“Yes—yes!”
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Their bodies stung, and Xavier gritted his teeth.
“Damn it, you and this sexy ass pussy….”
“I’m gonna!”
He came behind her, releasing her neck and grabbing her nipples, pinching them, lifting her slightly, biting into her nape.
“Oooooh.”
They moaned together, twitching, contracting, coming. Xavier caressed her body, touching every place he’d held clutched between his fingers.
“Oh… Pharoah.”
“Dahlia…” His peppered kisses down her form, pulled out of Corinne, and turned her around. “I want you all the time.”
She nodded and reached for his shoulders, drawing him close as he lay more kisses on her collarbone, neck, and lips.
“I never want you to stay away for long periods again. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
Their lips sank into each other’s, small moans stretching through the room.
Ten
Xavier
He held her the entire flight back from Atlanta. Their experience at The Den gave new meaning to their sex life and unintentionally fixed an issue between them.
Without needing to say much about their declaration at The Den, Corinne and Xavier understood that being together consistently, physically, and mentally would improve their marriage. The things they could do and the growth they could have equally in every aspect of their lives would improve with fewer misunderstandings.
Xavier watched her sleep, cuddled next to him on the jet as a basketball game played on the TV.
A cell phone rang, and when he glanced to the left, he saw his cell lighting up on a table stand. Reaching, he grabbed the phone and glanced at the screen, a smile stretching across his face as he answered Hunter’s call.
“This is Xavier.”
“Brother, have you made it back to Chicago?”
“Hello to you too, brother. I’m doing just fine. So’s Corinne. What did you have for breakfast today?”
Hunter chuckled. “You got me. You know I care about all of that, right?”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Tell me about The Den. Is it what you made it out to be?”
“And more.”
The line became quiet then Hunter spoke again. “Details.”
“You know there’s this confidential agreement they make you sign.”
“Okay, what about it?”
“It means I can’t tell you anything, brother. But I love you, still.”
“Xavier, don’t bullshit me.”
Click.
Xavier tossed his phone to the side and laughed, turning back to drop his lips on Corinne’s forehead. He picked up the remote and flipped through the channels while the phone behind him buzzed.