Page 49 of Suleem and Yahzi
“There’s anus?” His eyes dropped to my stomach before they lifted to my face. He kept his expression neutral and I leaned in to kiss him.
We lost something precious and nothing could replace that. But we could try again, start over and accept that God had a different plan for us back then.
“No, but I hope that’s something we’re considering in our future. It was only ever gonna be you, Leem. I tried other things…”
“Bruh, don’t fuck up my mood,” he mumbled and I kissed him again.
“I’m making a point. We both tried other things…”
“Nah, I didn’t try shit. I fucked for a nut to keep my head clear. That shit was me biding time until you brought your ass home. Not me trying other things…”
“Will you let me make my point?”
“Yeah, if you can do that without pissing me the fuck off.” He pulled from his blunt, connected his lips with mine, and expelled the smoke.
“It’s hard feeling like you might not be here.”
He gripped my neck again and brought me to him, planting kisses along the curve of my jaw. “I know but you gotta trust that I know what I’m doing. I’m not out there chasing shit like I used to. I pulled back because I knew when you came home I had to be on a different type of time.”
“When I came home?” I arched my brow and he smiled arrogantly.
“You were always coming back to me, Yah, because if you didn’t, I was coming to you. I respected the time you needed and gave you that. I know what it’s gonna take to keep you here but I also will never ignore problems. Doing so is just as dangerous. Niggas gotta know what lines they can’t cross with you. That’s all it was today. It ain’t that fucking deep…”
I narrowed my eyes and he grinned sexily. “But I also respect how you feel because I learned some shit while you were gone.”
“What did you learn?”
“That I’m gonna keep my baby happy by any means necessary. We’re gonna be alright, Yah.”
“I know.” My eyes moved to the bullet wound in his jaw again and he kissed me.
“Calm them crazy ass thoughts down. I said we’re gonna be alright. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. You trust me?”
I nodded because I did trust him. I also knew he was being honest about the man he used to be in comparison to who he was now. At the core, Suleem was still Suleem but I wouldn’t dare discount the maturity he worked to achieve.
“I’m still mad though.”
He smiled lazily. “I know but you also want some dick so you gotta pick a struggle.”
I grinned, lifted off his lap, and slipped my shorts off before I found my place again. My hands worked to free his dick from his jeans before I stroked him a few times then lifted enough to pull my panties to the side and sank down on him.
The depth and fullness of him had me dropping my hand to my stomach where I felt him at the same time I began circling my hips. I moved right to left before moving in the opposite direction then touching back and forth which had me groaning when the motion made him angled differently.
My hips lifted and rolled, allowing my pussy to slide up and down his dick, not caring that we were outside and visible. I fucked him so good and he stretched and imprinted himself in me in only the way he could because I belonged to this man. Each time I dropped down hard and his thick, meaty head tapped the base of my lungs, I inched closer to destruction.
“Claim this muthafucker, Yah. Ride that shit, baby.”
The more he encouraged me, the harder I worked to do just that. My thighs tensed and ached from the effort and my core blazed from the promise of a blissful release that took flight seconds before his dick jerked and pulsed inside me.
He grabbed my chin and brushed his lips over mine.
“You good now?”
“I’m better.” I smiled lazily and he chuckled.
“Aight, come on then. Let me get you inside so I can suck on that pussy until you’re good.”
I grinned and hissed lowly when I lifted off of him.
