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“Oh please!” I begged, arching my back when his other hand moved upward and he cuffed my breast.
He wasn’t even touching my bare chest and it still caused my stomach to tremble. My moans grew louder and my hips bucked when his hand left my clit and his finger pushed inside me. He moved it skillfully in and out with quickness, soon adding a second.
A wave of emotions flooded me as my body shifted and bucked when pleasure exploded inside me.
“I’ve been a fool for not tasting you sooner,” he said against my pussy lips, removing his fingers and lapping my juices as I came. His tongue invaded my pussy. My hand darted to the back of his head, pushing it deeper into my soaking tunnel.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, humping into his mouth.
Listening to my pleas, he continued devouring me. Each time I came, his aggressiveness increased.
“Are you happy with your reward?” he asked, lifting his face, thumbing my clit and gazing into me. His chin and goatee dripped with my sweetness. I tried to respond, but instead I cried out as my body trembled, my toes curled, and my pulse pounded in my ears. “Thatta girl. Show your husband how much you appreciate his reward.” He lowered his mouth again, running his tongue up and down my slit.
“Your mouth. I can’t,” I struggled out as my head spun.
Yosiah was showing me a new side of himself. One I didn’t think even existed. For so long I believed he was this stoic man that loathed me and counted down the days until he could separate himself from me. Now I wasn’t sure what to believe. The way he gazed at me and kissed me earlier was too passionate for someone who didn’t give a damn about me. Even now, the way he ate me made my blood vibrate. He was making love to my pussy as if he was releasing years of pent-up sexual tension.
I prided myself on having a high libido but I wasn’t how much more I could take.
“Go there and show them why you deserve that stylist spot full-time,” Yosiah expressed in a throaty tone. He pressed a featherlight kiss on my sensitive lips as he lightly stroked me. “I can’t wait to see how you handle the position.” Another kiss. “I’m glad to see you showing everyone, including me, how good you are. How strong you are. How fucking talented you can be.” With the last of his words, he sucked roughly. My mind blanked, my eyes squeezed shut, and spots of white spots splashed behind my lids. My hand tightened on the back of his neck. He continued massaging my breast.
My eyes fluttered open when Yosiah gripped my chin. You would think I’d just run a marathon by how quickly my heart was pounding and my heavy breathing. Yosiah’s mouth fell ontomine. Instantly my mouth opened, accepting his tongue coated in my juices.
“Thank you, hubby,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from my loud crying and moans. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I lazily returned Yosiah’s kiss.
“I’ll never doubt you again, Xylina. Keep making me proud,” Were the last words I heard before fading into a peaceful slumber.
CHAPTER 14
Yosiah
“Iwas sure you’d decided to stay home,” Roman expressed as I slapped hands with him before sitting in the leather seat across from him. He blew smoke from the cigar currently in his hand.
“My bad. I got caught up with Xylina and—” My words trailed off when he started coughing before a wide grin appeared on his face.
“What the hell’s up with the smile?” I questioned, bringing the glass of Hollow Oak to my mouth.
We agreed to meet at Havana,a membership-only cigar club we both were part of, located in West Hills. It was more of a social lounge, offering lockers for storage, dining in the front part of the building, separate rooms for smoking in the back, the opportunity to purchase the finest cigars, and TVs scattered around the establishment for those who wanted to relax away from home. They served only the best high-end cigars and top shelf liquor and wine. Instead of smoking in the general area, we reserved one of the private rooms.
It had been far too long since I had been able to put my membership to use. With everything I had on my plate, I had been too busy. Things starting to fall into place allowed me tomake time to come tonight. Havana’s motto was a home away from home.
“Xylina, huh? I wasn’t expecting that.” He chuckled, leaning forward to ash his cigar.
Setting my glass down, I reached for the awaiting cigar and cutter. Leaning back and getting comfortable, I began preparing the cigar.
“I guess you can say we’re getting along these days.”
“That happened quickly. Last time you mentioned her, she was still a thorn in your side.”
I pulled my lighter out of my pants pocket, flicked the top open, and lit the cigar. Xylina’s face right before I left the house popped in my head. They way she hung on my every word. How her eyes begged me to praise and acknowledge her. I’ve never seen her face light up the way it did when I let her know how proud I was of her. It was sad to admit but I was starting to see different layers of my wife that I didn’t know existed before now.
“Yeah, well, let’s just say there seems to be more than meets the eye when it comes to her. Maybe I was a little too narrowminded to realize.” My eyes closed as the smooth, delicate cocoa flavor of the cigar filled my mouth.
Roman had questions. He wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. “So what you’re telling me is you’re suddenly in love with your wife?” He smirked.
I chuckled lowly and shook my head. “I wouldn’t take it that far. I’m just more accepting of her.”
“Only took five years, huh?” He laughed. “I see they’re lighting a fire under her dad. How’s Princess handling Daddy’s downfall?”
