Page 102 of Til Death
“Yeah, dating.”
Yosiah scanned me and suddenly his face fell and his expression grew serious.
“I need you to strip for me.”
His sudden request caught me off guard. I stared at him like he was crazy, furrowing my brows and scrunching my nose.
“What? Why?”
He licked his lips. “Because I need to see something. So strip for me, please.”
My heart stumbled and my stomach twisted. Giving a slight nod, I did as he asked, slowly removing my clothes until I was only in my bra and panties.
Yosiah’s face darkened as he scanned my body slowly. The way he watched me caused the hairs on the nape of my neck to rise and heat bloom in me.
“I did this? Last night?” he questioned, slowly reaching out and lightly brushing his fingers over the deep red bruising on the top of my chest.
Glancing to the side, I nodded, pulling my bottom lip with my teeth. Continuing to scan me, he inhaled sharply seeing the handprints between my thighs. It didn’t hurt but his grip on me had been a bit tighter than normal.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t even remember doing any of this? Does it hurt?” His voice dripped with remorse.
I shook my head. “A little tender to the touch but that’s it.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” He flicked his eyes to my face, then back between my legs. “It had to hurt.”
“Well, I figured since I was the cause of everything I could endure it and be fine. It wasn’t completely painful to the point where I couldn’t tolerate it.”
His mouth pinched together and he suddenly grabbed both of my shoulders, giving me a slight shake.
“Don’t do that shit again! Never let me or anyone else handle you like that. The way I marked you up, the bruising, none of that shit is okay. I should have never even taken you while I wasangry and drunk.” His burning stare caused a shiver to shoot through me. “I didn’t hurt the baby, did I?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. You got out of hand. It’s no big deal, Yosiah.”
“But it is. I practically assaulted you.”
“No you didn’t! Don’t say that!” His words pained me. I didn’t want him to carry that burden. Yosiah wasn’t that kind of guy.
His nose flared slightly and his jaw clenched. “Just promise me next time you’ll speak up.”
“Fine, okay. If it’s too much for me, I’ll tell you to stop.” I lifted a hand and cuffed his cheek. “Plus, I should be the one apologizing. This is my fault anyway. I should have never purposely gotten pregnant.” I still wasn’t used to apologizing, but if I wanted us to work, I knew taking accountability when I did something wrong was necessary.
Yosiah’s eyes softened. His teeth scraped over his bottom lip and he moved in slowly. I held my breath when his lips touched my skin ever so lightly, placing soothing, gentle kisses along my marked flesh.
“I’ll never lose control or get angry like that again.” His warm breath brushed over my skin. I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth and balled my hands into fists when he dragged his tongue over my neck.
“Yosiah,” I breathed lightly. Blood rushed to my center, causing it to throb. As if he knew, Yosiah moved one of his hands to my thigh and massaged it gently.
“Let me make it up to you.” He shifted so he was over me and tenderly pushed me backwards.
Blinking slowly I watched him remove my panties and spread my thighs wide. His eyes filled with regret while staring at my lower lips. They were still a bit swollen the last time I used the bathroom.
Dropping to his stomach, he kissed my pussy lips lightly. A soft moan fell from my mouth. He made a trail of kisses from my pussy to my thighs, every so often running his tongue along my skin.
“You’re still so pretty down here, even swollen and reddened.” He slid a finger through my wetness.
“Can’t believe my baby’s gonna come out this small hole in a few months.” I whimpered when he pushed a finger into me. It was slightly uncomfortable but not enough to stop him. Happiness exploded inside me now that me and Yosiah had made up. It had only been two weeks but it felt longer. From now on I would work on thinking before acting, in order to avoid any conflict between us. I had become addicted to his touch and refused to do anything that would keep me from it.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked Yosiah as he led me to his parents’ front porch.
