Page 42 of The Heart of a Capricorn
There was no way I wasn’t going to head back to Lyric, especially because of how worried she’d been before I left.
Now that we were together, she still had her worries, but not as bad as they were.
Once she and her team finished their project, she and I spent a few days in Vegas to celebrate our marriage. When we made it back home, we spent as much time as possible. Two months later, we purchased a house together.
There were no babies at the moment, but I damn sure enjoyed trying to make one with her. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. We fucked all over our four-bedroom, three-bathroom house. There wasn’t a surface untouched.
We spent a lot of time in the house, doing simple shit like cooking together and watching movies. Lyric even got me into doing crossword puzzles with her. Sometimes we competed to see who could finish first. The prizes ranged from cleaning to cooking, to the loser performing oral sex on the other. We liked to please each other, so either way, we each won.
Work had been good for both of us. Luckily, I hadn’t had any high-stakes assignments since Vegas, and that gave Lyric some relief.
Lyric and the women at Tech Angels had a new assignment, but it was local this time. When they had to fly to Arizona for a week, I was right there with Lyric. In the daytime, she worked, and at night, we explored the city. I had to force her to take a break from work at times. Her determination had been a gift and a curse.
Lucky for us, it was Labor Day weekend, and Ciara was adamant about the company being closed on the weekends and holidays.
Since we were both off, we decided to host a cookout at our house.
I left the house to get some meat to cook and a couple of other last-minute things Lyric forgot to pick up.
“What’s up, L?” I greeted when I walked into the kitchen.
Lyric turned away from the dish she was in the middle of fixing and smiled at me.
“What’s up, Tank?” She smirked.
I walked up to her and pulled her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she stared up at me.
“You know what that name does to me,” I reminded her as I squeezed her ass in the black leggings she wore.
The cookout wouldn’t start for another few hours, and since we still had to clean up and cook some stuff, Lyric walked around in leggings and a crop top. Leggings were my favorite on her because of how they made her ass look.
“Nope, I don’t know what it does.”
I picked her up and placed her on the counter. I moved the bowl that was on the counter to the other side.
I ran my hand up her leg until I reached her pussy. With her pussy in my hand, I asked, “Oh, you don’t?” I traced the lining of it with my finger.
She moaned. I loved how turned on she got whenever I touched her.
“No. You gonna show me?” The corner of her lip curled upward, as her left eyebrow rose.
“You know I am. Lift up,” I told her as I grabbed the waistband of her pants.
Her thick ass hips and thighs lifted off the counter, and I pulled her pants down. I smiled when I noticed that she wasn’twearing panties. I didn’t think there was a day that Lyric wore panties in the house, unless she was on her period. Any other time, it was bare pussy, and that made things so much easier for me. Especially when she wore one of my T-shirts or one of the many nightgowns she owned.
There was still so much more to do before everyone came, so this session wouldn’t be long, but it would be enough to hold us over until the night was over.
I pushed her legs open wider and dove straight in. Her wetness greeted my tongue when it touched her flesh.
She put her hand on the top of my head and pumped her hips to match my tongue. I ate her pussy like I was starving, because I was for her.
Her moans bounced off the walls. “Shit. Tank.”
My dick jumped at the name. She knew what she was doing by calling me that. She wanted me to unleash Tank, but I was trying to hold him back.
“You want Tank, baby?” I asked as I replaced my tongue with my finger.
When I sucked on her clit at the same time, she cried out.
