His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR



I finally check my phone after the shot. It was hectic to say the least. Zuri’s text reads; I wish I was there too. Come home soon. I have something planned for us. *wink face*

That is definitely something worth looking forward to after a tiresome day. I’m just glad the shoot is officially over. Now I can freely tour the city of love with my love.

Getting in a cab now. I reply.

A few minutes later, we slow to a stop in front of our hotel. Today’s weather was agreeable, less rainy. With it only being minutes after six, dusk is keeling over rapidly.

“Zuri I’m home.” I announce, stepping into our suite which is abnormally quiet.

“Zuri?” I call again, now heading to the kitchen. On the kitchen counter, a note sits next to a covered plate of food.

Mange çe et rencontrer moi dans la chamber. Eat this and meet me in the bedroom.
Yes, I’ve been brushing up on my French. I know it still lacks some je ne sais quoi but you get it.
Love, Z

I chuckle, of course she has.

I quickly inhale the French lasagna because what is chewing when your hot girlfriend wants you to meet her in the bedroom.

I scamper to the bedroom and what I walk into isn’t what I’d anticipated. Soft music plays in the tenebrous room. “Baby?” I walk past the lit scented candles.

“Coming.” She yells from the bathroom.

The bathroom door opens and she struts into the room dressed in my white oversized shirt which she’s unbuttoned the first two buttons. She looks smoking hot. I take a steadying breath “What you got in there?”

With our eyes in contact, she strides to where I’m standing and pushes me onto the arm chair. Once I’m sitting legs open, she takes a few steps back and starts dancing leisurely. I might have just walked into a striptease. Not that I’m complaining.

Zuri undoes the shirt buttons one by one, our gazes still in contact. She shimmies her hips side by side; moving closer to me again. Her prowess in dancing proves to be nothing but impressive. I never knew she could do that.

By the time she gets to where I’m sitting, the shirt is off and the only piece of clothing on her is a black lingerie. I inhale deeply at the sophisticated sight in front of me. My dick is straining my pants, trying to find a way out.

She lifts her high heeled leg to my hip. Her pussy is practically in my face now which is a good thing because I want to dive in already. I lean in but her hand halts my head. “Patience love. It is a virtue after all.” Patience is the last thing in my mind right now but still I obey because I would lay anything and everything down for this woman.

Zuri arches down such that her breasts envelope my face. “Oh baby” I whisper. “Like what you see?” Her hand cradles my dick.

I spread my legs open wider to allow her space “Very” I breathe. I inhale sharply when she blandly strokes my shaft.

“You okay?” she asks wearily.

“Yes just keep doing that.” My eyes are firmly shut and this time there’s no memories or flashes. I just see Zuri. My Zuri.

“Do me a favor?”

“Anything baby.”

She stops her ministrations, pulling away “No touching until I say so.” What? She back tracks to the middle of the room, slowly unstrapping her lingerie.