Page 88 of Til Death
Slowly, I dragged my tongue over my lips and stroked his dick. Another good thing about Yosiah was that he was never satisfied after his first time cumming. I guess I should thank his constant biking for his stamina. I crawled up his body once he started getting hard in my hand again. Biting into my bottom lip, I kept a steady grip on his dick as I lined his tip up with my opening and lowered myself onto him.
“You’re gonna make me late for my morning meetings with the developers,” he gritted, gazing at me through smoky eyes.
Clenching my walls around him, I got on tiptoe, planted my hands on his chest, and bounced. “I think I’m worth the wait, hubby.”
Being skin to skin with Yosiah made sex feel ten times better. Sometimes we still used condoms, but he rarely demanded them anymore.
Yosiah reached up and grabbed my breasts, groping them roughly. His fingers fondled my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching them slightly. I hissed and tossed my head back. Since Yosiah was constantly giving them attention, they had grown more sensitive over the past few weeks.
It didn’t take long for me and Yosiah to find a rhythm. As I rode him, he thrust upward into me. I grew wetter, moaned louder. My head spun from pleasure.
“C’mere,” he demanded huskily.
Bending forward, I pressed my lips into him and lifted so I was only riding the tip. Our tongues tangled. Morning breathand cum on my tongue be damned. My stomach tightened. Sparks shot up my spine.
“Fuck me right!” he demanded, grabbing my ass cheeks and bringing them down on him roughly, over and over.
“Oooh, right there, hubby!” I cried into his mouth.
By the time I was cumming on Yosiah’s dick, I felt like I could go back to sleep for another eight hours.
“You’re like a damn succubus lately,” he breathed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
“I don’t see you complaining.” I pecked his lips then pulled away grinning.
“Just what I needed before heading into work.”
Things with Simone had been going great too. Over the past month I had been helping her change and develop her new style. She was growing out of her standard, oversized, boho look and becoming more feminine boho. Her single was due to be released soon, along with the video. I had been meeting with different designers and brands to build the perfect look for her.
Working had been a learning curve for me. While I was used to giving clothing suggestions and putting looks together for myself, it felt completely different doing it for someone else. But I liked it. Loved it actually. In my spare time I had been doing research to learn exactly what was needed of me. Keri also had been a huge help, helping me settle in.
Currently, I was building a look book for Simone and her new look. Today I was meeting with Kinsley Barker. It was hard to get on her books. Not only was she the younger sister of well-known influencer Xiomara and twin to rising singer Kayleigh, but she was one of the best celebrity hairstylists in the industry and I knew she would get Simone right. There was an R&B festival coming up and Simone was in the lineup. Following that she had a video shoot for a song she was featured in, a magazine shoot, then she was flying to London toward the end of the month fora few events and collab meetings. She had warned me that the beginning of summer through the winter was a busy season for her and I was due to be there for it all.
“Work feels good to say, huh?”
My smile turned bashful. “Sure does.”
Yosiah turned and stood, stretching and rolling his neck between his shoulders. “Have you thought about what we talked about?”
“Oh no, I haven’t.” The artist she had asked me about during Simone’s shoot who’d wanted to meet with me about working together. Since Simone’s switch up, she had been getting even more attention. She tagged me in one of her posts and it was like a snowball effect, more artists were reaching out to work with me. When I mentioned it to Yosiah, he suggested I make arealbusiness out of it and take on more clients. I didn’t know how I felt about it. That sounded like a lot of work and responsibility. I knew nothing about running a business.
“You should. It’s obvious people see the potential in you. You should see it in yourself.” He rounded the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Yosiah made a good point, but I was just getting used to the new changes in my life. Things were happening fast and I was doing my hardest to keep up.
Collapsing back on the bed, I reached over and patted around until I located my phone. I had a little time to spare before my yoga class. Opening my social media, I scrolled through my timeline. I had slowed down on my “get ready with me” content, but after the orgasm I just had, I was feeling good and wanted my followers to know it.
“Girl, you okay? You’re looking a little green,” Kinsley asked.
My nose scrunched and I pushed the bowl of guacamole away from me. “Yeah, just not feeling this today.”
After leaving yoga and going home to walk Princess, I left to meet with Kinsley. We were at a Mexican restaurant in West Valley.
“Anyway, I’m thinking a middle part, blonde, thirty inch lace front with minimal baby hairs with this look,” I mentioned, showing her the outfit on the tablet. A cropped distressed jean jacket with frayed patchwork and yellow accents, a pleated mini skirt, and thigh high olive-green boot sandals that laced up the front.
“Oh that outfit is cute as hell.” She picked the tablet up, looking at it closer.
“Isn’t it? I almost kept it for myself.” I snickered.
