“You provide continuous physical, emotional, and spiritual support to me. Every day with you I achieve the healthiest, most satisfying experience of love possible to man. You’re a doula to your family.” Taking his hand, I placed it on my lower abdomen. “We created life and will do it again.” I hiccupped watching his eyes mist over.
I let my words marinate down to his soul while I washed us clean. Stayed close as possible while toweling him dry. My catering stopped there when we got back to the bedroom. He moisturized my skin with my oil. Rubbed me down with those piercing onyx eyes sending zaps of ecstasy to my drenched core.
I wonder if he noticed that the sleekness on my thighs wasn’t from the oil. My legs locked around him when he tried to move away from me. His left brow raised. That smirk on his sexy mouth, I needed to be sure of what this meant. Be sure that once we went beyond and infused, there was no going back.
Hands with no trembling gripped the heaviness of his muscle. His thick, curved hard muscle. My throat ached to feel him tickling my tonsils. My mouth watered to taste his essence. I settled on rubbing it around that head of his making him moan my name.
Naked, on my back with my legs spread from mars to Jupiter, I offered myself as a sacrifice to mend what had been broken. “Reign superior my king.”
Whatever beast I unleashed by saying that, my body would hate me for it in the morning. The way he reacquainted himself to my lady below, my back hadn’t released from its first arch. Lying here while he devoured me, I became irresistibly obsessed and addicted to the ruthless man known as Amell Kalmin.
His tongue needed to be given an award for working so meticulously and energized against my engorged pearl. The moments I wanted to run for the hills and ask that we sing kumbaya instead, he’d wrap his thick arms around my thighs, securing me to his mouth. Such a selfless lover he was. My pants and ramblings of begging went unanswered. “Amell…please…I-I.”
Then those fingers joined, and it became a three-man band. He drummed. He stroked. He sang. I screamed. Each organ, whether his fingers or his tongue, they played a merciless game of touch and go. His tongue touched and his fingers kept hitting go. My breast damn near touched the ceiling with each lashing. My body exploded, eyes rolled back in my head and my ears filled with static. Damn him.
He finished, leaving me drifting in a haze of erotic bliss. “Gazelle.” He breathed into my ear, lips trailing back to mine so I could lick my sweetness off his lips. His kisses distracted me from the slow grind of him feeding my flower his pole of gold. Both of us had suffered in the negligence of sexual gratification. I’m not positive that we were going to last long.
“King, baby, you feel so good.” The thickness, the width, the veins. It was magical. Not only was he meticulous with his tongue but my baby had the power to sex me into the next world. Deep and calculated thrusts met my pelvis stroke for stroke. His slow torturing pace, his lips and teeth on my neck, pulling my skin in his mouth until bruised. I erupted all over him. Created a mess and added more moisture to the pool he loved diving in.
If I hadn’t been familiar with his menacing glare, I’d think I made him angry from the set of his lips and eyes in thin slits. That look made my stomach flip with a dozen butterflies as he affirmed his devotion with the movement of his body. “Gazelle, I want you to make my pussy cum. Can you cum for me, baby?” Shit. He never had to ask.
When his arms cradled my head, securing me in place, I lifted my hips and matched his rhythm. People wondered how I could be so attached, so clingy to this man. This is how. A round of tremors seared through me when he started to roll those hips of his. He wanted me to lose my mind. To hide out in the bushes. To key his car and bleach his clothes.
I’d be his sugah mama if he asked me too. His teeth grazed my neck, for sure leaving a trail of evidence behind. I welcomed it. Welcomed everything he had to give. “Damn, Gazelle. You’re so wet. So, fucking wet.” He grunted in my ear.
Being underneath his heavy frame, I held onto him. I wanted to feel him everywhere. Our limbs, our most sacred parts were intertwined, who knew where I began, and he finished. My toes curled. My back arched higher. Our connection, my obsession, I became undone just as he asked. “Amellllllllllllll,” I sang, shaking like a loose leaf.
“Yes, baby.” He sunk back to sit on his legs. How could I forget about his love of watching my essence ooze out of me? “I love you so damn much.” He hissed plunging back into me. He swelled and pulsed inside me. Somehow managing to grow bigger and wider, stretching me to places that set off another warm bomb in my belly down to my overly sensitive core.
“Forever mine, Gazelle. Day after forever, you’ll still be mine.” Like his heavy breaths, his thrust matched sending us both up to the clouds and then back down for a safe landing.
Amell was mine and I was his, and together we were going to figure out this thing called love.
Chapter 25
Amell
I’m a firm believer in God’s promises weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning. Change happened and I was happy. Krishna was happy. Today made three years since I turned myself in to US Marshals. Three long years since I’ve seen my nieces and nephews. Since I’ve seen JD. Yesterday I finally broke and called Atlas. The conversation never happened because I hung up before the first ring.
A rift stood between my brothers and me. We had a lot to talk about. A lot to apologize for. A lot to explain.
“I thought about going to law school but changed my mind.” His voice had already dropped thanks to puberty, but the deep baritone coming out of the mouth of the man with a full beard, JD had grown up on me in the last three years.
Andrea said our session today was going to be different and that she had a surprise for me. I didn’t think anything could top Krishna and I sharing the same cabin and getting along, but her surprise did. JD had come to visit me.
“Were you going to go for yourself or because you thought that was something I’d want?” I knew the kid better than he knew himself. JD never had an interest in studying law. His interests were sports, biology, and women. Nothing about that said law school.
He gave me a sly smile before running a head over his waves. Can’t believe this kid was a full-grown man. College beefed him up in a good way. “Besides you, I had interest in it but nah, I’m actually following the steps of Krishna. Her love for biology rubbed off on me. I want to teach also.”
I could see him being a teacher. “Will you stay in DC or move back to Florida?” I knew JD had a life of his own and no matter where he went, I’d support him. Thankfully, we had a family private plane to take us anywhere.
“Florida.” He answered too quickly for my liking. “Jeremy don’t come back if that’s not something you want to do. I can visit you anywhere.”
“Right, I don’t have to come back but I want to. My grandmother is getting up there in age and I want to spend as much time with her as I can. Then, there is Krishna. She cooks too good for me to leave.” He mentioned everyone but me. Dude wasn’t slick. “Plus, we have a lot of catching up to do and before you say something crazy it’s my decision, Amell. I want to be near my family.
You’ve never failed me, Amell. Regardless of what you think, you never failed me. No one has ever looked out for me as you have. I have a future because of you.” He looked off for a second. “Andre and Landon put things in perspective when you left. The reason I kept getting caught with all those girls was because I felt like I had to prove to you and myself or anybody else that I wasn’t gay. That Roosevelt hadn’t taken anything else from me. The more girls I slept with the more I felt like a man and not one that had been violated.”