Chapter Twelve
Naz
I wake up alone to sunshine, fresh linen, and Takira’s scent all over me.
That woman will be end of me. I’m not an asshole. I’m considerate to the women I sleep with, sure. But to defer sex altogether and only ensure their pleasure?
Defeats the purpose.
But her pleasure was my only purpose last night.
Glancing over to the empty spot where she should be, I drag my hands over my face. She probably thinks I have some kind of daddy-little girl thing because I basically tucked her in and put her to bed after oral.
“You did everything but read her a bedtime story.”
I’ve never felt that way. I just wanted to take care of her—for her to feel like she was my priority. Because she was.
My dick strains against my briefs, giving me an angry what about us poke.
“You’ll get yours when you get it,” I mutter, my hand drifting down and into my underwear. I could take the edge off now, but do I really want jizz all in Takira’s sheets when she comes back to bed?
Where is she?
A faint sound from the bathroom draws my attention. Is she okay? The door is ajar, so I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to make sure she’s not seasick or having any discomfort from the food last night.
“Kira?” I ask, pushing the door open a little wider and poking my head in.
“Seriously?!” she hollers from the toilet, her expression one of horror. “I’m peeing in here.”
I should back out…or I could have a little fun. I lean into the doorjamb and cross my arms across my chest. “I was so far up your pussy last night I tasted your heartbeat, but you’re self-conscious about me seeing you pee?”
“It’s not the…” She closes her eyes and draws in a deep breath. The scarf she tied over her braids last night is askew, and it’s the only scrap of material on her whole body. She collapses her long legs at the knees, I guess so I don’t see what I’ve already seen and tasted. She grips the sides of the toilet, and her breasts hang freely.
“One tit is bigger than the other,” she says, cocking one brow. “But I’m sure you know that by now with all the staring.”
“From what I remember last night, I love them equally.”
“You actually didn’t bother much with my breasts.”
“True. I was too preoccupied with your pussy.”
“You are really, really,” she says, closing her eyes briefly and biting her lip, “good at eating me out. I’ve only ever had oral that good with a woman. Men don’t usually take that kind of time, from my experience.”
I stiffen. I don’t like her comparing me to anyone else. No one would, right? I’m not weirdly possessive or territorial. Nah, not me.
“What?” she asks, brows drawn together. “You have a problem with the girl thing?”
“That you’re bisexual? No, as long as you’re only me-sexual now.”
“You mean for the next two weeks,” she clarifies with a small smile.
“If you say so,” I scoff because good luck walking away from this thing between us in two weeks. I cover the small distance from the door to the toilet.
“Naz, you cannot be in here while I’m on the toilet!”
“I promise if it was number two, I wouldn’t be.”
“Ewwww.” She turns her head to the side, closing her eyes. “This just gets worse.”