Page 15 of Before I Should Leave

I didn’t wake up to the sun, my alarm, or the flight notification I forgot to set. I woke up to Diesel. I woke up to slow, warm breaths between my thighs, a thick tongue dragging across my clit like he owned it, and to moans coming from my mouth before my brain even caught up.

He was under the covers with his handsome ass buried. His hands were holding my hips like he wasn’t going anywhere like breakfast was already served, and I was on the plate.

My body hummed with the memory of last night, and was already climbing again under his mouth. “Diesel…”

I gasped, eyes fluttering open.

He didn’t answer with words. He answered in tongue. With pressure and slow, deep strokes that made my hips roll toward his face. He groaned low, the vibration sending shockwaves through my clit.

I grabbed the sheets. One hand slid into his braids, tugging gently. His grip tightened. He licked me like he had time and he wanted to taste every inch. Then sucked hard just once right over the bundle of nerves that had me crying out, twisting, breathless.

“Right there,”

I whispered. He did it again. Then again.

“Shit... Diesel.”

He came up for air, lips glistening.

“Good mornin', beautiful.”

I laughed, shaky and winded.

“You’re insane.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh.

“Nah. I’m hungry.”

I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back gently with one palm on my stomach.

“I ain’t finished.”

“I thought you. . .”

He smirked.

“That was just my warm-up.”

Then he slid two fingers deep inside me, curling just right. My back arched and his mouth was on me again—licking, sucking, rubbing that spot inside with every stroke of his fingers.

“Diesel, fuuuckkk. . .”

“Yeah,”

he growled against my clit.

“Give me that shit. Let it go.”

I came fast and messy, legs shaking, voice breaking. He climbed up the bed, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and slid it on in one smooth motion.

“Turn over for me.”

I did. Breathless. Legs still trembling. He kissed my back. My shoulder. Bit my earlobe. Then slid in from behind. It was deep, slow, and thick. My moans echoed off the walls.

“Oh, my god. . .”

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back into him with each slow thrust.

“Damn, you feel too good,”

he muttered.

“Wet as fuck.”

“You did that,”

I gasped, bracing against the headboard as his rhythm picked up.

He grunted.

“I’ma do more.”

He pulled me up to my knees, back pressed to his chest. One hand on my throat. The other rubbing my clit.

“Play wit’ that pussy for me,”

he whispered.

“I wanna feel you lose it on this dick.”

I reached down, rubbing tight circles as he fucked me deep from behind, his breath hot in my ear.

“You ain’t gon’ forget this shit.”

“Uh-uh...”

“Say it,”

Diesel commanded, sucking on my neck.

“I won’t forget you.”

He slammed into me harder, deeper, groaning, owning every part of me. I came again, damn near blacking out, body clenching so hard around him he cursed and grabbed my hips to stay steady. And then he flipped me and laid me back. Hooked one leg over his shoulder and went slow again.

Deep.

Smooth.

Eyes locked on mine.

Sweat dripping.

My nails dragging down his back.

He kissed me this time. Soft. Long. Moaning into my mouth as he whispered.

“Keep lookin’ at me, beautiful.”

I did.

Through the pleasure.

Through the stretch.

Through the burn.

Until he started to lose it.

His strokes got sloppy. His moans deeper.

“Fuck, Emani.”

I whispered.

“Cum with me.”

And we did. Bodies crashing. Hands tangled. Mouths finding each other mid-breath. The kind of orgasm that didn’t feel like a release. It felt like relief. He collapsed next to me, chest rising, muscles twitching, breath ragged. I turned into him, leg thrown over his, face tucked into his neck.

Diesel’s arm wrapped around me without even thinking. Natural. Easy. We didn’t speak for a minute. Just breathed. Sweaty. Sticky. Glowing. Finally, he kissed my hair.

“That was…”

I exhaled.

“Don’t even got the words.”

He chuckled, chest vibrating under my cheek.

“You good?”

I nodded.

“Yeah. Better than good.”

He kissed my shoulder.

“I meant what I said last night.”

“About?”

“Wantin’ to hold you while you slept.”

My smile pressed into his skin. “You did.”

“I still want to.”

And just as I was about to drift again, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. We both groaned. I reached for it blindly. He mumbled.

“Tell ‘em we busy.”

I laughed, breathless and sore, and flipped the screen.

Delta Airlines: Your flight departs at 6:45AM. Begin check-in now.

I stared at it, then turned to him. He blinked at me as I sighed.

“I should leave.”

He pulled me closer, arm across my waist.

“Gimme ten more minutes.”