Page 82 of The Sweetest Return

Her eyes opened, glassy and dark. “It feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I pushed in slowly, not deep enough to hurt, just enough to let her body learn the stretch. She was tight and wet, her pussy gripping my finger like she didn’t want to let it go.

I groaned against her breast.

“You feel that?”

Her voice came small. “Yes.”

“That’s your body getting ready for me.”

Her eyes fluttered.

I felt the reaction in her pussy. That taught me something too.

Words worked on Imani when they were true. Truth spoken low enough for her body to understand it before pride could argue.

I added my mouth between her thighs after that.

She grabbed the back of my head and said my name loud enough to make me smile against her.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Aight, then.”

I took my time.

I wanted pleasure in whatever memory she carried from that night. I refused to let her first time become only nerves and pain because I had been too impatient to care what her body needed.

So I learned her.

The pressure she liked. The way her hips tried to lift and run at the same time. The change in her breathing when she got close. The way she squeezed her thighs around my head when something felt too good. How much wetter she got once she stopped thinking long enough to let herself feel.

Her fingers rubbed over my close-cut hair.

“Dre, I⁠—”

“Let it happen, baby.”

She shook beneath my mouth, then broke open on a cry that went straight through my chest. Her thighs closed around me, her hips lifting, one hand flying to her mouth like she could catch the sound after it had already left.

I kissed her thigh and looked up at her.

“Why you hiding?”

“I was loud.”

“So?”

“I screamed your name.”

“Do it again later.”