"Reciprocate this energy to me, you know I love you."
PUBLISHED..- December 18th, 2022.
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" I love your touch. I just cant control myself when you do." Jamel mumbled into her ear as he locked the door. Pressing himself on her.
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De's head cocked to the side as he was so close to her she could smell the don juilo
"I love your touch too , whats the difference?" De'arra asked. He shook his head at her response. There was no way he could tell her. She didn't get it , even in this instance , but who would?
He liked things that she probably couldnt even imagine yet.
"What did i tell you in the car earlier?" He answered. They were now leaned against the kitchen island. She shook her head , in a no motion.
"Im ready. Tell me." She pleaded looking up at him , now continuing to feel on him , touching him everywhere.
he smacked his lips and groaned. "No you're not. You intoxicated right now de , move before i fuck you up." He gritted , the pressure becoming worser.
He tried to stick to ki's advice and his own , giving her the innocence she deserved , until the trip. "I dont even want to touch—," she tried to spit out before he glared at her with his low and faded eyes.
She smacked her lips , now angry. She wanted to respect him. She didnt want to touch him , the question just kept wrecking through her mind.
She looked up at him in disappointment.
"You know i thought we was honest. You wont even let me go into one certain room? And since when do you get to tell me when im rea—," she started to say , but cut off from jamels loud and authoritative voice.
"You wanna know so fuckin' bad de'arra ?. Come on." His voice boomed and his eyes darkened , as he nodded his head , grabbing her hand roughly , and dragging her up stairs. The comment on her not being aloud in a room — or anyone else therefore waa pointed out and it angered him but sparked some ignition in his faded mind. She seemed interested.
The day they met and she was invited to his house , she was automatically told not to go in the room with an all black door, and if she tried to , it was locked so it didnt matter.
As he led her upstairs , she grew nervous but didnt want to stop him. She stopped infront of the all black door as the others were white.
"Stay here." He whispered to her as he walked away from her , going into his room and grabbing a key and a rubber band for his hair , tying it up in a low ponytail.
He held onto the key as he walked back to the door , ignoring de'arras presence and opening the door.
She stood there as she couldnt make out what she was seeing , the room was painted black and a deep redish-burgundy color. A large bed was put off to the side of the large room with black silk sheets , pillow cases and covers. It was colorful lights on the bottom of the bed and the headboard.
