“I need to feel you inside of me, Ahmad. And not just your tongue. I need you to take my body like you did that night in the hotel. Hard. Rough.”
I heard him mumble,fuck,and that’s when I knew I had him. He wasn’t going to tell me no.
“You sure this is what you want?”
“You’ve been devouring me every damn night since that first time, but won’t have sex with me, won’t sleep with me. Yes, I’m sure this is what I want. Unless…” I paused, now feeling self-conscious, thinking maybe I had it wrong this entire time and he doesn’t really want to be with me in that way. But I shook that off, because he would not enjoy me like a five-course meal every night if he wasn’t interested. “...you don’t want me in that way,” I finished.
“MiMi,” Ahmad said, in a tight voice. “Of course I want you. I want you so damn bad. But I know if we take it to that next level, I’m going to want you every damn day. That, I am not sure you are ready for.”
Inhaled sharply. Just the thought of him wanting to bury himself inside of me every day took my breath away. Because shit… Ahmad had been the best sex I ever had.
“I’m ready for that.”And so much more.But those words I keep to myself.
Ahmad climbed fully on the bed and engulfed my body with his.
At first, his movements were deathly slow. So, I had to make sure he knew we didn’t have all night.
“You know Ahmir will be up for a feeding in less than two hours. As much as I want you to move slowly and enjoy my body… I need you to fuck me at the moment.”
The deep sound of Ahmad’s chuckle tickles my ear.
“Damn, baby. Tell me how you really feel.”
“I feel like I need that sexy smooth bronze coated dick buried inside of me.”
“Damnnnn.”
Ahmad quickly did away with his pajama pants and tee shirt.
Even though we didn’t have a lot of time, he still made sure I was good and ready for him. The pinches to my nipples, and the fingers he slid into my folds had my river flowing.
“Now, Ahmad.”
As he lined himself up with my center, he paused.
“Condoms?” Ahmad trailed off.
I was panting, and desperate with need by this point.
“Fuck condoms. Pull out.”
I knew that was a stupid thing to say, but Ahmad must’ve been beyond the point of being responsible also, because the next thing I knew, he slammed his dick into me in one strong ass thrust.
I thought his ass was going to go slow and take it easy, being as though it was my first time since the baby, but I guess he heard my pleas of hard and rough, because the soft and gentle went out by the wayside.
I wanted to cry out, but I knew the baby was right next door. So instead, I bit into Ahmad’s shoulder to stifle my moan.
He either liked it or he didn’t because his ass groaned. I couldn’t even care to figure out what his groan meant, because he pulled out and thrusted hard into me for a second time, literally making me come when the tip of his dick reached deep into my walls, and rubbed at that bundle of nerves.
“Dammit. Jameela. You are so damn tight,” He grunted and all I could do was quiver in response. “Am I hurting you? I’m sorry, baby… did I do too much.”
Ahmad’s pace slowed and concern etched his features.
“No, please do stop. It’s perfect.” The pleasure was out of this world and the last thing I wanted was for Ahmad to stop. “And Ahmad, can you call me MiMi when you’re inside of me?”
I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to hearJameelaon his lips while he fucked me.
He lifted my legs, bent my knees and pushed them into my chest. Then… he stole my fucking breath with the deep stroke he delivered.
