The Crossfire | Revised | Sample

i | 26 | the m o u t h f u l

❝ THE MOUTHFUL ❞
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|| Sunday. . .

Mi roll over wid a big, satisfying stretch. When me done behave bad, me realize seh Favio nuh ina the bed. Checking the time, I see that it's ten o'clock. Gosh. Mi nuh usually sleep in dis late ino. . . but sum bout a cold room and such man hand wrap tightly round me, mek e feel like me sleep pon a cloud. Me really cudan get use to dis.

Too bad all good things must come to an end.

Sadly sighing, me hop outta the bed and decide fi go brush mi teeth and wul a fresh. By the time Favio fi come from the gym and wash off, I should be ready.

Roughly thirty minutes later, me ready and waiting when the door pop open and in comes a sweaty Favio.

"Morning," him greet, closing the door behind him.

Me give him waa bright smile. "Morning."

While him walk pass me to the bathroom, him tek note a how me dress. "Ready?"

Mi nod. "Yea, waiting on you."

Him tek him vibrating phone outta him pocket and look down pon it. "Ah," him seh, not looking up from the phone. "Give me a minute," him disappear ina the bathroom.

While him bathe, me lay dung back pon e bed and a idly switch from app to app pon me phone. During this, me reminisce pon how nice the past two days did be. It did feel like waa long overdue getaway - no nagging granny, no stress from school, no community violence. A did just these four walls and the dangerously hot man ina the next room weh know how fi thoroughly sex the life outta me.

Mi cudn ask fi a better few days. Mi vagina even jump when mi remember bout it. Geez, is like all that teasing and tempting build up to e nicest sex a mi life.

E kinda mek mi waa feel him between me thighs again. . . Mi nuh know when mi wuda get a next chance fi do it. Cause soon as wi leff yaso, a back to 'the same old shit just ina different toilet' like Trav would nicely put it.

Damn. The thought a Trav mek waa sudden rush a sadness tek ova me. Mi did so busy a enjoy life ina mi likkle bubble these past few days, me forget seh him still outta touch. Mi really miss him.

Mi leggo waa hefty huff. Jah know, me nuh ready fi go back to Steer Town.

Likkle bit afta me get lost ina mi thoughts, the bathroom door open and Favio step out. Mi crane mi neck and look pon him. Him have waa towel wrapped round him waist and waa smaller one a dry him wet hair. Skinny streams a water drop from his hair and run down him body, soaking into the towel around his waist.

"Why yaa look pon me like that?"

Exposed, me shyly drag me eye dem back up to his. "Mi cya admire yu?"

Him chuckle and while turning around him seh, "It's all yours."

Mi feel mi heart rate pick up likkle faster when him seh dat. There he goes again. . . absentmindedly saying the sweetest things weh have me a swoon and wonder where exactly we stand.

But mi wudn dare fill me mind wid those latter thoughts. Not when every move him move, the muscles ina him back flex. Not when me can still see the faint marks a mi nails weh craw up him back. Not when simply looking pon dis man well built, drool-worthy body have me a think bout all the nasty things me waa do to him.

"Favio," mi call out to him, hoping it sound sexy enough. "Come here."

Him stop wa him a do and stand at the bottom a the bed. Me crawl go over to him and kneel. I throw my arms around his neck and bring his body closer to mine. Pressing my lips against his, I smile into the kiss when his lips rhythmically move with mine.