Page 56 of Omar

Something moved in his face. He leaned in and kissed me again, deeper this time. his tongue finding mine while his hand slid between my legs. His fingers found me wet, ready, and I gasped against his mouth when he slid two inside.

"You this wet for me?" he asked against my lips.

"Always."

He worked his fingers inside me slowly, curling them upward, his thumb brushing my clit in slow circles. I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to hold him there, to keep him right where he was. My hips moved against his hand and my breathing got heavier.

"Right there," I breathed. "Don't move your hand."

He didn't. He kept that same rhythm, steady, patient, his eyes on my face watching every reaction. His mouth went to my neck and he kissed the spot below my ear while his fingers kept working. The pressure built, climbing, my thighs starting to shake.

"Let go," he said against my skin. "I got you."

I came on his hand with my face pressed into his shoulder, my body curling into his, my fingers digging into his arm. The orgasm rolled through me in long waves and he held me through it, his hand still between my legs, not moving now, just resting there while I came down.

"Shit," I whispered when I could speak again.

He smiled. Actually smiled, which was rare for Omar. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands went to my hips, gripping the curve of them. I reached between us and took his dick in my hand, stroked him twice, then positioned him at my entrance.

I lowered myself onto him slowly. Inch by inch, taking all of him, watching his face change as I did. His grip tightened on my hips, his head pressed back into the pillow, and a sound came out of him that was somewhere between a groan and my name.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I started moving. Slow rolls of my hips, grinding down against him, finding the angle that hit every nerve. His hands slid from my hips up to my waist, pulling me down harder onto him with every roll. I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward, changing the angle, and we both felt it.

"Like that," he groaned. "Just like that."

I rode him with my hair falling around my face, my breasts brushing his chest every time I leaned forward. His hands were everywhere: my waist, my ass, my thighs, my back. He sat up beneath me, wrapping his arms around me, his face against my neck, and I locked my ankles behind his back.

"I missed this," I said into his ear. "I missed you so much."

"You got me now," he said. "You got me."

We moved together, his hips rising to meet mine, my body grinding down onto his. The rhythm built until the bed was creaking and my breathing was ragged and his hands were gripping my ass so hard there'd be marks tomorrow.

"I'm close," I told him.

"Come again for me." His voice was rough, strained. "Let me feel you."

I came again with his arms wrapped around me, my forehead against his, our breath mixing between us. He followed me seconds later, his whole body tensing underneath me, a low groan vibrating through his chest into mine. I collapsed against him, both of us breathing hard, skin against skin, sweat cooling between us.

We lay there tangled together for a while. My head on his chest, his arm around my shoulders, his thumb drawing lazy circles on my skin. The apartment was quiet except for the street noise coming through the window.

"I'm close to the number," I said after a while. "Two thousand five hundred away."

His thumb stopped moving. "Yeah?"

"I've been thinking about actually leaving. For real this time. Not the plan or the daydream. Actually going."

He was quiet for a moment. "Would you let me help?"

"I've been doing this alone for so long, Omar. I don't know how to let somebody else in on it."

"You already have." He looked at me. "You're lying in my bed telling me about it. That's in."

He was right. I didn't know when it had happened exactly, the moment I'd stopped keeping the exit plan locked inside my own head and started sharing it with this man who had his own reasons to want Supreme gone. But it had happened and there was no undoing it now.