Page 67 of Save Room for Us

“How is everything?” Chef Greg returned.

“So good. I think this is better than what I’m used to,” I said, grinning. Chef Greg beamed down at me.

“Aye, nigga, let’s focus.” Asif butted in, and I smothered my laughter as Greg cleared his throat.

“Here is the dessert menu, so just let me know what you choose, and I can start on it right away.”

We took them and I read the heading of itAsif & Anastazia’s First Date Dessert Menu. We both decided on the double chocolate and caramel brownie topped with ice cream, and sent Greg off to get started.

“You want more kids?” Asif asked.

“Where did that come from?”

“Just wanna know before we continue. I want kids and I wanna make sure you do too.”

“Well, yeah, I do. I want to experience it the good way. I was miserable the entire time I was pregnant with Sophie, and a while after, so I want to erase that with a new situation.” I sipped my drink. “I love Sophie. I didn’t mean anything other than that.”

“I know, love.” He smirked. “You gon’ wanna stay pregnant fucking around with me.”

I let out a laugh, kind of feeling like he was being truthful.

The dessert came out about half an hour later, and we enjoyed it, me feeding him some of mine here and there just because. After we were done, we left his parents’ home and went straight to his.

“This bedroom.” I looked around as Asif lit the fireplace within it, dimming the lights. “I would never wanna leave.”

“You ain’t got to,” he jested… I think, as he came behind me, hugging my body as I peered out of the floor to ceiling windows.

Turning in his arms, I hugged his neck as best as I could due to our height difference—especially now that I was barefoot--as his lips thrust against mine. His large hands went right to my ass, groping it tightly in this dress as he backed me to the bed.

We collapsed onto it. Asif parted my thighs to lay between them as we suckled one another’s tongues and lips. He trailed his mouth down to my collarbone, sucking the tops of my breasts before tugging the slinky material slightly to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmm.” I arched my back when he grazed the sensitive area with his teeth before sucking again, massaging the other.

Moving to my right breast, he gave it the same treatment, running his tongue over my nipples, grazing it slightly, then sucking again. He even sucked around the areola, all while grasping and groping at my body.

Licking between my breasts, he asked, “What you got on, baby? Shit is like butter.”

“Shea butter,” I replied through a moan, watching him lift my dress as he bit into my stomach.

He sucked on the area below my belly button, tugging my G-string to the side slowly. I tensed up feeling his fingers brush my clit.

“Relax for me, love.” He spoke against my folds before sucking my lips into his mouth. “I knew this pussy tasted good.” He French kissed between my hips.

When he ran his tongue along the length of me, being sure to dip into my opening, I let out a soft whimper.

“Asif,” I whined when he sucked on my bud, spreading my legs. “Wait.” I pushed at his head even though I really wanted to let him keep going.

Pulling away and rising, his handsome face contorted into a frown as he stared down at me, fists planted into the bed on either side of me.

“What’s up?” He panted, lips slightly glistening with my nectar.

“Are you still fucking Milan?” As soon as the question came from my mouth I watched his body sag in defeat as he sighed.

“Baby, that’s not my girl. Don’t worry about that female code shit.” He gently kissed my stomach to reassure me before coming back up to peer down into my eyes. “You the only one I’m trying to be with, fuck with, kick it with, make a family with, do every fucking thing with.”

My body became warm listening to him, making me realize how good he was with his mouth and not just sexually.

“I know she’s not your girlfriend and it has nothing to do with girl code. Whatever she is, she’s something to you and she is attached to you. Us hanging out, getting food, and even texting or talking on the phone is fine but I can’t fuckyouif you’re fucking other bitches.” I fixed my dress and panties while saying, “You don’t have to stop messing with her, but you can’t do it and fuck me. No.” I shook my head and tried to slide upward so he wouldn’t be hovering over me, but he gripped my waist to forbade me. “If you wanna keep her, we can kick it and get to know each other but I will act accordingly.”

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