Page 62 of Love Sanctioned

“Bet.” I maneuvered her body closer to the edge and lowered my head. She was already wet for me.

“You’re wet as fuck, mama.”

I pushed my face further between her legs, hunger instantly filling my being. I licked at her swollen nub slowly and methodical, sure to make sure she felt me. Then I nibbled, zeroing in on it several times as her hands found my head.

“Psy,” she moaned, egging me to keep going. My face was buried between her legs until I had her cumming so hard the shaking of her legs created my own personal earthquakes on both sides of my head. When I finally came up for air, I could’ve sworn I had a contact high from the way her essence surrounded me. Everything about this woman did something to me.

She was out of breath when I stood up fully, looking her over. She was so beautiful sitting there, a thin layer of sweat covering her supple skin.

I leaned down and picked her up, pulling her body into the water with me.

“Psy!” she shrieked, wrapping her legs around my waist, not daring to push back.

I didn’t give her the chance to say anything else, trapping her between the pool wall and my body. I mashed my lips into hers, claiming her tongue as mine.

I filled her seconds later, thrusting into her as deep as I could. As deep as I was owed.

Her nails were buried in my back and I dove into her in the most slow and meticulous rhythm, torturing us both because I was home, nothing would ever take me away from this again. This moment was more than physical. I was making love to my wife in front of the Pitons in the middle of Saint Lucia.

“Psy, I feel you,” she moaned before she bit into my neck.

“Good, now tell me how much you love me again,” I demanded, never missing a thrust.

“I love you unconditionally. You and⁠—"

I hit her so deep, she had to pause. Her mouth was wide open, begging for me to cease it again.

“Me and what?” I asked, pressing my lips against her jawline, feeling her body begin to quake. She was about to cum again.

“You and only you,” she nearly screamed, pushing her face into my neck as her body gave in.

She came so hard she bit me again, her body rocking roughly against mine, creating waves in the pool as I met her every time, pushing her tender body higher and higher until she was cumming once again. I came hard as fuck inside of her. Had she not already been pregnant, she would have been tonight.

FIFTEEN

Karsyn

Married. Put a finger down if you fell in love with a hood nigga who made things happen with god speed. Put another finger down if you married that nigga even after he stormed your wedding to another man and told you to bring your ass. Put another finger down if he told you that he was gonna kill your father and you didn’t blink. Instead you told him that you loved him unconditionally and would stand beside him…

Yeah babes, you’re gone. Too far gone for a conversation or any sense to be talked into you. No more fingers needed to be put down.

“Syn, Grams said come see her later. Said she made you a cake.”

I grinned immediately because I knew what cake she made. We talked about it before the wedding. She made the best lemon poundcake. I’d had it one night at Psy’s house and ever since then it was a serious craving.

“Yo, look at you getting happy as fuck over a fucking cake.”

“Damn right. Call Junior, breakfast is done.”

I plated his and Junior’s food before going to my own. I made eggs, waffles, chicken sausage, and bacon.

“Ay, Junior, come eat.” Posydiann called out, then took a seat at the end of the island.

“I gotta handle some things today. I won’t be out too long.”

“Me too. Can you drop me off at my truck? I need to get to my condo and get my laptop, then to my mother’s house to get my dog. I’ll probably go to the studio tomorrow.”

“Speaking of, when do you think we can start getting that together?”