Page 50 of Intentional Foul
“Make me sound good with one of those machines. Do you know the women and clout I would have being on your album?” he said.
Jhae held her chest as she struggled to keep a straight face. We both knew Marquise couldn’t sing or rap. But if he made his way to the album, the world would know about it. The rest of dinner reminded me of old times when we crashed into her place, ordered out, and joked.
“Marquise, Mr. Dribble is not a rap name,” Jhae said.
“Man, the hate coming from your side of the table is taking the color off my shirt,” he said.
“You’re wearing white,” Jhae reminded.
I climbed into my California King sized bed with my wife on the opposite side. She intended to keep space between us, but I planned on disappointing her. I dimmed the lights to put the view of the city on display. She tilted her head upward but refocused on her phone.
“Jhae,” I said, and she turned as I motioned her to me with four fingers, but she scoffed.
“Music Note, you know I won’t stop until I get what I want,” I said.
She flipped her phone down on her lap. “What is it that you want? Why should you get what you want? And I can’t get what I want,” she argued.
I slanted my head to the side. “Tonight, I want to hold you. For the next lifetime, I want to love you in a manner even you loving yourself can’t match. Jhae, you want to dissolve our marriage out of fear and fear alone. I could see if we tried, and things didn’t work out. But you’re afraid of Anissa Shaw-Jefferies instead of focusing on me,” I said.
She lifted her phone and continued to scroll. I moved over and confiscated it.
“Malcolm, I was talking to Moe,” she said.
I returned to my previous spot. “If you want the phone, you come to me,” I said.
She protested all of two minutes before she closed the gap between us. Sitting next to me, she extended her hands for her phone, and I placed it in her hand. When she tried to run, I wrapped my hands around her body. With her back to my chest, I kissed her ear, and she giggled.
“You are not slick or fast, Jhae,” I said.
She scrolled through her thread, texting Moe as I kissed her repeatedly. The more she moved, I followed. I found her rib cage and brushed it. Jhae dropped her phone as she balled into a circle, laughing, giving me more access to her body. She turned on her back to push me away with her hands. As her lips became visible, I kissed her in slow motion. She wasted no time inviting me inside her mouth.
Jhae said one thing, but her body told me the truth. The more our tongues tangled, my hands roamed her body, finding new places I hadn’t touched. With her wearing an oversized black silk shirt with no bottoms, I had free rein. I ran my thumb across her protruding nipples, and she moaned. She tried squeezing her legs together as my hands lowered but Jhae was aroused, and we both knew it. I broke our kiss to suck on her neck and ears. My hands traveled inside her panties, and she gave me a small opening. One swipe of a finger across her clit, her eyes opened as she moaned. I continued to play in her wetness.
“Are you going to open up for me?” I whispered.
I caressed her clit several times before her legs parted. The wetness covered my fingers and hardened my dick. I entered her with one finger as I kissed her slowly. She gripped my arm as I added another finger. I wanted to be inside her. I knew this wasn’t the time. Tonight was about making her cum.
“Cum for me,” I whispered.
She snatched her head away, leaving her skin open for me to kiss. I increased the speed of my fingers and added my thumb to her clit. She couldn’t control herself.
“Cum for me. I want to feel your release on my fingers,” I demanded.
As her back arched, a rush of wetness greeted my hand. Jhae’s body collapsed to the bed. I removed my hand and tasted my fingers as she panted. The taste alone awakened my senses as I rolled her juices around my mouth.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Dammit, Jhae,” she yelled in panic to herself.
She climbed to the opposite side of the bed and quickly walked to the bathroom. I knew the guilt was coming as she gave in to her desires. I licked my fingers again before I approached the bathroom door.
“She is going to kill me. You are so stupid, Jhae,” I heard her punishing herself in a strained tone.
I sighed as I turned the knob to find her pacing in front of the double vanity. With her mind racing, she bumped into me without realizing it.
“I fucked up. I need to go,” she said.
Catching her shirt, I tugged her into me and bear hugged her body. I rotated Jhae to face the vanity, “look in the mirror,” I demanded.
A tear hit my arm, but I nudged her to peer upward. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We are married, and you came for your husband. It was a beautiful experience—damn near poetic,” I said and kissed her temple. “If I hear the word stupid leave your mouth again, I will crash the fuck out. You are perfect, do you hear me? Look at your flawless chestnut skin, seductive brown eyes, dimples, button nose, and I love how this pixie cut fits your face. No one has your talent. You are my reason, Music Note. I love you and I know you sense the connection between us. I’m not ever letting you go.”
