Epilogue
Ahmad
I walked into the bedroom after a long shift at the hospital, ready to see my Little Man, and my light… my future wife.
I asked Jameela to marry me, the right way, a few weeks after our heated kitchen session where I was all loose with the lips.
Her honeypot did that to me, though, I admitted to myself
She had a brotha ready to do whatever when I was between her warm thighs.
But in my current state of tiredness, I just wanted to see her, and get the soul soothing comfort she provided.
I was hoping she was in a better mood today, because she had been acting funny the last few weeks. Barely letting me touch her, and when I did, she would act all nervous about baring her body. It was as if she reverted back to right after she had the Ahmir and was acting ashamed of her body.
I reassured her before, during, and after making love to her that I loved everything about her… mind, body and soul.
I’m not even going to lie and say that her recent moods didn’t have me on edge, as if she were having second thoughts about becoming my wife. I was just hoping the way we unconventionally came together wasn’t getting in the way of her seeing the love I had for her.
“Baby! Where you at?!” I called out.
I already checked in on Ahmir, and he was fast asleep. He was such a good baby, and I was blessed to have him… and his current funny acting mama.
However, I planned on fixing all of that tonight. If only I could find her ass.
Walking into the bathroom, I found her sitting at the vanity, applying cocoa butter to her smooth, thick thighs.
Her blemish free, perfectly melanated skin always called to me.
She looked and gave me a small smile.
“Hey, babe. How was your day?”
“Long, as always. But joyful at the same time with bringing precious little ones into the world.”
Jameela stood up and I noticed she had on my white lab coat, and nothing else.
I looked at her curiously, but I couldn’t even focus on why she had my lab coat on. My mouth was too busy watering.
Damn, she is the vision of perfection.
“Funny that you speak of bringing precious little ones into the world,” she said and smiled wider at me, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Well, I guess it’s not too funny being as though that is what you do for a living.”
She was rambling.
I wanted her to do less talking and come to me and do more touching.
I needed to feel her skin under the palms of my hands. I wanted to caress every part of her body.
Quirking a brow at her, I’m sure my confusion showed on my face by the direction of her words.
“How do you feel about bringing another one of your children into the world?” She nervously asked.
I was stunned.
Then I felt dumb as hell, because as a doctor, and an obstetrician at that, I should have known my soon to be wife was pregnant. I should have been able to take stock of the changes to her body, the ups and downs of her emotions, but I guess I was blinded by love for Jameela and my long workdays.
However, the thought of being able to experience this pregnancy with Jameela from the beginning had my heart rupturing and overflowing with joy.
Caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even register Jameela opening the white coat to reveal a small baby bump.
Where the hell have I been? I questioned myself. That’s probably why she’s been trying to keep her shirt on for the last few weeks while we were making love.
I was doing a mental stock and putting all of the clues that were being dropped on my lap that I obviously ignored.
Someone should take my damn license for all of the signs I missed.
Jameela walked over to me, with her beautiful body on display.
“Baby, are you okay?”
My immediate response was to reach out and pull her to me.
“Mimi, I’m more than okay. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful gift, again. Now bring ya ass into this bedroom.”
I walked backwards out of the bathroom with Jameela flush to me, feeling all over her soft, curvy frame.
I finally laid her out on the bed and began exploring all the little changes to her body that my slow ass missed.
“You’re so beautiful, Jameela. I cannot wait to see your body grow with our child.”
“Hopefully I won’t be so mean this time around.”
“That’s okay. I have a remedy for whatever attitudes you’ll have.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yup. Ice cream,” I responded with a chuckle in the crook of her neck.
“Ha ha. You’re funny. I know that’s not what you meant. But I got some cream for you, though.”
“Well, hell… let me get a taste.”
I kissed her neck, then slowly moved my way down her body.
By the time I reached the juncture of her thighs, Jameela was thrusting her hips and gripping at my head to move me to her plush center.
“Mmm. So juicy; exactly how I like it.”
A sexy moan escaped her sweet lips.
“Baby, you make me feel so good. But my plan was to devour you instead of being devoured.”
My dick jerked at the mention of Jameela’s lips wrapped around me.
“Damn, that sounds as good as you taste.”
I sucked harder and Jameela’s body came apart under me.
“Baby…”
The sweet sounds escaping her lips was music to my ears.
She pulled me up her body and covered my lips with her.
“Mmm. I do taste good.”
I had to close my eyes and grip my dick because it felt like I was ready to off load before my mans even got any action.
That didn’t last long, however. Before I knew it, we had switched positions, with Jameela now over my body, making her way down to my thick erection.
The excitement had my dick so hard it hurt.
I was out of my mind, and then was quickly relieved of my pants, along with the rest of my clothes.
Jameela’s lips, still swollen from our kiss, wrapped around my mushroomed tip, then seductively made their way down the base of my shaft. The warm, wet abyss of Jameela’s mouth had me so far gone.
“Damn, MiMi. You’re trying to kill me slowly, baby. Your mouth feels so damn good.”
She didn’t respond, only kept up with allowing me to invade her tonsils. I was so damn deep down her throat; I didn’t know how she was talking it all.
Jameela’s talents were unmatched, and I couldn’t hold back my explosion if I wanted.
“Gah damn, Mimi. You’re really trying to kill my ass.”