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“It’s okay if I make your pussy wet.” I kissed the side of her neck one last time before pulling away completely and chuckling. “I am your husband after all.”
Yanna shifted in her seat, hot and bothered. She tried to play it off, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and fixing hergaze on the city passing us by. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I grinned, dragging a slow palm up her bare thigh. “Lyin’ to me already, Amore?”
My grip flexed slightly, before continuing on my path landing at the hem of her clothes. “What will I find beneath this skirt, hmm?” My fingers toyed with the edge of her cargo denim skirt, the coarse fabric bunching between my fingers. “Fuck!” I growled and her breath hitched when I made contact with her bare lips.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy, Amore?” The strangled groan came out low and rough as her wetness coated my digits. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the growing erection in my pants. “You been walking around like this all day? Without panties?”
“I didn’t need them,” she shot back, breathlessly.
Dragging my fingers just a bit higher, pressing my middle finger right on her bud, she inhaled sharply, spreading her legs just a touch.
“Drenching my fingers,” I whispered.
“It wasn’t because of--”
“You’re still lying,” I murmured against her ear, cutting off whatever lie she was about to put in the atmosphere. “You really gon’ sit here and act like your pussy didn’t just flood my seats watching me handle business?” Her eyes fluttered closed. “I bet you there’s a wet spot right underneath you, soaking my good leather seats. Should I check?”
”You’re so damn arrogant.” She practically moaned.
I leaned in, close enough that my lips ghosted over hers. “You love that shit, though. Always have.” I snatched my hands from beneath her skirt, placing my fingers on my tongue.
Her breathing quickened, but she kept her face straight. “You swear you know everything.”
I smirked, laying my hand over her knee. “Not everything. Just everything about you.”
Exhaling sharply, she shifted in her seat. Not pulling away but not leaning in either. She was still trying to get herself together, and accept our truth. I’ve always understood her needs, and what I didn’t I learned rather quickly.
Reaching for her hand, I threaded my fingers through hers, letting my thumb lazily stroke her wrist. After a few minutes her breathing evened out, and her fingers flexed against mine.
“I didn’t know you were so...,” she whispered, glancing toward the front of the SUV. “You really just don’t care who is around?” she giggled, finally acknowledging that she was about to let me stroke her pussy without shame. How if I hadn’t stopped, she would have let me pull her into my lap, set her on my dick, and ride me until I shot every bit of my cum in her.
She wasn’t embarrassed—that we weren’t alone. She was more so shocked that I wasn’t more reluctant. Because our driver was in the vehicle with us, who ad eyes. But things like that didn’t worry me. While the driver wasn’t blind, he also wasn’t stupid. He knew to mind the business that paid him. Besides, if things would have gotten that heated, I wasn’t above telling him to pull over.
However, what surprised me most was how unbothered she was about not being alone. I knew a lot about Yanna, but I didn’t expectthat.
I chuckled, lifting our joined hands to my lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “We’re still learning that part of each other.” I told her simply.
Her lips parted, something quick-witted on the tip of her tongue. But she let whatever it was go when I pressed a slow deliberate kiss to her lips, effectively silencing her. She couldn’t stop the grin, the blush, of the contented sigh. Eventually, she rested her head against the seat and stared out the window.
We were quiet for several minutes, allowing the Atlanta streets to stretch around us. The city moved quickly as it always did when I visited. Old-school Chevy Impalas, and Hellcats weaved in and out of traffic. Mom-and-pop shops with faded signs sat between new high-rises, while corner gas stations stayed busy with folks posted up.
“You talk to your mom before we took off?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. I kept my tone easy, but I genuinely wanted to know.
Shit had been hectic since the wedding. Her father hadn’t made any real improvements. Bash was out for blood... but who could blame him? We were practically searching for the same person. Bash had his ways, and I had my own.
But Yanna had been trying to hold it down for her mom, all while still adjusting to life as my wife.
She hesitated for half a second before shaking her head. “No, not yet. I was going to call her when we settled in. I want to go see her, and daddy.”
I nodded. “You worried about her?”
“Yeah, she has never had to be without him.”
“Then we’ll check on her first,” I told her easily, bringing her knuckles to my lips, and pressing a soft kiss against them.
Yanna looked up at me, her expression softer than before. “You already planned that, didn’t you?”
