Page 177 of My Only

I gasped.

“I’m sorry, but shit, I really do, A.”

We’d been good. Keeping busy, distracting ourselves. But at that moment?

I had to agree with him. I wanted him, too.

His hand slid down my hip, fingertips sinking into my flesh as he palmed my ass.

“If we do it and we don’t come…” He smirked. “It might not count.”

“Hassani.”

“She ain’t here, man,” he said, referring to our therapist. “Come on. We’re married. Sex when you’re married is encouraged.”

I laughed.

“If there’s any rule we’re breaking, it’s the rule for being married and not having sex. My man God can’t be happy right now.”

“Hassani.”

He groaned then licked his lips. “Even the way you’re saying my name is making my dick hard.”

Lifting the summer blanket, he said, “See?”

I glanced down at his hard-on, tenting his boxers, damn near slipping out of the slit.

I bit the side of my bottom lip. “We could…” I lifted my eyes to him again, “… touch ourselves.”

“Touch ourselves?” His brow arched. “What do you mean?”

“I can touch myself, and you can touch yourself.”

“You mean like… masturbate?” He blinked. “Together?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

A slow grin formed on his lips before he licked them slow as hell. “Aight.”

I smiled too, moving closer and pressing my lips to his.

He moaned the moment our mouths collided.

My hand slid down between us, slipping behind the seat of my panties.

I exhaled. So did he.

“Is your hand where it needs to be?” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm.”

He moaned, shifting closer. “Mine is too.”

I found my clit and started circling it. Really slow.

Hassani captured my lips again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, caressing mine with each hot, open-mouthed kiss.

The more we kissed, the firmer I pressed against my pink ball.

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