“With you buried between my legs,” Jameela brazenly responded.
“You’re not cleared for that, beautiful.”
“Aren’t you my doctor? Can’t you clear me for that?”
“Conflict of interest. I transferred your care to another physician until your doctor returns from her extended vacation,” I paused to let that information sink in, but then I continued, “But… I can help with your problem.”
I took her legs into my hand and untucked her feet from under her. I laid Jameela down on the couch and climbed between her thighs. Technically, Jameela was okay to have sex. It had been five weeks since I pulled my son from her womb, and without the trauma of a vaginal birth, sex would not have harmed her in any way. However, I didn’t think she was really ready for that.
Shit, I didn’t thinkIwas ready for that.
But the selfish side of me wouldn’t allow her to go untouched tonight. I’d been craving a taste of her, and she’d given me the opening I needed.
My plan was to just get a taste, give Jameela the release she needed and tuck her into bed.
I hovered over her, and leaned in to give her the kiss I’d been fantasizing about since she walked out of that hotel room.
“Shit, MiMi. Your lips taste just as sweet as I remembered. Do you know that I thought about your ass every single fucking day?” I continued the connection of our lips, exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue until a moan escaped from the back of her throat.
“I need more, Saeed,” she whispered against my lips. I loved that she still called me Saeed most times, as I continued to call her MiMi. It felt like it was something special that only her and I shared.
It always had my dick straining harder than stone in my sweats. The sound of the name only she called me flowing off her lips and ringing into my ears always sent me right back to that hotel room, with me buried deep in the warm cavity of her womanhood.
I needed more of that.
Not right now, Maad.
Instead of burying myself deep inside of Jameela, I worked my lips slowly down her body, kissing her neck, breasts, and stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to the stretch marks that beautifully marred her skin and the perfect incision. I finally made my way to the juncture of her thighs.
I inhaled her ambrosial scent and it intoxicated me.
I looked up at Jameela for reassurance before I slid her panties down her legs.
She returned my stare and gave me a subtle nod.
“Please…hurry!” she pleaded, after I guess I took too long.
“MiMi, relax, beautiful. I’m not going to leave you wanting for anything.”
I didn’t even allow her time to respond. I went straight to devouring her pussy. I made sure to ignore her clit, focusing on her tight hole to build her up. I wanted to draw this shit out, because I wasn’t sure how she would feel afterwards, or when we would get alone time again once Ahmir came home.
In addition, I was already high off her sweet nectar, and didn’t want to come down.
“Babyyyyy. Just like that. Give me a finger.”
I chuckled.
Bossy ass.
But I listened though, because my current job was to please her. And I was going to excel at that shit. So, instead of giving her just a finger, I supplied her with two… then three, spreading her honeypot open, as I moved my fingers in a circular motion.
And shit, the way her plush walls tightened around them… I wished it was my dick. But I kept my needs in check, solely focusing on Jameela’s.
In conjunction with my fingers, I finally turned my attention to her clit and sucked her swollen nub into my mouth. I was immediately met with her sweet cream and loud screams.
Curving my fingers, making sure to caress the bundle of nerves deep within her walls, Jameela’s creaminess further blessed my mouth and lips, making its way down my chin.
And I lapped it right on up like a starving man, enjoying his first full meal in days.
