Page 85 of Sweetest Temptation
“Damn, I love her flavor,” I thought as I dipped my tongue into her hole. Even in her sleep, she got wet for a nigga.
A few licks in, and I heard her moan, then grabbed the back of my head. Her hips began to slowly move in small circles. “Babe, no. Stop. I’m still mad at you.”
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but this pussy is leaking like a faucet, Nova baby. Make that make sense, love.” I chuckled, then went back to sucking and slurping on her middle.
“Shit! I… I can’t help it. It’s these hormones,” she whispered in a soft moan.
When I told Zanova what my plans were tonight, she begged me not to do it. She said Jerome wasn’t worth my freedom. But fuck that. He touched what belonged to me, so he had to pay. I couldn’t let him slide.
“Damn, Nova baby. This pussy tastes good as fuck…” I groaned, gripping her thighs while sucking her clit. “Why is this pussy so wet, baby?” I slipped a finger in her asshole, working it in and out at a fast pace. At the same time, I sucked her clit and circled my tongue around it.
“Because of you, Samir! I love you, baby! Oh God! I’m coming!” she screamed and came in my mouth.
When I finished drinking up all her cream, I sat up, my beard leaking with her cream. I placed her legs in the crook of my arms and slid inside of her slowly.
“Fuck! It doesn’t make no damn sense for this pussy to feel this good!” I growled and began fucking her shit out the frame.
Zanova had her eyes closed, face balled up, fingers gripping the sheets. The beautiful fuck faces she was making had a nigga ready to nut. As I made love to her, all I could do was thank the man above for Jerome fumbling her heart.
“Look at me, love. I want to look into your eyes when I nut in this good-ass pussy.”
She did as I asked. Her eyes were heavy, glossed over with heat she couldn’t hide. She fought to keep them open, moaning as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
“I love you, Nova baby. You and my baby are my only priority. I’ll body anything moving if they fuck with y’all.” I was giving facts and long, deep strokes.
“I… I know, Samir! Shit! I know, and I love you more. Sssss!” She hissed, fucking me back from the bottom. I gently let her legs down without breaking my rhythm. I grabbed both of her breasts and sucked on her left nipple, biting down gently as I grunted and released deep inside her.
Everything about Zanova—her honesty, her strength, her fire—broke something open in me. I kissed her slowly, tasting her breath, her warmth, her truth. Every move between us felt like a promise. Every heartbeat synced until it was hard to tell where I ended and she began.
When I was sure I had emptied everything I had inside of her, I stayed there, savoring the moment with her. We both were quiet, just listening to our breathing and the sound of our hearts. I brushed a hand over her cheek, my thumb catching the tear that had slipped down.
“Samir, I trust you with everything in me. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
“Damn, woman,” I whispered against her skin. “You tryna to have me shopping for rings.”
She laughed softly, the kind of laugh that settles in your soul. Her fingers traced lazy circles over my chest as her breathing turned to normal. Whatever tomorrow brought, none of it mattered right now. Because in this moment, wrapped up with her, I had everything I ever wanted. And I wasn’t letting go.
Six Months Later
The sun was setting behind the trees of Samir’s backyard, painting the sky in gold and lavender streaks. The soft hum of music floated through the yard—“So Beautiful” by Musiq Soulchild, one of my favorites from him.
Most of the guests had gone home by now, leaving behind the faint scent of barbecue, half-empty glasses of punch, and a mountain of pink and blue balloons that hung throughout the yard. My baby shower had been a dream with laughter, love, and family at the center. It was everything I never thought I’d ever have. God has blessed me tremendously. Not only did He give me the baby I prayed for, but He gave me double the blessing.
I stood near the middle of the yard, barefoot on the grass, my belly stretching the front of my white satin dress. Eight months pregnant, and every part of me felt full. I didn’t even hear Samircome up behind me until I felt his hands slide over my belly, strong and sure, pulling me gently against him.
“What are you over here thinking about, love?” he whispered against my ear, his voice low and warm. “My strong woman.”
I smiled, leaning back into him. His chest was solid against my back, his heartbeat calm and steady. “Barely. These two are wearing me out. I think they’re practicing karate in there.”
He chuckled, his breath tickling my neck as his thumbs brushed lazy circles over the sides of my stomach. “They just tryna get out and meet their daddy.”
“Hmm. They only go crazy when you’re around, and I’m the one doing all the work.” I rolled my eyes. Already, I could tell Samir was going to spoil our kids.
He laughed again, and for a moment, everything around us just stopped. The lights hanging from the pergola glowed soft and golden, wrapping the whole yard in this hazy, peaceful warmth. The pain of my past felt a million miles away.
We started to sway, slow and unhurried, his arms still around me, his lips brushing the side of my neck. My hands rested over his, our fingers lacing together across the curve of my stomach.
“I can’t believe this is our life,” I whispered. “After everything I’ve been through. Then God sent you to me, and these amazing twins. I feel so blessed. I still can’t believe all of this. It feels like a dream.”
