Page 25 of Love & Vendettas
She swings her legs off my lap and gets up so that she can straddle me.
“It took me a while to calm down so that I could get back to you. All I wanted was to come home and get inside of my woman.”
“I’m here for you, Zaire. You know this.”
“Show me.”
The kiss is soft and gentle but hungry. Bayleigh pulls a groan from somewhere deep within me before she begins to climb off me.
“What are you doing?” I ask when she begins to kneel.
“Taking care of you.”
“How about I take care of you tonight?” I ask, grabbing her hand and pulling her to stand.
“I like that,” she answers as I swoop her into my arms and lay her on the bed.
“Mm, no panties.” I palm her mound. “You were really trying to work your way out of a punishment, huh?”
“No. I like the punishments. You being mad at me? Not so much.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m not mad at ya.”
I spread her legs wide and slick a finger against her wetness. Bayleigh bites her bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth as her gaze pins me in place, daring me to take more.
I slide a finger inside of her and then another to scissor her.
“Zaire,” she moans, dragging her gown up and around her hips. She grips her breasts and kneads them as she watches me.
When I pull my fingers out and give her a taste, she purrs contentedly.
“How do you taste?”
“So damn good.”
“Let me see.” I slide down to connect my mouth to her pussy. I don’t tease her but dive right in, tasting, sucking, and licking her. My baby rocks her hips up and pumps into my mouth, rolling her body and satisfying my need to consume her.
With one finger in her ass and another one in her pussy, I suck at her as if I’m trying to pull the soul and spirit out of her body. My fingers dive in and out of her, and she shrieks with pleasure.
“Zaire. Oh my. Baby, damn,” she moans.
The ability to make her feel this way, the way no other man can, is a potent drug. I watch as her lips part slightly, and for a mere fraction of a second, her breath departs and thenslams back into her with such mighty force it seemingly catches her off guard.
Those beautiful eyes open again, hooded with the depths of lust, as she watches me take another sweet lick of her before I plunge my tongue in once more and then suck gently at her nectar.
My woman feeds me and nurtures my spirit and my mind. And again, I think about the ongoing battle between us. The one that hasn’t allowed me to give her my married name. The desire to protect her if everything should fail. All that we own is in her name. Some things are even in my oldest son’s name. I’ve worked too hard to let everything that I’ve developed and created be taken away from my family.
Besides, there is so much pain, drama, and scandal associated with my name.
She gives me everything that I need. Now, I need to find a way to give her the one thing that she wants most in this world.
I roll my tongue inside of her and then suck at her clit as she cries out, releasing her orgasm onto my tongue.
“I love you, Zaire,” she whimpers before falling asleep.
“I love you too,” I mutter, though she can’t hear me.
Bayleigh is my reason for why I do this shit. Well, she’s the reason that keeps me going. She didn’t start out being my reason.
