Page 141 of Save Room for Us

Lifting my head from my hands, I turned to look at him, regarding the man beside me for a moment. Asif was so dangerous, and not just in the streets, but romantically. He was intelligent, mature, smooth, and could talk a damn fish into purchasing a bicycle.

“You swear it can’t be yours?” I asked.

“I swear. If it was, you’d leave?”

“Depends on when it was conceived. If it was before us like you claim, then no, but if during, then yes. I would have to, as badly as I wouldn’t want to. You wouldn’t be the man I believe you are if it happened during,” I replied truthfully, shedding the tough bitch exterior I so badly wanted to keep hiding behind.

Getting in my face, he whispered, “It’s nothing to fucking worry about.” He kissed me deeply and slowly, already sendinggoosebumps along my forearms. “She lying, and if by some strange happenstance she not, I swear to God I ain’t been with that woman since I been with you. A nigga haven’t thought about or even looked at another woman since you’ve given a nigga the privilege of you. And can’t nothing or no one make me look the other way.” He kissed me again, and this one soon turned into a passionate one that would lead elsewhere, but I wasn’t exactly in the mood.

Pressing a hand into his chest, I said, “I’m about to go shower.” I stood up promptly, moving around the coffee table.

“You don’t want no company?” he inquired dryly, so I knew he wasn’t exactly hopeful as I told him no. “I hate that you mad and looking that pretty.”

I smiled out of reflex at his comment but quickly wiped it off. I was pathetic.

I took my time showering, doing my whole routine as I gathered my thoughts. Once out, I covered myself in Jo Malone body butter, then slipped into my silk nightie that was too sexy for the mood I was in. I then brushed, flossed, and rinsed with my night mouthwash, before tying my curls up into a pineapple.

Getting into the bed, I slinked under the plush sheets as I listened to Asif taking his own shower and stuff in the other bathroom. It wasn’t long before he returned to the bedroom of the suite in boxers and nothing else, showing off his chiseled, towery, tattoo-covered frame with his locs tied back with a do-rag. His scent permeated the room as I watched him in the dark, shutting the blinds a bit and leaving only a slither open for the lights of Las Vegas to peer through.

He climbed into the bed, and I immediately hugged his neck while he wrapped his strong arms around my body, holding me tightly. I couldn’t help it and couldn’t hold back. It was hard to be mad with him, and I’d decided I could be weak right now when no one was watching but us.

“I love you,” I said softly, still in his strong, warm embrace.

“I love you too, baby. I ain’t never lied to you, and I wouldn’t start now.” Pulling back some to see my eyes, he said, “I apologize for not saying shit, but honestly, I ain’t see a point in mentioning some shit I didn’t even know was real. She ain’t even come with a positive test, just words.”

I nodded because I understood. It wasn’t an attempt to conceal, more so an attempt not to stir up something over nothing.

“I get it.”

“Long as I keep shit one hundred with you, love, I need you to always trust what I tell you.”

“I will.” I nodded. “Are you always calm in disagreements, or is that just for now?” I half joked with a slight smile.

“I guess I’ve just always been the type of nigga who was able to get his point across without yelling and shit. Besides, I don’t shout at women, especially not one I love.”

I stared up at his face, probably looking like a lovesick teenager because of how much I admired him.

“I like that,” I said, just before we started to kiss hungrily.

His big hand went under my nightie then down into my panties as he said, “You ain’t let me taste that pussy all day.”

I could do nothing but moan as he slowly stroked my clit before sucking on my neck, using his other arm to hold me closely to him.

“Sif.” I cooed as he moved my strap down with his teeth to expose my breasts, then took my nipple into his warm mouth.

Sucking it with pressure before biting it subtly, he continued stroking my clit.

“You know I need to taste it daily.” He put me onto my back, moving to my other nipple. “I wanna eat it ’til you shaking.” He shoved up my nightie and began kissing my stomach whileremoving my panties. “Eat it while you shaking until you doing the shit again.”

Spreading my legs, he ran his tongue along my opening, up to my clit, making me shiver and moan.

“Mm,” I moaned, feeling two of his fingers penetrate me as he started to suck on my clit, lapping at it every now and again while plunging inside of me.

He caressed my stomach with his free hand. I loved when he did that, while licking and fingering my pussy, curving his fingers in the perfect manner while he groaned in pleasure.

My eyes seemingly rolled into the back of my head as he sped up just a bit, making my legs tremble as I called out and came. Asif didn’t stop, slowly inserting another finger as he kept licking and sucking my clit with perfect pressure.

I reached down in an effort to guide his hand so it wouldn’t hurt, making him say, “I got you, baby. I know this pussy better than you do.”

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