Page 25 of Tension

She stood quickly, annoyance written all over her face. “I’ll just go, then.”

I wasn’t going to stop her, and Vel’s attention was back on me like it never left.

Once the door shut, I exhaled.

“Listen, I’m sorry you had to deal with all my mess.”

“I didn’t have to deal with anything,” he said, touching my arm. “I just hated watching you go through it.”

I flinched when his fingers brushed a sore spot. He studied my skin, jaw tightening as his anger flared again.

“He done this before?”

“No. Not like this…”

He pulled me close, one finger gently tilting my face to look at my eye. “It's not that bad, just a scratch and a bruise.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it was just a paper cut. You done with that nigga, no more caseworker shit.” His voice was stern, and I didn’t plan to argue.

“I’m done,” I promised.

“I’m serious, Honeydew. I will kill that nigga. You keep running to me, I’m gone start handling shit how I see fit.”

He had my jaw in his hand as he looked into my eyes.

Something shifted in me then. I realized how badly I needed him.

To be touched.

To feel wanted and protected.

It had been too long, and he was exactly what I needed.

I kissed him softly, testing the waters.

He cupped my cheek, kissing me back, slow at first, then deeper, like he was trying to kiss away all the pain.

I pulled at his shirt, needing to feel him skin to skin.

It wasn’t just about sex; it was about feeling seen, wanted, and safe.

He picked me up easily, and I melted into the security of his arms. I felt lighter, almost euphoric.

Vel walked toward the bedroom, but we didn’t make it. He pressed me against the wall right by the door. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

He dropped to his knees, kissing down my stomach as he slid my pants off. Then my leg was over his shoulder, and his mouth was on me.

His tongue made slow circles around my clit, fingers teasing between my lips, making me wetter with every pass.

With my hands on his head and my eyes rolling back, I finally let go. Everything poured out of me. It felt like he was sucking all the negativity out of my system, leaving nothing but relaxation and peace.

Vel stood, sliding a condom onto his long, thick dick. Then I was lifted against the wall, and he was inside me. He looked into my eyes like he was memorizing this moment.

I let him.

He rushed to connect, but once inside, he slowed everything down. He took his time, sliding in and out, rolling my shirt up and my bra down to suck on my nipples, biting just a little. Just how I liked it.

“I’m about to come again,” I said, my head resting against his.