𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆

His Personal Diary: 4

Target On My Chest- Brent Faiyaz

Banging on Ephesia's door, Luca began to call her name. It had been a week since his blow up. She had been ignoring all of his calls and messages. He knew he had messed up but all he wanted to do was talk.

"Ephesia open the damn door!"
He began to get frustrated.

"And that's your damn problem, you don't know how to talk to people. Big rude ass."
She snatched the door open.

Luca towered over her, taking in her appearance. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, out of her face. An over sized Nirvana tee concealed her frame. And she had on her glasses, he loved it when she wore her glasses.

She waved her hand in his face.
"Hello?"
A smile grew on his face making Ephesia roll her eyes and turn to walk away.

"I missed you."
He said honestly as he followed her into her room. The usual books sprawled out every where on her bed indicated that she had been studying. Her music was cut down with only a few candles burning.

Ephesia ignored him and sat down to continue her studies. Messiah began to undress from his outside clothes and placed them into her clothes hamper. He slid on a pair of basketball shorts. Ephesia reluctantly made space for him on her bed and he sat down.

"I said I missed you."
She glanced in his direction, she looked over his tattooed body, spotting her name on his chest.

"I heard you."
He frowned.

"Ephesia come here, look at me. Please."
He moved her books to the night stand and pulled her into his lap.

"Boy get off of me."
She turned her nose up. His arms snaked up her back then around her waist.

"I'm sorry baby."
His hand lifted up her shirt and traced circles on her hip.

"I shouldn't have went off like that, let alone grab you like that. I'm sorry. "

She stayed silent. Luca pulled her into his chest, her head against his chest making her listen to his heart-beat.

"I'm so sorry, just forgive me."
And he was really sorry. He meant every word, he didn't want to lose her, couldn't lose her.

" And you went off for no reason, Christopher is a coworker! He wanted to help me with my advertising plan. You never let me talk, you never listen to me."
A tear rolled down her face, but she quickly wiped it but more cascaded down her face.

"No, don't cry baby. I'm sorry E."
He tilted her head up and wiped her eyes. Looking her in her eyes he placed his lips in hers.

Allowing herself to melt into the kiss she kissed him back. Her hands found their way to his hair, and tugged at his cornrows. That was his spot, he moaned into her mouth. His hands gripped her ass and eased her shirt over her head.

He took his time to admire her body.
His lips latched onto her neck, placing marks of passion everywhere he could— leading down  her breasts.

"Luca—"
Ephesia dragged out as her hands led into his boxers and began to massage his piece, she felt it begin to grow in her hands.

He flipped them over so that he was now on top. He traveled his way down to her core.
"What do you want me to do?"
He teased her with his words and his fingers traced over her entrance. She shivered under his touch.

"I-"
She was cut off by him blowing across her clit.

"Shit. I want you to eat."
And on command his thumb ran across her clit then he placed two fingers at her entrance before easing them in. His tongue connected with her bud and her eyes rolled back.