Page 62 of Only for the Week
It doesn’t take long for her to clench around me again and the euphoric feeling of her release coats me. I follow her over the edge, emptying inside of her.
She stretches her leg out, groaning as I turn her over and pull her to my side.
“Remember when I said there were more humane ways to kill me? That was one of them.”She yawns.
I chuckle, moving one of her braids out of her face. “I’ll remember that going forward.” I expect her to recoil at any mention of the future but she’s so languid in my arms right now, I don’t even know if she heard me.
“Why did we even bother showering? I’m sweaty all over again.”
“I’m pretty sure you mauled me so it’s your own fault,” I taunt.
“I mauled you? If that’s true, then I was just trying to get back at you, Caveman. I will send you the bill for my damn chain and my dress.” She points her finger at my face as she scolds me.
When she showed up at my door, looking like a vixen in that skintight dress with the silver thigh chain peeking out from under it, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. I may have busted the zipper of her dress in my hurry, and I may have torn the chain straight off her leg.
I wrap my hand around her finger and kiss the tip of it. “I’ll buy you all the dresses and thigh chains you want.”
“Mhm, you think I’m playing. I get all my chains and beads custom made by a woman who makes them for the thickies of the world and she only sells them in sets.”
She tries to appear menacing but, honestly, she’s never looked cuter. I resist telling her that though because telling her she looks cute when she’s mad will no doubt transform her into full-on terrifying.
“What’s her info? I’ll buy her whole inventory right now.” I grab my phone prepared to look her up, but Janelle pushes my hand down.
“You do know that buying me a whole new collection of body jewelry doesn’t give you the right to continuously rip them off me, right?”
“Debatable.”
“Rome!” She playfully slaps my arm.
“Listen, you need to own your part here,” I laugh. “I was prepared to be on my Olivia Pope ‘you want me, earn me’ shit after you played games at the cenote, but you showed up looking too damn tempting.”
She buries her head into my chest, giggling. “Now I’m wishing I had changed into some baggy sweats or something before coming over. I would pay good money to hear you give me the ‘you want me, earn me’ speech.”
“Make no mistake, J, no matter what you wore over here it was getting ripped off. I had just planned on giving you shit first.”
“Fair. I have been a little difficult the past few days.”
“It’s all good. You came to your senses eventually.”
“Wow. So humble.”
“What do I need to be humble for? It’s a simple fact. I want to spend my vacation using every faculty on my body to bring you back-to-back toe-curling orgasms and I know you want that too. What reason do I have to deny or downplay it?”
She agrees but murmurs something about not needing to be so loud about being right, prompting a laugh out of me.
We finally pull ourselves out of the bed to get started with our day. While she takes a second shower, I wash up at the sink and come back out to change.
As I finish applying my favorite beard oil, she comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. I ask the ancestors for the willpower to not rip it away from her right now.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m not taking another shower. I’m already gonna be late because I need to go back to my room to change,” Janelle says with her back to me.
“You don’t even know what I was thinking,” I joke.
She spins around, frowning. “Mmm, I don’t? Now who’s tryna downplay shit?”
“Touché. What are you gonna be late for anyway?”
“I’m going to meet Nova.”
