Sweet Addiction

11

Lexi's POV:

When I wake up, I'm really sweaty, even with the fan on high and the window opened a little. Amari and I are piled up under blankets and cuddled so close that I'm not surprised we're both a little bit sweaty.

"Good morning," Amari whispers in my ear, making me startle a bit because he usually doesn't wake up before me. "It's almost ten... I must have worn you out, huh?"

I scoff and push the blankets off of us, throwing my leg over his waist and sliding onto my lover. "Don't give yourself so much credit," I say, kissing his lips before I lean back to admire his beauty. "I was just tired."

"Hmm... I don't believe that for a second," Amari says, reaching behind me and grabbing my ass.

I roll my eyes. "You're so full of yourself."

"You could be full of me if you're up for it."

"Tempting, but I want to go get pancakes at the cafe on Vine," I say, because sex is my favorite thing, but I want to make Amari wait a little bit.

He's become something of a sex addict, and making him wait only makes the sex better, so I'm really only benefiting myself in this scenario. However, I know it'll feel good for Amari so he shouldn't be too salty.

"Alright, get up," Amari says, because he's perfect.

I get out of bed and go to our walk in closet (my clothes take up 85% of the space) and begin to go through what I want to wear.

"Amari..." I whine after a few minutes of staring at my clothes.

He hugs me from behind, knowing that trying to choose an outfit is really overwhelming for me. "Well, it's going to be warm today, so we can stay on this side of the closet," he starts, and I feel myself relax a bit because that's so much less to choose from. "We're going to the cafe so how about some of those new leggings you got and a crop top or tank top?"

I grab a pair of black leggings that hand low enough on my waste that they reveal my belly button and lower stomach. I think my lower stomach is cute, so I don't mind showing it off, and I'm so grateful to have my amazing soulmate currently looking through my clothes to help me choose something instead of getting himself ready.

"How about this one?" Amari asks, holding a peach colored crop top with a embroidered daisy over the left breast area. "It'd go with your white vans."

See what I mean?

Amari is so damn perfect. He's more of an angel than a demon.

"Yeah, I think you're right," I say, taking the shirt from him and stealing a sweet kiss before I run back to the bedroom to get dressed and fold up my pajamas.

We have a dresser in our bedroom for pajamas, socks, underwear, and the bottom drawer is reserved for sex toys. Once I've finished up dressing myself, I put my pajamas in the second drawer and grab a pair of short socks that will go with my vans.

Amari joins me in the bathroom when I'm fixing my hair with a little bit of gel so it isn't as fluffy, even though Amari insists that he likes when my hair is fluffy.

He puts on cologne and makes sure his hair isn't frizzy using a special, super expensive gel for his hair that is specifically made for black men's hair. Amari smells so good with the combination of his hair gel and cologne, so I pause my activities to shove my nose to the front of his shirt and take in his delicious scent.

"Sugar, could you pause smelling me so I can finish my hair?" Amari asks me, laughing as he does so.

I pull away, though I'm reluctant to do so. "You smell so good," I state, returning to my own hair and putting a little mascara on to make my eyes pop. "Better than anyone I've ever smelled."