Page 6 of If I Had More Time

“I swear. Happy Anniversary, baby.” Finding balance on her toes, we exchanged another kiss before she handed my things over. “What time is it? Have you eaten anything yet?”

Flipping my wrist, I checked the time. “It’s a little after six. We got time. The jet supposed to be ready to go by nine. The flight ain’t but an hour and a half, I think. And to answer your other question, yes, I have.”

“We need to shower and get ready to head out. We still need to take that drive to Graceland Heights and fly out of GHI, which is over an hour long.”

“Have you received the email yet?” I inquired grabbing a pair of draws out the dresser and tossing them on the bed.

“They came in last night. They’re clean, the NDAs are signed, and they sent over their flight information. We’re good to go. They’ll arrive before we will but only by like thirty minutes more or less.”

“Cool. Finish eating and join me in the shower.”

Nodding, she sat on the bed and was right back to feeding her face. I walked pass her into the bathroom heading for the shower. Turning on the water, I let it rise to its temperature as I took care of my face and mouth. Once I was done, I undressed and stepped in the marble tile disclosure. The warm water coated my body, bringing a moment of relaxation.

I allowed the significance of today to settle within me. I never saw my parents put in so much effort for one another. They were together one day then single the next. My mother took that to heart and cut off her line of love altogether. Me and Hakeem depended on one another from that day forward. It hurt to lose someone you really loved, and they weren’t dead. The disconnection was reciprocated, and she was no longer a part of our lives.

When I looked at my wife, I knew she was here for the long run. She solidified my thoughts every day I woke up next to herpretty ass. Imagine knowing your life partner put you before themselves in every move they made. It was that real for us.

The glass door slid back and she entered, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her breasts pressed into my back, sending a comforting feeling throughout my body. She was home for me. It truly didn’t matter where the fuck we went, as long as I had her with me, I was home.

“You alright?” she questioned. Soft kisses were placed randomly on my flesh while she held onto me.

“Always. You sure you down to do another year with me? That’s 364 days being tied to a nigga,” I commented. Removing the one day we separated annually meant nothing to me. She was still mine, regardless.

“Are you sure? I mean, I had forever in mind but if you want to change your mind, let me know.”

“That ain’t nearly long enough.” That was as truthful as I could get. The way I felt about this woman, it was going to take God himself to break our ties. Her soul was comforting mine. There was nothing that could make me go against our union.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right? There will never be a time of force with this,” she commented reassuring me the choice was always mine to make.

On our tenth year of marriage, she brought something to the table that slightly changed the dynamics of it. I didn’t look at it as her wanting anyone else because we both were secure in our union. However, I did take it as her adding spice to it. A lot of couples fell into a routine resulting in a robotic marriage. I wanted anything but that with Naomi.

We didn’t have children so that factor wasn’t present as an obligation to stay. She proposed the idea, and I was skeptical as fuck, but I believed her when she said it would always be me. I believed her when she said my name was the last one she’d evertake. We took the risk, and it changed nothing. Believe it or not, I liked that she never followed society’s rules.

“Mrs. Malore, you’ll know when I’m over it. I never bit my tongue when it came to us, and I won’t start now.”

Nodding, she circled around, dropping to her knees as soon as she was in front of me. I ate her pussy off the fuckin’ bone last night, so I knew this was coming. Regardless of us being in the red zone, she could never truly stay away from me. I did something to that body no other man could. Everything about her was claimed as mine.

Her soft manicured hands wrapped around my shaft administering a slow stroke. She eyed my shit with so much love and lust in her eyes it was hard to settle on one. Opening her mouth wide, I was eased into it. She learned what I liked and mastered that shit. I really didn’t have a hunger for no one but her.

“We in the red, remember? You not playing fair,” I teased. She was so adamant last night about respecting it but was swallowing me effortlessly.

Gripping her wet hair, I guided her back and forth on my pole. The combination of her jacking my shit and trying to suck the skin off that muthafucka was one a nigga loved to experience. Her tonsils were boxed repeatedly as I fucked her face. There were no complaints of any sort, just her muffled moans filling the room.

“Fuuuuck Ma,” I moaned. Her throat was beginning to feel a little too damn good.

Looking down, I watched my manhood disappear in her jaws every other second. I always preferred to stroke her pussy instead of her throat, but her mouth was damn sure second best. The way she hummed on my shit and let me do whatever the fuck I wanted always seemed to amaze me.

With my head falling back, I planted my hands on the marble wall in front of me. She was in her zone and trying to pull that nut out of me. Her head bobbed back and forth at a steady pace, pulling my semen to the tip of my manhood. My balls were in her free hand being massaged, adding another pleasuring feeling to the mix.

I couldn’t help but grab her and beat her throat up. I gained a lil’ roughness in my thrust while she tried her best to keep her balance. She held onto my backside silently giving me permission to continue with my actions. I watched tears fall from her eyes, but she never pulled back. Her gazed stayed locked in with mine.

“Swallow it,” I said seconds before my nut shot down her throat.

With her lips touching the base of my dick, the entire ten inches sat in her throat walls comfortably. I throbbed in her shit and dared not to move. She felt too fuckin’ good and knowing I couldn’t have her until we returned, I had to get all I could get. I was nothing but greedy in this very moment.

“Fuck!” I shouted, finally removing myself from her jaws.

Naomi was on her feet seconds later with her ass on my dick. I laughed at how she wanted me to take her down knowing what was to come later tonight. Mind you, the red zone was all her. She put that shit in place to protect all parties involved but was the main one going against it wanting me to stroke that pretty ass pussy until she came on my wood. I had no problem doing so, but I could promise you we weren’t catching no flight nowhere.

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