Page 33 of Wild Thoughts, Reckless Nights
“You better be mine, MiMi,” I said before slamming into her in one long thrust.
“Yesss! Just like that.”
I’ve come to learn that Jameela liked it a little rough. She would randomly bring up how hard I fucked her the first night we were together.
And shit… my ass wasn’t one to disappoint.
I slapped Jameela again on the ass, harder than before, and attempted to reach beyond her womb with my strokes.
“You look so damn sexy like this, MiMi… bent over… ass bare and red with my handprint. I could have you like this every day for the rest of my fucking life.”
I know we were in the throes of passion, but I meant every word. I wanted her with me every day from here on out.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
Her words, coupled with the pleasure from feeling her wrapped around me, had me firing off words, before I even realized what was coming out of my mouth.
“Marry me then.”
Jameela came so hard, squeezing me, and ripping my release straight from my body as if she held the control over it.
Shit, she does.
My heart beat pounded so hard that I could feel the throbbing in my ears, and my entire body shivers. I also felt Jameela’s shivers, and I don’t think she even heard my words.
I didn’t repeat them, for the slight fear of rejection.
We both leaned against the sink, heaving as we came down from our euphoric high.
After I cleaned the remnants of our sex, she turned and kissed me deeply.
“You want me to marry you?”
She did hear me.
“I do. I love you, Jameela. But it’s okay if you’re not ready for any of that. I also know that wasn’t the best way to ask you. Let me have a do over.”
I chuckled, because I was nervously rambling like a little damn kid.
“I never thought I would have a second chance at love,” she said, and stroked my face. “I love you too, Ahmad. And the answer to your question will always be yes. I know all of this happened fast and from a wild and reckless night, but I swear I would repeat it all again if it led to this moment.”
“I don’t know, I would have loved seeing my son grow in your belly and had the opportunity to wait on you hand and foot.”
She laughed.
“I was mean as shit when I was pregnant… ask Kennedy. You didn’t want to witness that. Plus, you’ve been doing nothing but waiting on me and taking care of me since you came back into my life. I love you deeply for that.”
I leaned down to kiss her, then lifted her in my arms and carried her off to bed.
Now that Ahmir was a little older, he slept much longer, and I got more opportunities to make love to Jameela.
Epilogue
Ahmad
Iwalked into the bedroom after a long shift at the hospital, ready to see my Little Man, and my light… my future wife.
I asked Jameela to marry me, the right way, a few weeks after our heated kitchen session where I was all loose with the lips.
