But that ain’t stop my honeypot from drizzling its nectar all in the seat of my panties. My body was craving to feel him again, and I didn’t know how much more I could take… especially with him wanting to stay at my place to make sure I was okay.
12
Twelve - Ahmad
It’s been a crazy damn month. With Jameela healing from her c-section, Ahmir in the NICU, traveling back and forth to the hospital for work and to visit with my Little Man… I was mentally and physically drained.
Also, I think Jameela was trying to tempt me with the tiny ass pajamas she wore around the house.
The heaviness in my balls were starting to drive me crazy, but I didn’t want anyone but Jameela, and I knew it was completely inappropriate to start anything with her while we were going through all of this non-traditional dysfunction of bringing a child into the world.
We never really discussed that night, but by the way she’d been switching her hips in those tiny ass boy shorts… Jameela was playing with fire. And she was ‘bout ready to catch all this damn heat, and get a reminder of what this dick do.
Right on cue, Jameela walked out of her kitchen, with a glass of wine, plopping down on the couch.
“I can’t believe Ahmir is coming home tomorrow. I’m so damn excited. I can’t wait to have him with me twenty-four-seven. But first, I’m going to enjoy this wine before breastfeeding becomes all that I know.”
“It’s pretty much been all you know already. You’ve been pumping around the clock.”
And shit, as amazing as it was that my son was getting milk delivered to him daily straight from the source, watching Jameela massage her breasts as she pumped all damn day, had my mouth watering, desiring to be hydrated.
“I want to make sure my supply is up. But tonight, I’m going to enjoy a few glasses of red wine to celebrate.”
Jameela pulled her feet under her on the couch and leaned over to grab the remote. Her titties damn near fell out of her little ass tank top, and I couldn’t look away.
Is she tempting me on purpose?
I was really confused. And I didn’t want to make the wrong move, but man… was she poking the bear.
When she leaned in and laid her head on my shoulder… I knew for sure Jameela was thirst trapping.
When she snuggled in even closer, I had to inquire.
“MiMi, what are you doing, girl?”
She giggled… actually fucking giggled.
“What do you mean? I’m just getting comfortable.”
“You’ve been walking around your house with little to no clothes on for the past few weeks, popping your titties out at any given moment, and flirting with me,” I paused to see if her facial expression would give anything away, but she had her poker face on thick as hell. “If you want the dick, MiMi, all you have to do is ask. However, as a medical professional, you’re not exactly cleared for sex.”
“I… I… that’s not what I was doing.”
I turned to her, caressed her cheek which was bright with embarrassment, then pulled her face closer to mine.
“If you want something, all you have to do is ask.” I whispered against her lips, but purposely refusing to connect my skin with hers.
Jameela sat quietly for a few moments, biting her bottom lip. I was ready to take over that action for her, but I needed her to use her words.
Finally speaking, she whispered back, “It’s just… I’ve been so damn horny and emotional. I think it’s the postpartum hormones. But I haven’t had sex since the night we met, and I guess finally knowing that Ahmir is doing good and coming home… has me ready to just… just…” she trailed off.
“Justwhat, Jameela.”
She shivered, and with me still cupping her face, the tremble moved through her into me, making my own horniness flow from the tight reins I thought I had on it.
“Celebrate… I guess.” she finally responded.
“And how do you want to celebrate?” I pushed.
