Page 42 of The Prodigy

She swallowed hard. “I’m not ready.”

That made my smile even bigger. “So not no, just notyet.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Yes it is.”

She was quiet.

“Look, it’s whatever. I ain’t gon press you no more. But we been married for a little while and we ain’t even kissed yet.”

“Well…”

“I know I told you I love sex, but I also love kissing.”

She was quiet for a long time, so I thought the conversation was over.

“Why?” she said. “Why do you love it?

“I don’t know. The intimacy of it, I guess. It’s sexy.”

“Right. It gets everything started. Why would I kiss you knowing I’m not sleeping with you?”

“Cuz it can also be like a…shit, a preview. And look, I ain’t no teenager. A kiss ain’t gon get me riled up like that. Trust me.”

“Good to know.”

“Yeah. So…what’s up?”

“Jakari.”

“Let me taste them lips, Malika.”

She was real quiet, thinking about it, I guess. While she sat there wasting time, I got up and walked over to the wall to turn off the light. The lamp on the nightstand was still on, but that was fine. I wanted to see her. I kinda liked looking at her.

“So what’s up?” I repeated.

I was surprised when she stood up. She approached me slow like I was a wild animal or something. That was kinda true, though, I suppose. The way I was feeling, I wanted to pounce on her and tear her little ass up. All night long.

Instead, I waited, staring at her face as she got closer to me. Those big eyes stared right back, and I started feeling weird. Like I’d had a few drinks. I noticed her hair was out and wild around her face. She looked sexy as fuck.

When she was right up on me, I stared down at her lips and wrapped an arm around her waist. She fit right in there, and something about that made my heart beat faster.

“Just one kiss, Jakari.” She almost whispered it.

I chuckled and pulled her to me. “I told you, a kiss ain’t nothin’ to me. I’m good.”

She nodded and leaned in. I dipped my head to meet her. The second our lips touched, my eyes closed and everything went quiet around me.

They were soft and silky, and so pillowy, they seemed to collapse under the weight of mine. Warm. Moist. I breathed deep as my other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her in closer until her body was pressed against mine.

Her kiss was needy. Her lips grabbed mine and told them to give her more. So I did, and when her arms circled my neck, my dick stood at attention. I’d told her a kiss didn’t mean shit, but that was a lie. Kissing always took me there, and I knew that, but I didn’t wanna scare her away, so I lied.

And it was worth it.

Especially when she slipped her tongue into my mouth.

The fact that she was the one to take it there got me going even more. Riled up now, I deepened the kiss and let my hands drift lower and lower until they were gripping her ass. Malika wasn’t working with a whole lot, but it didn’t matter. Her little curve felt good against my hands.

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