His stomach caved in as she took his hard tool into her mouth. Naa grabbed a handful of her braids and watched her through heavy lids as her head moved up and down, her saliva coating his shaft. A’ja circled her tongue around his fat mushroom tip before she took him back into her mouth all while massaging his balls. Naasson grunted as A’ja licked, slurped, and sucked on him.
“I need that pussy baby,” he damn near begged after about two minutes. Her head was phenomenal, but her tight yoni was better.
Lost in the moment, tipsy off alcohol, and desiring Naasson badly had A’ja’s head in the clouds. She mounted him without the usual barrier of protection on his manhood, and they both moaned as she eased down on him. Naasson gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and guided her body up and down his pole.
“You feel so fucking good,” he marveled as he kissed her chin.
A’ja peered down at him before parting his lips with her tongue. Naasson flipped her onto her back, and he dug into her middle until she was having orgasm number two and whimpering like she was wounded. More sex sessions than they could count on two hands, and Naasson was far from tired of A’ja. She was the best thing about London, and he found himself letting loose and not worrying when he was with her. Not even his impending charges were at the forefront of his mind when he was with A’ja. She took him to a place where stress and worry didn’t exist. Finally, he had found it. She was his calm.
chapter
seven
A week later,Naasson kissed the back of A’ja’s shoulder as they lay in bed. “Everything good?” he asked when he realized that she’d gone quiet after receiving a text message.
“Umm.” A’ja sat up and continued to stare at the phone. “My ex-husband. He said he’s on his way to London, and that we need to talk. He lands at midnight.”
Naasson sat up too. Clearly, A’ja felt some type of way, but he didn’t know what that way was. He felt from day one that their time together was temporary, so he never gave too much thought as to whether or not she’d get back with her husband. But after he’d just cum in her twice back to back, he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t perturbed at her husband’s decision to pop up like he still had it like that.
“You gonna see him?” Naasson wanted his voice to sound indifferent. Like he didn’t care one way or another, but he did.
“I guess.” A’ja didn’t sound too sure. “I mean, he is my husband. I’m not sure what he wants to say, but I guess I should hear him out.”
“Right. ‘Cus he’s your husband.” Naasson stood up and began getting dressed. He didn’t want to act like a bitch. He didn’t want to throw a temper tantrum and show that he was inhis feelings, but he’d rather be the one to walk away. He would feel lame if A’ja let her husband come crawling back after all the nasty ass sex they had and all the time together they spent.
A’ja snapped out of the trance that she was in and looked over her shoulder. Naasson had a slight scowl on his face and while it made him even more handsome, she was sure that he was upset. “Naasson, I’m still separated.”
“Yeah for now.” He stuffed his feet into his shoes. “It’s cool, A’ja. I knew what it was when I met you.”
Her brows snapped together, and she stood up. “What was it when you met me, Naa?” she wanted clarification.
“You said you were going through a divorce, and you were still in the grieving process. All it’s going to take is some finessing from that nigga, and you’ll be back locked in. That’s cool. Do you.”
“Finessing?” A’ja drew back. She didn’t like this Naasson.
“It’s cool, A’ja. I wish you all the best, baby.” Naasson grabbed his keys and left while she stood there with a slack jaw.
Everything happened so fast that she was confused. A’ja had no idea what Kenyatta wanted to talk to her about, but reconciliation was the furthest thing from her mind. She was honest with Naasson because she had no reason to lie to him, but things had gone left fast as hell. A’ja walked slowly to the front door and locked it. She had fun with Naasson. She liked him, and the sex was absolutely amazing. If it was up to her, things between them wouldn’t end just yet, but she’d had enough of begging.
Asking Kenyatta more than once to go to counseling seemed like begging. Trying any and everything to make her marriage work seemed too much like begging, and A’ja was over that shit. She’d never again beg another man to see her worth. She’d never ever beg another man to fight for her or to act like he wanted tobe with her. If Naasson wanted to leave without even hearing her out, then he could go.
A’ja got in the shower, and her anxiety was kicking in full throttle. Why couldn’t Kenyatta just text her what he wanted to say? Why couldn’t he call her? His popping up on her was borderline disrespectful in her eyes. How could he be so sure that she didn’t have anything going on? They were still legally married, but he was a handsome man with a pretty healthy sex drive. She doubted that he hadn’t had sex since they separated, and if he could do him, she could do her.
A’ja sighed and kissed her teeth immediately after. The text message from her soon to be ex-husband had ruined her entire evening. But maybe it was for the best. She had a little more than two months left in London before she’d be going back home. She could squeeze a lot of sex into two months, but the longer she dealt with Naasson, the more attached she’d become to him. A’ja wasn’t trying to fall in love. She’d simply been trying to get her groove back, and she’d done so. Whether she had been ready for her summer fling to end or not, it looked like it was coming to an end, and she couldn’t do anything but accept it.
A’ja had attempted to boss up a little by telling Kenyatta that he couldn’t come to her flat. She told him they could meet at a coffee shop. She was headed there dressed in nude trousers, a nude, sleeveless, bodysuit, and crème heels. A’ja didn’t want to meet him looking anything other than fabulous. She wasn’t even sure why she wanted to impress him, but she couldn’t meet her soon to be ex looking throwed away. A’ja arrived at the coffee shop first, and she ordered an iced coffee before taking a seat in the back of the quaint shop.
A’ja couldn’t believe that she was nervous and not in a good way. This was a man she shared her life, her heart, and her bed with for many years. Being unsure and unsettled at the thought of his presence was a concept that was foreign to her, but it was what they had become. A’ja’s breath hitched in her throat as Kenyatta entered the shop. He was dressed in black jeans, a red Polo shirt and black sneakers. He was nothing short of handsome. As he always was. The diamond and gold wedding band that she used to love to see on his finger was gone, and the sight made her heart sink. A’ja swallowed hard. It was over. Really over.
Kenyatta’s eyes darted around the shop, and he spotted her in no time. With a lick of his lips, he headed in her direction. When he approached the table, A’ja offered him a small smile.
“Hey. You look good,” he complimented her as he sat down.
“Thank you.” She didn’t return the compliment.
“How have you been?”
A’ja shifted in her seat because she wasn’t up for the small talk. She wanted him to get to the point. “I’ve been okay, I guess. Why did you come all the way to London to talk to me? We were in the same city for a few months, and you had nothing to say.”
