Page 23 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Nine

SORAYA ‘YAYA’ CRAWFORD

It was after eight in the morning on a Saturday, and I was standing in the bathroom, in my robe, washing my face.

I’d just finished brushing my teeth. The boys were down in the basement, getting a workout in, and Law was still in bed, which was shocking because his ass liked to be up before the sun started shining.

It was rare that I would wake up before him, but here I was.

The plan had been to come in the bathroom, relieve my bladder, handle my hygiene at the sink, and then hop in the shower, but as I was standing here, with my phone hooked up to the mini Bluetooth speaker that I had on the counter, I started having flashbacks of the sex that we had last night, so now I wanted to wake his ass up, so that he could get in the shower with me, and we could have part two of what we did last night/ early this morning.

I finished with my skin routine, and my curly hair that was hanging loosely, I grabbed a brush, brushing it up into a ponytail, and I quickly came out of the robe.

I looked at myself in the mirror, staring at a body that was rid of any flaws.

I wasn’t insecure about anything on me, and it wasn’t because I was cocky, or thought that I was better than the next person; it’s because of the greatness that my body has done over the years, and I was appreciative of still looking damn good.

This body carried three babies, and here I was, carrying two more.

These small, full breasts that I had, nursed three babies as well.

Three surgeries because all my children had been delivered via C- section.

My eyes dropped low, going for the faint line that stretched across my lower belly, that was proof of the way I was cut open to deliver my babies. It was never something I was insecure about. I’ll show that scar off in a second, having pride in the beautiful babies that I created.

After looking at my body for a few seconds more, I walked out of the bathroom. I was naked as I stepped into our bedroom, finding Law in that same position in the bed. He was on his side of the bed, lying down on his back. One hand was behind his head, while the other hand was inside of his briefs.

He was knocked out cold, snoring too. Our room left evidence of the good sex that we had last night.

The towel was still in the middle of the bed from the wet spot that I left, due to squirting the amount of times that I did for him.

There was an empty white box on his nightstand that at one point held chocolate covered strawberries.

The chocolate had been used last night to paint almost every inch of my body, and because Law loved sweets the way he did, he licked off every inch of it.

Proof of the empty water bottles were still on the dresser because after the hour-long sex, we both worked up a sweat, so he had to go downstairs in the middle of the night, bringing us up something to quench our thirst. My black thong was still at the foot of the bed, and Lord knows where my pajamas were that I’d worn to bed last night before he stripped me of it.

Standing right here, looking down at this man as he slept, I couldn’t even blame them hoes for trying to fuck my man down to the ground the way that they did.

Not even trying to sound ignorant, but when I see Gina in passing, and that bitch does everything in her power to get a reaction out of me, I can’t fault her because this man was fine, and I knew what the dick was hitting on.

His body was ripped to the point that you could see the hardness, as if he was made of stone.

So many things were turning me on right now.

I don’t know if it was the hard ridges of his abs, or the way my eyes dropped low, and the deep cut of his v, that led me to look at his briefs.

That dick was right there, hanging on his firm thigh.

My eyes went back up, staring at the tattoos on his chest, and stomach.

Also, the one you could see on his hand that was hanging out of his briefs.

His do- rag was on, protecting his waves.

Yesterday, him, and the boys went to get haircuts, so his beard looked thick, full, and it was perfectly connected.

God, that chocolate skin on him looked so good that I swear I wanted to eat him.

I stepped closer to the bed, lifting my knee, putting it on the edge of the bed, and I gently shook him. Although Law would snore, he was never in a deep sleep, which is why I’m surprised I was even able to get out of bed, and handle my business in the bathroom without him waking up.

The second I shook him, his eyes popped open, and they looked up at me. For a second, he looked confused, but his eyes eventually settled, focused on me, and he gave me a smile.

“I’m about to get in the shower,” was all I had to say. He knew where I was going with that.

I wanted to get fucked, and he knew it. That’s why he didn’t waste any time pulling his hand out of his briefs, and he stood up. It’s like the sound of my voice, mixed with it being morning time, caused that dick to brick up because it was rising in his briefs.

“Where the boys?” he asked, following me into the bathroom.

“In the basement, working out,” I assured him.

We made it to the bathroom, and he went right for the toilet, pulling the lid, along with the seat up.

He handled his business there, and he went over to the sink, so that he could wash his hands, and since he already had the water running, he went ahead and brushed his teeth, along with gargling with Listerine.

While he was doing that, I went ahead and started the shower.

I picked up the small, portable speaker, bringing it inside of the shower with me because it was waterproof.

It didn’t take Law long to join me in the shower, and once he did, he closed the shower glass door behind him, and this scene felt like something straight out of an erotic movie because once he was in, the song changed to Beyoncé , singing one of my favorite songs by her which was speechless, and it just made this moment so much nastier, and sensual.

“Waking me up out of my sleep, with pussy, and titties in my face, followed by you telling me to come get in the shower with you was sexy, and everything, but next time just put the pussy right in my mouth. Give it to me like, ‘here nigga, here go breakfast’. I love crazy shit like that. You know that too,” was the first thing he said to me once he was in.

He pulled me to him by my arm, making me stand right in front of him. My breast was pushed up against him, and there was so much spark between us right now that it was making me dizzy.

I couldn’t even talk, so I just wrapped my arms around his neck. I jumped up, so that he could hold me. His large hands held onto my ass, and he walked right up under the shower head, letting the water beat down on us both.

“Where you been baby?” Beyoncé’s voice instantly started crooning.

It wasn’t words that I wanted to say to him, so I just came closer to him, parted my lips a little bit, and I got right to it.

Our kissing was nasty. The dick hadn’t even entered inside of me yet, but as we were making love to each other with our mouths, I was already moaning like that dick was inside me and was hitting up against my spot.

My eyes were closed, really turned on in this moment, treating this as if there was a whole camera crew standing at the shower door, recording this intimate moment that I was having with my man.

During the kiss, Law lifted me up just a little bit, and on the way down, my pussy contacted with that dick. It slipped inside me, and I moaned out loud, leaving me no choice but to break the kiss.

“You got me…. speechless,” the music was still going, and that part of the song came at the most perfect time.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I cried out to the heavens when that dick entered in me, and he did it all in one motion because once it was in, he started bouncing me in his arms.

I was holding onto him for dear life because Law was much taller, so the way he had me up, it felt like I was really high off the ground, and I didn’t want his ass to drop me.

My mouth was open wide, and he was right there, kissing at my lips, slamming me up, and down on that dick, hitting spots that only he could.

“This pussy don’t ever have a bad day. I been getting the same pussy from you for well over twenty years, and this motha fucka still grip the same. Let me take you through something this morning,” his voice was low, and deep.

He backed us up, making it where my back was up against the wall, so that he could hold me there, and he squatted just a little bit, and he proceeding to dumping hard, early in the morning dick in me, that had me taking a hand from around his neck, only so that I could put it on his chest, trying to back away from the thrill a little bit.

“You should be used to this feel, Soraya. This not new dick inside you. Put your hand back around my neck,” he demanded.

“Goddddddd…... it’s bigggggg,” I cried out.

Straight up ignoring the motions that he was taking me through, he took one hand off my ass for a second, only for him to take my hand off his chest, and put it back around his neck, and he went in, hitting up against my spot, and I screamed out so loud, letting him know that I was cumming, and if I wasn’t so sexually tuned in to him the way that I was, I swear I would have been embarrassed by the fluids that were leaking out of me, and onto his dick. I squirted hard, and it was long.

“Shit, boy!” I panted, as he lowered me down to the floor.

“Turn around. I need that shit from the back,” he wasn’t even giving me a minute to get myself together.