Page 82 of Not My Type
“What’s in the box?” I ask, it comes out softer than I intended.
He steps behind me, his presence so close I can feel the heat radiating off him. “Guess nuh Mami,” he murmurs, his breath a warm whisper against my shoulder. The sensation sends a shiver through me, my eyes on the mirror.
“A bracelet?” I try.
“Nah,” he braces into me, pushing me against the dresser, his chest pressing into my back, his weight sending me further down. “One more try.”
“Nickoi... chro,” I whine and grip the edge to keep me steady.
He raises his arms over my head, carefully brushing the skin of my neck as he clips the custom pandora necklace into place. I glance down, the pendant resting on my chest reads: Mami. Our couple name, Nara engraved in a fine script beneath it. I press my index finger on it, tracing the letters with the corner of my lips turning into a smile. “Didn’t know you’re into stuff like this,” he doesn’t look like the sentimental type.
“Neva’ know either,” his words deep, then he chuckles to brush off the weight of his words. I meet his gaze in the mirror. “I love it... Thank you.”
Jeez you’re just thanking him, why do your words have to sound so seductive?
“So, who was on the phone?” he asks, his hands dropping to my curvy hips, his fingers gently tracing the fabric of my clothes. I watch as he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, a slow, deliberate move, that makes my pulse race. He’s so handsome. So sexy.
“Who yuh think?” I challenge, a rush of boldness surging through me. He yanks me close, the force of it jolting me. The space between us burns. My eyes lock with his in the mirror. I watch his gaze turn dark, hungry.
“Mama was on the phone,” I say. My gaze lingers on the vape in his hand.
“You wah try it?” I shake my head no. He grips my ass, firm, deliberate. “You sure?”
That smirk. That look. I snatch it from his hands, take a drag, the burn hits fast, I cough. He chuckles, rubbing my back. “That a lightweight Mami.”
“It got a lemon taste... so I like it,” I murmur, my eyes locking onto his. Dark. Lecherous. Watching me like he already knows what’s coming next.
“Mi kno’ mon,” he mutters, his voice thick, heavy— just like his dick that’s pressing into my back. I turn to him, my eyes dropping to his lips. They’re so tempting.
“Yuh want it?” his voice is low, rough, dripping with need.
My heart pounds, my body screams yes, but my lips won’t move. The air between us thickens— heavy, suffocating. I can’t take it. I need to close the space, to touch him, to feel him. But, I stand here. Silent. Waiting.
You’re too shy Zara ...
“Mi a take off mi slippers,” I say, moving away— only to gather myself, because truth is, I’d take him even with them on. Hear the saint!
I exhale, fingers working off the slides. When I look up through my lashes, Nickoi is watching me— waiting. He’s serious.
“What?” I smile, a little shy, as he tilts his head, exhaling. The smoke curls around his face, rising slowly before he pulls it back through his nose, making sure I see every movement. Ouuu...
“Yuh want it?” he repeats.
“Yea... ” I swallow my pride.
“So fawud nuh, mi know yuh shy but come unleash the demon weh me know in a yuh,” he smirks and in seconds, his eyes get darker.
He gestures me closer. The closer I get to him, he moves back until he’s sitting at the edge of the bed. I bring my legs over and straddle him. I can feel his erection. My shyness melts. Heat throbs between my legs, aching for him. I rock my hips, seeking friction. My lips trace his neck, hungry. My hands glide over his tattoos, feeling the heat of his skin beneath. His muscles are so hard. Damn.
In seconds, our clothes hit the floor. I’m in nothing but my panties. He hooks a finger in the waistband, pulling them down, agonizingly slow. His eyes glinting at the wetness. The curve of my breasts in full view, my nipples hardening. His lips part, taking one in his mouth. His tongue, wet, hot and soft, teasing with every movement. He traces the sensitive tips, flicking it slowly before increasing the intensity, making every nerve in my body tingle. I hug behind his head biting back moans. He pulls back slowly, eyes fall to the moisture dripping to my inner thighs. Why him a take so longgg?
“You want eh killa mon,” he smacks my ass. I bite my lip, frustration bubbling up.
“Do that aga—” he cuts me off, eyes the darkest brown.
“And yuh do wah?”
“Take it myself,” It spills out low, making him laugh.
