Page 13 of Loving a Libra (BLP Signs of Love #7)

“We did it! I’m free!” I cheered, then high-fived Ginae and fell back onto the huge, cushy sectional I’d chosen for our living room.

“Listen! I didn’t think this plan would work, but my girl really bought a house, moved all her shit out, changed jobs, and dipped like a thief in the night. That’s some cold shit, sis.”

She sat on the sectional a few feet away.

“Do you think I should’ve done something more explosive?”

“No. When he finds out your new man is Tariq, he’ll definitely explode.”

“I’ve been thinking about that. He may not care as much as I thought, especially since he already has someone lined up to replace me.”

“Nah. His cocky ass gon’ flip when you and Tariq pop out together. If that nigga finds out you bought a house, ain’t no telling what he’ll do. Make sure he doesn’t find out your address.”

“Maurice ain’t that crazy, . . . at least he’s never given me that kinda crazy vibes.”

“That’s because you’ve never given him a reason to act crazy. You were his good girl. You’re beautiful, educated, employed, and prefer to be home more than outside. You trusted his word, for the most part, and didn’t ask a lot of questions.”

I nodded in agreement. “I guess that’s true.”

“When he finds this shit out, you may see a different side of him.”

Ginae gave me something to think about. Maurice and I had many arguments over the years, but he never became so upset that I was afraid of him. We talked for a while longer before she had to go home and pack for her next nursing assignment in Houston and would be gone for a month.

“If something goes down while I’m gone, which I know it will, you better call me right away. Don’t wait until I come back to drop all the bombs on me.”

“I will. I promise.”

I watched her until she drove away, then secured all the locks on the door before turning on the alarm. It was the first time I’d sleep in my new home alone, and I already missed Tariq.

When I got to our bedroom, I sighed. I still had several boxes to unpack and had been extremely exhausted for the past few days. However, I had two weeks before I started my new job, Tariq would be gone for a few days, and Ginae wouldn’t be back for a month. I had plenty of time to get organized.

A few hours later, I’d made a small dent in my unpacking.

My phone rang with a FaceTime call, and I was shocked to see Maurice’s face on my screen.

I’d forgotten to block him but planned to do so as soon as the call ended.

When the phone stopped ringing, I went through the steps to block his number, but before I could finish, he sent a text.

Maurice:

I tried to call you, but I guess you’re busy. Call me when you can. I love you.

I burst out laughing as I blocked his number. Maurice was a joke, and I couldn’t wait to get the last laugh.

“I missed you,” Tariq said, embracing me.

“I missed you more. It was lonely here without you.”

He released me and put just enough space between us to press his lips against mine. If his words didn’t convince me that he missed me, his kiss sure as hell did. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in his mouth.

“Damn. I missed your lips. I missed how your body feels in my arms. I missed your scent.”

After rubbing his hands up and down my frame and burying his nose in my neck for a moment, he released me. All I could do was smile because I could feel his love for me.

“Let me look at you,” he said, taking a step back.

“Tariq, you’re being silly. It’s only been a few days. I look the same.”

“Look at them titties sitting up pretty for me.” He squeezed them, and I tried not to frown because of how sore they were. “I can’t wait to suck on your nipples. Turn around.”

I shook my head at his forwardness but did as he asked. When my backside was facing him, he smacked my ass.

“Ohh shit. That ass is looking a lil fatter too. C’mere.”

He pulled me into his arms again, cupped my ass, and lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the sectional. When he sat down, I straddled him.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said between the kisses he placed on my chest and neck.

“I’ve made a lot of progress in the bedroom, but you’ll probably have to use one of the closets in another room.”

He chuckled. “I figured as much, but it’s cool.”

“I haven’t done much else besides miss you. How was the convention?”

“It was very informative. We had a creative marketing session, and I came up with some ideas I want to try.”

“How do you think it’ll be once Maurice finds out about us?”

He shrugged. “It’ll be bad, but I can separate our friendship from the business. It may be harder for him, though, because of how this went down. I don’t want you to worry about that shit, though.”

“It’s kinda hard not to, but?—”

My watch vibrated, alerting me that I had a call. I looked at my watch screen, then showed it to Tariq. It was a call from ERL .

“I’m sure it’s Maurice. I blocked his cell phone a few days ago,” I told him.

“Are you gon’ answer it?”

“No. I’ll block that number later. Do you think he knows I’m gone?”

“Probably not. He went straight to work when we landed.”

“Shit. He keeps calling. Let me get?—”

“Nah. Fuck that nigga. I ain’t seen you in three days, and I’ll be damned if he gets any more time or energy from either of us.”

He grabbed my wrists, removed my watch, turned it off, and tossed it to the side. He slipped his hands into the back of my shorts and squeezed my bare ass.

“It would’ve been nice had you greeted me at the door naked, but no panties will do.”

“And my pussy is already wet. No foreplay needed.”

“Fuck that, baby. Foreplay is my favorite part. We still got some rooms to christen. I guess this one is next. Take that shit off.”

He released me long enough for me to stand and rid myself the tank top and shorts I wore, while he just pushed his shorts and underwear down, exposing his hard dick. When I got ready to straddle him again, he stopped me.

“What are you doing?”

He slowly stroked his dick as he spoke. “Stay on your feet. I want that pussy on my face.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. He let his head fall back onto the back of the couch as I planted my feet on the couch on either side of him. My pussy hovered over his face as I put my hands on the wall. His tongue swiped over my lips, making my knees buckle.

Tariq’s hands palmed and squeezed my ass, smashing his face into my center. My pussy had never been eaten from this angle, and my God, was I in heaven. His tongue could reach every crack and crevice between my thighs, and if we had to stay in this position forever, I’d happily do so.

“Fuck, Riq! I’m cummin’!”

My juices rushed from my body fast and hard, and Tariq did his best to catch every ounce.

“Sit on it!”

My legs were weak, and I hadn’t caught my breath, but I followed his command. With each knee on either side of his body, I slowly sank onto his ten inches.

“Oh, my fuckin’ God! It shouldn’t be this good.”

He covered my mouth with his, and I savored my flavor on his tongue. He moved to my neck before his lips landed on my shoulder. When I felt his teeth sink into my skin, the mild pain caused my pussy to tighten.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“I see you like a little pain with your pleasure. I can’t wait to explore your boundaries.”

He sat back, grabbing my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing. My breasts had never in my life been as sensitive as they had been the past few days. I’d been going braless because it was much more comfortable. My pussy quaked around his dick, causing a sexy smirk to form.

“Baby, I’m cum?—”

“Nah, not yet.”

“Baby, I?—”

“Hold it!”

I wasn’t sure how I did it, but I held onto my nut for dear life.

“Please, Riq. I need to cum.”

“Not until I say.”

He held onto my waist and fucked the shit out of me. One would think I had some control because I was on top, but that was nowhere near the case. My breasts bounced up and down as he slammed my ass against his thighs.

“Please, baby. Can I?—”

“Let it go!”

My walls contracted while his dick pulsed, creating the most beautiful, erotic, intoxicating feeling I’d ever experienced.

I cried and screamed, and he groaned and grunted while our love juice collided.

I’d never been more grateful that I had nothing to do and nowhere to be. I was tapped the fuck out.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you.”

“Let’s get married.”

“Okay.”

He lifted his head from my shoulder, and I did the same from his. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I wasn’t sure what mine communicated to him, but I saw nothing but love in his.

“You answered too fast, Devyn. Don’t say shit you don’t mean. I wanted to marry you when you belonged to someone else. This ain’t a game to me.”

“I mean it. I love you, Tariq. I want to be your wife.”

“Is it because you’re pregnant?”

I gasped. “Huh?”

“Your pussy is always top notch, but this shit is other worldly. Your titties and ass are fuller, your clit is bulging from behind your lips, your nectar is wetter and sweeter, and your walls are tighter than a muthafucka. This pussy feels different than it did three days ago. When did you plan to tell me?”