Page 45 of Loyal
I just hope I’m right and this fucking storm will pass. Sooner rather than later.
Ihaven’t been able to sleep all night. I’ve tossed and turned waiting for him to come. Every little noise is making my heart stutter, thinking he is here.
So when it finally comes, I am practically halfway out the window into his arms.
“Mami,I’m here. It’s okay,” he tells me as he holds me to him.
I’m all cried out, though. No tears come as I let myself savor being in his arms.
The tension in my body doesn’t leave, though.
“What can I do to help?” he whispers.
“You being here is enough,” I tell him.
When I pull back, I can see how exhausted he looks. It’s obvious he rode all night, and yet he still chose to come see me first.
“Come inside,” I tell him, climbing back into the window before gesturing for him to follow.
“Farrah…” he starts.
“I don’t care. She already hates me. I don’t want to be alone,” I admit softly.
He climbs through without another question. Once inside, I lead him to my bed. I climb back in and watch as he strips to his boxers, laying his cut on my dresser before coming to join me.
When I’m in his arms, I try to let it all go. I have him. He’s with me.
Still, my body is taut. There is no relief.
“Settle your mind,Mami,” Loyal whispers.
“It’s not my mind that’s the problem. It’s my body. It’s full of tension.”
He starts rubbing my shoulder. “Would a massage help?”
I shrug in his arms.
“Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. I want you to get some rest. You have a shift in a few hours,” he murmurs against my head before kissing it.
“Well…” I mutter.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Orgasms with you always make me sleepy.”
He growls, flipping me over onto my back. “Lay back and enjoy then. Try not to scream too loud.”
Then he moves down my body, burying his head between my legs. He doesn’t even bother peeling off my sleep shorts. He pushes them aside as he begins to eat like a man starved.
The sudden assault on my system has my body on edge. It’s been so wound up all day that the sensations are almost too much.
Loyal continues to lick my clit, sliding his fingers through my wetness as he does so. When he finally presses two fingers in, my hips arch off the bed. He’s right there to pin them down, though, keeping me in place for him to do his work.
“Matt,” I moan.
He doesn’t respond with words, but I feel a finger circle my back entrance. It’s something we have discussed. Something I have always been curious about but never done.
The thought of him slipping a finger inside has my orgasm hitting me hard. I bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood as my release rolls through my body. My eyes roll back into my head, and my body grows lax.
