Page 5 of If I Had More Time

“Sweet ass pussy,” he voiced against my folds.

He never went without complimenting me during a session. One way or another, he was going to tell me what I did to him, how he felt about me, or how good I tasted. It was something I looked forward to.

With two fingers sliding in my opening, he continued to attack my pearl while he massaged my walls. My eyes closed on impact, enjoying the sensational attention given. I palmed the top of his head and slowly rode his fingers. I was in heaven and we both knew the end result. Exuding my fluids didn’t take much work, especially when Tristan was in control. My rose made me cum in thirty seconds flat, but my husband made me cum in ten.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I cried out as he held my clit hostage.

He slurped on my juices as they shot to the back of his throat. I wasn’t a creamer so making a mess was the normal. However, my husband wanted every drop of me tonight, and I didn’t blame him. He wouldn’t be able to have any parts of me until next week.

“Nah, you owe me more than that,” he said zoning back in on my clit. With his fingers still inside, they curled up and rubbed on my g-spot. He wasn’t going to let me leave here without knowing who I belonged to.

Happy Anniversary!

TRISTAN

“Tomorrow has come and girl we made it. It’s our anniversary,” I sang in my wife’s ear before applying gentle kisses to her cheek. Eighteen years flew by quick with us and I hadn’t regretted a day yet. She made me the man I was today with nonstop support and love. Others might’ve questioned their bond with their spouse, but I never did with mine.

“Mmm,” she moaned offering a small smile.

“Mrs. Malore, I need you to wake up for me. Your breakfast is going to get cold.”

Sticking by my side granted her the treatment of a fuckin’ queen. It wasn’t a thing in this world she couldn’t get out of me. I felt like I owed her that plus more. She was patient and encouraging all in one. When you gave ride or die energy, it was reciprocated without question.

Rolling over, she finally peeled her eyes open and that feeling of being the luckiest man in the world washed over me. Naomi was still as beautiful as the first day I’d seen her. Pushing forty while having the appearance of a woman in her twenties. She was a rare catch and that was something she didn’t have to tell me. I knew it already.

Locking her arms around my neck, she brought me in for a fair exchange of affection. Her lips greeted mine and I instantly wanted to crawl between her legs and get comfortable. It never failed. Whenever she touched me, I found myself begging for more. It was something that hadn’t faded since she blessed a nigga with a simple hug.

Releasing a low groan, I pulled back. We were in the red zone so anything further would be stopped before it could even get started. Her rejecting me had me ready to drop her on her head, lowkey. I never liked her telling me no, but I knew what was in play. It was something I knew the rules of for the past eight years.

“Eighteen years and I still think I won bagging the realest nigga in any room,” she complimented me. It brought a smile out of me. I couldn’t lie.

“You better know it,” I said winking at her. I pecked her lips before standing and retrieving the tray of breakfast off the nightstand. “Eat while I grab something.”

Sitting up, she nodded while maintaining the smile that graced her lips upon awakening. I sat the tray on her lap then administered another kiss on her luscious lips. I wasn’t the best cook, but I did what I could for her. I’d mess up as many groceries as I needed to, to give her a decent meal.

“Thank you, baby. It looks really good.”

A simple bacon, eggs, and waffles platter with fruit on the side. Orange juice was her favorite so that sat on the tray as well. She picked up her fork and dug in. She was occupied for the moment, so I had time to step out the door and grab her gifts. Yeah, we were exchanging a hell of a gift later, but I never let her go without being shown my appreciation first.

I picked up her three-dozen bouquet of white and pink roses, bags of jewelry from New Aged Gems, and bags of labels sheenjoyed wearing. Stepping back in the room, I heard her gasp at the items. Naomi deserved everything I had in tow plus more.

“This ain’t nearly enough of what you deserve but this all I got for now.”

“Mr. Malore, you really don’t know how lucky it is to wear your name.”

Little shit like that made me blush and smile like a damn kid. It was genuineness I felt behind her words. She was happy to be tied to me. There was no faking it. I heard it when she uttered how much she loved me, when she made love to me, and when she shared every part of her with me. Locked in and unbreakable, that was our marriage wrapped up in basic terms.

“Nah, it’s me that’s lucky. Happy Anniversary, Mama, and thank you for doing another year with me. I appreciate you making sure I know where you stand. You don’t stray away or let the union become unstable. I couldn’t love another woman the way I love you.”

Walking over, I piled all her gifts on the bed before stepping back. Seeing her flushed by simple gestures always made me feel like I was doing something right. My effort was admired.

“You really make every day worth it. Thank you, seriously, baby. Now, it’s my turn.”

She placed the tray of food to the side and stood from the bed. She did a light jog to her closet and came out with damn near the same thing I got her. The only difference was her choice in flowers. I chuckled from knowing this would be another year we thought alike. We knew each other’s thought process and it was no longer a coincidence.

“Tada!” I shook my head as I closed the distance between us wrapping my arms around her body.

“We got to stop mirroring each other, Mama.”

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