Artis

Without warning, I picked her up bridal style, my arms cradling her lithe body. She gasped in surprise but didn't protest, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom, the same room where we had shared so many nights of passion and love."Let's get some rest," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

I laid her down on the bed, the softness of the mattress cushioning her fall. She looked up at me, her eyes a mix of anger, hurt, and hope. "I don't know if I can," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"You don't have to do anything," I said gently. "Just rest." i removed the robe from her body, I pulled the blankets over her, my hands lingering on the softness of her skin. "I'm not leaving your side."

We lay there, side by side, the space between us feeling like a chasm. I could feel the warmth of her body, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She looked at me, and I saw a glimmer of the love we had lost. I kissed her softly and pulled her closer to me, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. She didn't fight it; she just let me hold her as if she were a scared child needing comfort from a nightmare.

Her eyes searched mine, looking for something, anything that could make this right. I knew I couldn't give her what she wanted at that moment, but I also knew I wouldn't let her go without a fight. "I love you, Nova," I whispered into her ear, my voice hoarse with emotion. Thank you for staying, baby."

Nova

The weight in my bladder woke me up. My eyes fluttered open, I was wrapped so tight in arms that they felt like steel bars. I hadn't realized how much I missed the warmth and safety of Artis' embrace. I carefully unwound his arms from around my waist and whispered, "Artis, I need to pee, baby."

He groaned, his eyes still closed, and his grip loosened slightly. I took the opportunity to slide out of bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom. The cold tiles sent a shiver down my spine as I padded across the floor. When I returned to the bedroom, Artis was still asleep, sprawled out like a giant on the California king-sized bed.

He looked so peaceful. The glow of my phone on the nightstand caught my eye—4:44 a.m. A shiver ran through me. The time was eerily significant; it was my grandmother's favorite time to say a prayer for us. Was she watching over us now? I picked up the phone, my thumb hovering over the screen to check for any messages.

There was a text from Sha'Main. "Checking on you beautiful." I ignored it, sliding the phone back onto the nightstand. It wasn't the time or place for that kind of drama. Instead, I focused on the man before me. The urge to straddle him was strong, to feel him fill me up and make everything right again. But I knew that wasn't the answer. Artis needed rest, and I needed to figure out how to navigate this minefield of emotions. So, I lay back down beside him, my hand resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, then slowly danced my fingers over his washboard abs. He's been hitting the gym. "damn," I whispered.

The room was bathed in a soft glow from the street lights outside. I watched him sleep for a while, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His hand found mine, and he entwined our fingers. It was a simple gesture but felt like a lifeline thrown to me in a sea of uncertainty.

With a gentle touch, I rubbed his abs, tracing the contours of his muscles, with my fingers until my hand reached the waistband of his boxers. I could feel his arousal growing and a warmth spread through me. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under my lips. The scent of his cologne mingled with the faint musk of his skin, a combination that had always driven me wild.

His eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile ghosted his lips as he looked down at me. "What you doin' girl?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. I didn't answer, instead letting my hand dip lower, grazing the tip of his dick. he groaned and rocked his hips gently. He was already hard for me, and my own desire began to unfurl like a flower in spring.

I pulled his boxers down, my eyes taking in the sight of him, as beautiful as ever. I took him in my hand, stroking him softly, watching as his eyes closed and his head fell back into the pillows. "Nova," he breathed, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "What are you doing?"

"You said you missed me," I whispered, moving down his body, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. "Let me show you how much I missed you." I kissed along the line of his pelvis, feeling the heat of his skin, and took his dick in my mouth. His gasp was music to my ears as I began to suck him deep, my tongue swirling around the head. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I worked him, my other hand cupping his balls, gently massaging them.

Artis's hips bucked, his moans growing louder with every pass of my tongue. I could feel the tension building in him, the way his thighs tightened around my head. But I didn't stop, didn't let up, Artis had other plans. "Nah baby, come here," he whispered.

With a gentle tug, he had me on all fours on the bed, my ass in the air and my face buried in the pillow. The sheets' coolness against my skin starkly contrasted with the heat building within me. He moved behind me, his hand caressing my ass cheek before sliding down to part my thighs. I felt his breath against my folds, warm and tantalizing.

He began to kiss my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit before delving deeper, exploring my folds with an intensity that made me moan into the pillow. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as he licked and sucked, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, my body responding to his touch in ways I had almost forgotten. He gripped my hips, rocking me back and forth, forcing his long ass tongue into my entrance.

"Artis," I moaned, my voice muffled by the pillow. His name was a prayer on my lips, a plea for more. He didn't disappoint, his tongue finding a rhythm that had me rocking my hips in response, my own desires building into something uncontrollable. My legs began to shake, and I knew I was close. "Give it to me," he said as he snaked his tongue, swirling my clit to my asshole. Back and forth, moaning like he genuinely missed me. With a final, hard suck, I came, my body convulsing with pleasure. He lapped my juices softly, suctioning my clit until I came down from my high. He gently positioned me on my side.

Artis crawled up behind me, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled my leg over his hip, aligning his hardness with my entrance. As we faced the mirror before us. He looked into my eyes through the reflection, searching for permission. I nodded, unable to form words, and he pushed inside of me with a slow, deliberate stroke.

The feeling of him filling me was like coming home after a long journey. His dick was thick and long, hitting all the right spots. He began to move, his rhythm slow and steady, his gaze never leaving mine. "Baby, I missed this wet fucking pussy" he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned in response, arching my back to meet his thrusts.

We moved together in the quiet of the night, our bodies speaking a language that needed no words. The tension of the day melted away with every stroke, every kiss. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me as if trying to relearn the contours of my skin. The sound of our skin slapping filled the room, a primal music that seemed to sync with the beating of our hearts.

Our eyes met in the mirror, and I watched as the love and lust swirled together in the depths of his gaze. The sight was almost too much to handle, and I felt myself getting lost in it. My breath came in ragged gasps as he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent. His hand reached around to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against my hardened nipple.

I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building once again. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered, my voice needy.

Artis groaned, his own release imminent. He reached for my hand, entwining our fingers as we moved in unison. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breathing harsh and desperate. The tension grew, tightening like a coil ready to spring. "shiit. This dick bouta come," He whimpered.