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The juke joint is set to open in a few hours.
Folks will be pouring in by the dozen.
And Smoke can’t keep his eyes off Annie.
The cigarette hangs from his mouth as he leans back, watching her fry the catfish for tonight. She’s the best cook he knows. She’ll feed the people right.
Annie flashes her teeth and laughs with the others preparing for the party. Always a sweet woman, as strong as she is.
His eyes scan her body, checking out her ass in the black dress she selected for tonight. Lust is a sin, and he’s been full of it since going home to her.
He closes his eyes, recalling what happened earlier. She renewed his mojo bag, putting so much care and love into protecting him with something he doesn’t believe in.
The supernatural isn’t real. He has faith in power.
Mostly, though, he has faith in Annie.
Annie and her capable hands.
Those capable hands that grabbed him by the dick, traveled up his abdomen and chest, and clutched his throat as she whispered into his ear that she licked.
Your body didn’t forget me.
A shiver runs down his spine when he reopens his eyes.
Being inside her again had him feeling closer to God than he’s ever been.
Of course, his body hasn’t forgotten her.
He’s willing to wager that her body hasn’t forgotten him.
He glances around the room. Those helping her cook have taken a small break. Annie’s all alone. All his. He crushes the cigarette out underneath his foot and approaches her from behind, getting as close as he can for her to feel his erection poking against her ass.
“Now you go on and get before you’re popped with grease,” she murmurs. “We’ve all got something to do.”
Smoke glides a hand down her body until he reaches her core. He can feel how warm she is through the fabric of her dress. He gives her a gentle squeeze, and he swallows her moan with a kiss when she looks over her shoulder at him. His tongue darts into her mouth, licking the insides, tasting her natural flavor mixed with the sweet herbs of a tea she drank earlier. He can feel her pussy throbbing against his palm and he grins against her mouth.
“Your body ain’t forget me,” he whispers, licking into her mouth again, drinking in her moans once more. His other hand cups her breast, kneading it in his hand. Her nipple is turning erect.
“Elijah,” she manages breathlessly, trapped in his arms. “The catfish…”
“Fuck the catfish.”
Through the corner of his eye, he sees Stack by the door, laughing.
“We been in here too long, y’all. Go on outside and Sammie will sing a lil song for us.”
The door soon closes.
That’s when Annie transfers the catfish over, moves the pot of grease elsewhere, and turns around, kissing her former lover fervently. Smoke pulls the neckline of her dress down, freeing her breasts. He dips his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it while massaging the other with his free hand. Annie caresses the back of his head. He’s never felt more at home.
“Can’t ever get enough, can you?”
His response is the hiking of her dress as he falls to his knees, kissing her all the way down, especially on her stomach which carried their child for nine beautiful months. Their relationship shifted after losing their baby girl.
But love remained.
Always.
He wants her to know it.
He wants her to feel it.
He pulls her underwear just enough to expose what he needs. He presses his mouth to her mound, giving it tender kisses before he whispers to her folds,
“I love you, Annie.”
His tongue delves in after lapping at her lips, stroking her warm insides and cupping her ass, anchoring himself to be able to go as deep as possible. His nose brushes against that sensitive button purposely, wanting her to grind against it as he devours the only woman for him.
She keens his name.
She cries sweet praises.
She rewards him with arousal dripping into his mouth, quenching his thirst but not his hunger.
It’s as though every lick and suck is meant to ease the grief he knows still exists despite her certainty their little one is waiting for them on the other side, as though every lick and suck is an apology for leaving her and being gone for so long, as though every lick and suck is his reassurance that he’ll never be leaving her again.
And he knows that she believes him when she convulses around his tongue, her pussy contracting against his mouth and her thighs quiver around his head. She’s desperately squeezing his shoulders, encouraging him to come up. Their lips press together in an instant, feeding Annie her flavor.
Smoke separates briefly to wipe her tears with his thumbs.
“Your body ain’t only remember me,” he whispers, giving her a smile that’s so rarely seen by others. “It missed me, too.”