad had literally buried his face between my legs every night since the first time on the couch. It was utterly blissful. It was also frustrating to keep my moans of pleasure down now that we had a newborn sleeping in the room next to mine.
After receiving the best head ever, night after night, I was ready for the D. And he was the hell playing.
He would suck my soul through my pussy every night and then retreat back to the couch. Or go lay on the floor of the nursery, watching Ahmir sleep.
I was starting to get a little jealous that he would spend his nights sleeping with Ahmir, but refused to sleep in the bed with me, after I told him he could.
I just didn’t know any man that would eat pussy, deliver sublime orgasms night after night, and wouldn’t want to bury his dick deep in said pussy afterwards.
He’s definitely a different kind of unselfish breed, I told myself.
But enough was enough.
Tonight, after Ahmir’s feeding, I would have about two hours before he would be hungry again. And while I should use that time to sleep, because taking care of a newborn was a different type of job… that wasn’t my plan for tonight.
I was going to beat Ahmad to the punch, sit this kitty on his face, then sit it on his dick.
My plan was to sink down onto him until I felt him in my stomach. He wouldn’t have any choice but to just enjoy the tight feel of me and go with the flow.
Yup. That’s what I’m doing tonight!
I was ready!
I looked through my panty drawer and pulled out the tiniest pair of lace panties and a matching bralette. I would conceal it under my silk robe, but as soon as Ahmir closed his eyes, everything was coming off.
You know what… fuck these panties.
After that thought, I decided to just go naked under my robe. I didn’t want anything that would interfere and allow any time for hesitation on his part. Because hell… there would be none from me.
“Hi my little baby,” I cooed to Ahmir. I couldn’t get over the fact that I was the mother to this perfect little angel. Meanwhile, all he wanted was the tit. So, I gave him what he wanted.
While I fed Ahmir, I talked to him, telling him how much his father and I loved him. I also whispered that if he loved his mama, he would give me about a good three hours before he woke up for his next feeding.
This little boy had the nerve to coo back at me as if he understood what I was asking for. I just wish I knew if it were a coo of agreement or if he was telling my ass to not play myself.
Then I had to chuckle because I was not right, at all, for thinking about getting dicked down by Ahmir’s daddy while he was feeding.
I immediately determined that I was, in fact, shameless.
I’m blaming it on the hormones.
“Damn. What a sight,” Ahmad said, leaning against the door of the nursery. “The most beautiful woman in the world and the most precious gift God could have ever bestowed upon me.”
I smiled up at him. He always made me feel beautiful and he adored his son so much. On the outside looking in, someone would have assumed we were together and that we had been for a long time.
I was still a little shocked by the breeze in which everything had occurred. But, I guess that’s what happens when two grown ass people come together in the most unsuspecting of ways… they handle their business. And that’s exactly what Ahmad and I were doing.
“How was work?” I asked. Since Ahmad had returned to work, we saw him less, but he made sure we still felt his presence.
“Three c-sections and a ECV procedure. So, very tiring.”
“But I bet it’s nothing like saving lives and bringing life into the world.”
“You’re absolutely right. Wouldn’t change what I did for anything. I’m going to go take a shower, you need help with putting Little Man down?”
“No, I got it. Ahmir and I have an understanding tonight,” I looked down at him still suckling my breast. “Don’t we, baby boy?”
Ahmad chuckled, came in and kissed me on the forehead and caressed Ahmir’s cheek before returning back through the door.
I continued with my nightly routine of putting the baby down and hurried my ass into my room before Ahmad got out of the shower.
He always came in to say good night, with his tongue, then leave. But tonight… his ass wasn’t leaving out that damn door.
It took Ahmad so damn long; I was starting to think that he wasn’t going to come in and say good night.
I was trying hard to stay awake. But I was exhausted from new-mom life.
After what I thought was a few minutes of resting my eyes, I heard Ahmad’s footsteps on the hardwood. My eyes popped open, and my body perked up.
I’m ready to get dicked down.
There were two light taps on my door, before Ahmad came in and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Hey, Jameela. You good? You need anything before I go out to the living room?”
I hated when he called me Jameela. I knew it was my name, but MiMi sounded so much better rolling off his lips.
“Yeah, I do.”
I opened my robe wider and spread my legs.
“I need to feel you inside of me, Ahmad. And not just your tongue. I need you to take my body like you did that night in the hotel. Hard. Rough.”
I heard him mumble, fuck, and that’s when I knew I had him. He wasn’t going to tell me no.
“You sure this is what you want?”
“You’ve been devouring me every damn night since that first time, but won’t have sex with me, won’t sleep with me.
Yes, I’m sure this is what I want. Unless…
” I paused, now feeling self-conscious, thinking maybe I had it wrong this entire time and he doesn’t really want to be with me in that way.
But I shook that off, because he would not enjoy me like a five-course meal every night if he wasn’t interested.
“...you don’t want me in that way,” I finished.
“MiMi,” Ahmad said, in a tight voice. “Of course I want you. I want you so damn bad. But I know if we take it to that next level, I’m going to want you every damn day. That, I am not sure you are ready for.”
Inhaled sharply. Just the thought of him wanting to bury himself inside of me every day took my breath away. Because shit… Ahmad had been the best sex I ever had.
“I’m ready for that.” And so much more. But those words I keep to myself.
Ahmad climbed fully on the bed and engulfed my body with his.
At first, his movements were deathly slow. So, I had to make sure he knew we didn’t have all night.
“You know Ahmir will be up for a feeding in less than two hours. As much as I want you to move slowly and enjoy my body… I need you to fuck me at the moment.”
The deep sound of Ahmad’s chuckle tickles my ear.
“Damn, baby. Tell me how you really feel.”
“I feel like I need that sexy smooth bronze coated dick buried inside of me.”
“Damnnnn.”
Ahmad quickly did away with his pajama pants and tee shirt.
Even though we didn’t have a lot of time, he still made sure I was good and ready for him. The pinches to my nipples, and the fingers he slid into my folds had my river flowing.
“Now, Ahmad.”
As he lined himself up with my center, he paused.
“Condoms?” Ahmad trailed off.
I was panting, and desperate with need by this point.
“Fuck condoms. Pull out.”
I knew that was a stupid thing to say, but Ahmad must’ve been beyond the point of being responsible also, because the next thing I knew, he slammed his dick into me in one strong ass thrust.
I thought his ass was going to go slow and take it easy, being as though it was my first time since the baby, but I guess he heard my pleas of hard and rough, because the soft and gentle went out by the wayside.
I wanted to cry out, but I knew the baby was right next door. So instead, I bit into Ahmad’s shoulder to stifle my moan.
He either liked it or he didn’t because his ass groaned. I couldn’t even care to figure out what his groan meant, because he pulled out and thrusted hard into me for a second time, literally making me come when the tip of his dick reached deep into my walls, and rubbed at that bundle of nerves.
“Dammit. Jameela. You are so damn tight,” He grunted and all I could do was quiver in response. “Am I hurting you? I’m sorry, baby… did I do too much.”
Ahmad’s pace slowed and concern etched his features.
“No, please do stop. It’s perfect.” The pleasure was out of this world and the last thing I wanted was for Ahmad to stop. “And Ahmad, can you call me MiMi when you’re inside of me?”
I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to hear Jameela on his lips while he fucked me.
He lifted my legs, bent my knees and pushed them into my chest. Then… he stole my fucking breath with the deep stroke he delivered.
As he moved his hips in a circular motion, making me fall apart, he said, “As long as you call me Saeed.”
“Yessss… baby… yessss!”
Shit I would call him anything he wanted with the way he was dicking me down. The shit should have been illegal.
As my body shattered into a million pieces, with the force of my release, I had the crazy thought that maybe he was so good at sex was because he studied pussies for a living.
Yup… he’s officially made me crazy from the dick.
I was done. Hooked. Dickmatized.
My mind was so gone off the dick, that I barely registered Ahmad pulling out of me and spurting his seed onto my stomach.
We were both… gone off the sex.
I turned and looked over at him and he was looking back with a cocky smirk.
“You’re getting up with Ahmir,” I told him.
“Only to bring him to you to nurse.”
“Mm huh.” I mumbled because I couldn’t do anything else.
Dreamland came over me, and played back the amazing sex we just had.