by Blue Saffire
We are silent, both lost in our thoughts, while he gives me four quick braids. When he’s done, he bends to kiss the back of my neck. Toby then stands, stepping over me on the floor so he can help me up.
Toby pulls me into a kiss, delivering hunger and passion all at once. Lifting me into his arms, he wraps my legs around his waist, my belly nudging him between us. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my hands in his hair. He nips my chin, then licks the sting away, all while carrying us into the en suite.
Once in the bathroom, he places me on my feet. I see he is about to speak forth his command, but I have other ideas. I reach to cover his lips, with my fingertip.
“Let me,” I whisper, igniting the flames in his eyes.
I begin with the buttons on his button-down shirt. When I’ve released them all, slowly, teasingly, I push the fabric from his shoulders. The sound of the fabric rustling to the floor is the only thing that is heard in the bathroom, as the air is charged with anticipation.
I reach for his belt next, releasing it and pulling it from its loops. I hand it to Toby, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He shakes his head at me smiling.
“Not while you’re pregnant,” he chuckles.
I pout, but I don’t argue. I’ll need my hands for what I intend to do anyway. Toby tosses the belt aside. I free him of his shorts and push them down his thighs.
Toby is always in the habit of taking off his shoes and socks, when he walks into the house. His feet are already bare. He kicks his shorts aside, out of my way.
“Come take a load off your feet, my prince,” I say with a seductive smile.
I walk Toby into the shower. I slip out of my lingerie, letting it fall to my feet. Opening the door of the shower, I push him inside. I continue to push him back, until he sits on the built-in shower bench. He lifts a brow at me, but I just smile. I reach to start the water, before bending to place my hands on his knees. I lower to my knees in front of him.
“Baby, this is going to be uncomfortable for you,” Toby frowns.
“Then I will have to work quickly,” I shrug, wrapping my hands around his already thick, warm, throbbing erection.
I stroke him a few times, keeping my eyes on his. He reaches to stroke my face, lovingly. I bite my lip, lowering my eyes to my target. I wet my lips and lean forward.
I lick right through his slit, needing to taste him. I moan when his salty, sweet taste hits my tongue. I hum, using my tongue to spread moisture around the crown.
Toby hisses between his teeth, his hips start to rock up off the bench. His hand goes to grab the ends of my braids like a handle. I’m so turns on by how turned on he is.
“Make it nasty, Mara,” he groans. “Wet and nasty and I’ll be quick.”
I know exactly what he’s asking for. I work my mouth letting the moisture gather. Looking up through my lashes, I part my lips and let the drool spill over.
Toby growls at the sight. I make more saliva in my mouth and spit it onto his thick length. I shift a little as the tiles bite into my knees.
Toby’s eyes fill with concern, he opens his mouth, but I cut his words off, as I dip my head and take him in my mouth. I’m going to make this quick and nasty just like he asked.
I bob, lick, and suck him like it’s the last chance I’ll ever have. Toby’s head falls back and a long groan spills from his mouth. I moan in delight, rolling my head so that my mouth rotates on him as I suck.
“Fuck,” he hisses out. “Suck that shit, Baby. Fuck, that’s so good.”
I’m not the greatest at deep throating. Especially not since being pregnant. I know my limitations, so I cup what doesn’t fit in my mouth in my hands. I work my hands up and down, as I lock my tongue around him, squeezing as I bob.
“Fuck, I love when you do that shit, it’s fucking insane,” Toby groans.
I smile around him. I learned that trick by accident. It’s not something Toby has taught me. I’m proud of myself for pleasing him without his tutelage.
It doesn’t take much more for me to get him right where I want him. “Cumming,” he says breathlessly.
I ease off just enough to feel him spray my mouth with his hot seed, before I swallow it all. Toby leans forward to scoop me up and pull me into his lap. He throws his head back, his chest heaving.
I watch his face, pleased with myself. Toby’s right hand rubs my backside lazily. When he catches his breath, he speaks without opening his eyes.
“You up for a ride, or you want me to just eat your pussy,” he asks, but I feel him growing beneath me already.
“Come on, Toby,” I chuckle. “You know I want the ride and I want you to eat for me.”
His eyes open and he looks at me, a smile tugging his lips. “That’s my girl,” he winks. “I want to taste us together.”
With his words, he lifts my hips, sliding me down on his waiting length. We both know I’m already nice and slick. I’m sure I just left a nice puddle on his lap. I slide down onto him with ease.
“Oh,” I moan out, loud and long.
I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this. If only this moment could solve all of my problems. Toby palms my throat, tugging my head back, his lips pressing to my ear.
“Whatever comes, we’ll be ready. Where you go, I go,” he says in my ear. “Let it all go. None of that matter in this moment. It’s just me, you, and our babies,” his free hand palms my stomach.
“I love you,” I cry out.
“And I, you, Baby. More than you’ll ever know,” he groans in my ear, thrusting up into me. “Argh, you feel so good.”
“Toby.”
“You’re cumming. I can feel it,” he says, almost in awe.
“Too fast, not ready,” I pant.
“Ah, Christ, let go. I’ll give you another,” he says with such promise, I don’t hesitate to turn my face into his neck and explode.
“That’s my girl. Cum all over me. I can’t wait to taste you,” he groans.
My heart’s pounding in my ears. I squeeze my thighs shut, as I continue to bounce on his lap with his help. Toby runs his hands up the center of my back, causing me to lean forward slightly. The angle changes just right.
I bite down on my tongue and my eyes cross. The shower has steamed up, but I don’t think either of us cares. I reach my palms out, placing them on the glass.
“Ah, shit,” Toby groans. He palms my butt cheeks, kneading them. He slaps one cheek. “Stop being shy, Kamara. Take it,” he growls at me.
I sit back up, pressing my back to his front. I reach for his face, looking in to his eyes. I throw my left leg over his, and begin to roll my hips.
“Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck me like you mean it. Show me you know it’s yours.”
I’m so wet, you can hear it over the shower fall. I feel the sweat dewing on my lips. I’m going over. There is no way I’m not.
I start to clench around him, causing him to grasp my hips, stilling me, as he pumps up into me. I feel him getting ready to explode inside me. I close my legs again, trying to contain the massive explosion that is about to happen inside me.
Useless, my efforts are useless. Toby has done just what I needed him to do. My lids grow heavy and I slump back against him, as we cum together.
“I don’t think I can move,” I murmur, once I can speak.
“You don’t have to,” he chuckles. “but I’m getting my taste, Princess.”
My face heats, I cover it and shake my head. Somehow, we will figure this out. Maybe Toby is right. I will think about telling my father.
chapter Twenty
Rightful Kingdom
Toby
I look over at Kamara sleeping peacefully and feel the most content I’ve felt in months. I release a sigh of relief. We’ve come a long way and still have a ways to go.
I look at her belly and ache to feel my babies move for the first time. Kamara has been feeling the flutters, but I’ve yet to experience the moment when this becomes real.
Come
hell or high water, I’ll be at that sonogram when she finds out what we are having. That is important to me. I won’t lose out on that.
My phone rings, bringing me back to the present. I reach for it, so it doesn’t wake Kamara, she’s become such a light sleeper lately. I look at the screen and groan. It’s Brax, he either wants something crazy or he needs someone to cover him at work.
I promised Kamara I’d spend time with her. I noticed she mentioned lunch with her father, but I still plan to make good on my word for as long as I can. I swing my legs out of bed, already set on telling Brax, no.
Whatever he wants the answer is, no. I make my way into the bathroom, answering the phone, while going to relieve myself. I roll my eyes, as Brax’s music fills the line.
“What,” I grumble. It’s much too early for this shit.
“Why is everyone so grumpy this morning? Wyatt’s ass won’t even answer. You guys need to get better at this morning shit,” Brax calls into the phone.
“Fuck you and your morning,” I retort.
“At least I know you still love me. Speaking of loving me, I need a favor,” he gets to the point.
“No,” I snort.
“Oh, come on, I haven’t even asked yet,” he huffs.
“Question, would Cassy Black approve of whatever you’re going to ask me?”
“Fuck,” Brax mutters, bringing a smile to my lips.
“You see, no,” I flush and move to wash my hands.
“You be on some bullshit, you know that,” Braxton grumbles. “I’m there for you whenever you need.”
“Dude, you didn’t even call me first,” I scoff.
“Yeah, cause your ass is always the first to say, no,” hiswords sting more than he knows.
With Kamara pregnant, I’ve fallen into old habits. I’ve been ducking my brothers and begging off invites left and right. My mother is going to kill me if I keep missing Sunday breakfast.
I sigh. “I have plans this morning,” I reply, not having a valid comeback.
“Good because what I need is for tonight. Honestly, I don’t even need you. I just need your place,” Braxton comes back, I can hear the triumphant smile in his voice.
“Whatever, just don’t break any of my shit and don’t do anything crazy. If the cops show up at my place,” I growl.
“Bro, relax. It’s not that serious. Thanks,” he ends the call, before I can give any further warning.
I shake my head at my phone. That kid is crazy. I don’t want to know what he’s up to. Good thing I plan to be here tonight anyway.
I dry my hands and head into the bedroom for a pair of sweats. Once I pull them on, I start for the kitchen to start some breakfast. It’s the least I can do.
Along with the worry in Kamara’s eyes last night, I could see the exhaustion. I don’t think all this stress is good for her or the babies. I need to figure out a way to make all the shit go away.
I’m lost in thought, as I make my way to the kitchen. I’m half way there, when the hair on my arms and the back of my neck begins to stand. I still don’t fully register the warning, until I’m right on top of it.
“Holy shit,” I rumble at the sight before me.
I say it louder than I mean to, causing a rustle to come from the bedroom. Next thing I know, Kamara comes running from the bedroom, with my gun haphazardly hanging from her fingertips. Her eyes are wild and unfocused.
I reach out an arm, across her body to stop her from propelling forward, bringing her to an abrupt stop beside me. I pluck my gun from her fingertips, dropping my hand to my side, as I train my attention back on our guests.
“Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing here,” Kamara gasps, wrapping her arms around mine, still draped across her body.
“I want to explain something for you. One day, when these children are born and they grow older, you will learn that as a parent, it is your job to know everything. When you are queen, you will also know that to keep your kingdom safe, you will always know everything.
“Dunce to the world, but wise in what matters. I’ve never been a fool. This is why I’ve lived so long. Share what is needed, show what is fair, and protect what is yours by any means,” Elijah Naidoo replies calmly.
“I can explain,” Kamara begins.
“No, I will explain,” I cut her off.
“Ahem, young Toby. I have waited for this time. I’ve been wanting to talk with you. I want to know if you realize what you have taken responsibility for?” Kamara’s father questions, settling back against my couch, as if he owns the place.
I straighten my back, standing to my full height. I refrain from bouncing the gun in my hand against my thigh. The fact that there are people in my house, uninvited, still leaving a sour taste in my mouth.
The king and his wife are sitting comfortably on my couch, while four men stand in each corner of the room. My jaw clenches, I should’ve seen this coming. I slide my hand around to Kamara’s back, pulling her into my side.
She is only covered in one of my t-shirts. The one I put on her last night, before climbing in bed, beside her and passing out. Kamara clings to my waist immediately.
“I come from a long line of warriors,” King Elijah begins, as he looks pointedly at my gun at my side. “It is not what I wanted for Ogeima, I’ve avoided teaching her those ways, much to her mother’s disapproval.
“I believe once you train a warrior, you call the battle to them. Their fight attracts the heat and passion of the sword. My wife believes if you are destined to battle, it will find you either way.
“As King, I say I’m right,” King Elijah looks to his wife lovingly. Humor shines through for the briefest moment. “As a husband that wants to keep his bed warm, I will admit, I maybe just a little wrong. Just a little.”
His eyes turn back to me and Kamara. “What my children fail to understand, I have allowed them to feel freedom, but I have always had a loyal warrior watching over them at all times. Whether that warrior has known their position or not,” he rises a brow at me.
“My mistake with Ogeima, I saw the way the two of you looked at each other the first time you met. At the time, I thought your feelings would benefit me and my daughter. You would protect her, as a result of this infatuation.
“Overtime, I saw other opportunity present itself. You see, Toby, Afafa has no kingdom without Ogeima. She is the rightful heir. When my father found out my wife was expecting, twins he split his kingdom in two.”
Kamara’s knees buckle beside me. King Elijah stands with concern in his eyes, but I already have her lifted into my arms. I move to a chair, sitting with her in my lap. I reach for the afghan throw, Kamara’s mother pulls from the couch.
I place it over Kamara’s lap and begin to rub her back. “Are you okay?” I ask, while searching her face.
“Yes,” she whispers. She then turns to her father. “So, we are finally getting to the real truth.”
“A queen is not a queen in our culture, unless she has a king. I saw no point in concerning you with this matter, until I had a resolution to our first problem,” King Elijah looks between the two of us.
I start to get an unsettling feeling in my stomach, but I remain quiet. Listening for answers on how I can keep my family safe. Kamara stiffens in my lap, causing me to look at her stricken face.
“You can’t mean,” she gasps.
“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Your grandfather never agreed to the marriage between you and Afafa. Not willingly, Afafa poisoned your grandfather and forced him to sign the agreement.
“It is thought the poison altered his mind before killing him. He handed over both you and your birthright, before his death. Politics still play a part in all of this. I could not challenge Afafa outright.
“A split in the kingdom has never happened before. Afafa made it look like a gift to him and not your grandfather’s gift to you,” King Elijah stops to look at me.
“My people will need time to accept you. It is why I did not try to push you together myself.
You are a white man. It will be easy for our people to turn their backs on the throne for this.
“However, if we expose Afafa for the monster he is, which, to many, will not be hard. I am hoping my people will see you as the lesser of two evils. It is also my hope that they will follow Kwäzē.
“He is a people’s favorite. He has become the face of the family. The Naidoo warriors have been his protectors, when he goes to our homeland.
“It is my hope that he will lead the people to accept his sister and brother-in-law. My father did not intend for this division amongst our people. Afafa saw an opportunity and pounced.
“I did not get the time I needed to establish my rule, before Afafa’s plotting took root, the people are wary of me. In their eyes, I have abandoned them. You and your brother can restore our nation, move our people forward,” Elijah has such passion in his words, I am moved for his plight.
That is, until Kamara speaks and brings the reality of his words to the heart. “You want Toby to be King?” her voice comes out sounding just as confused as I feel.
My heart sinks into my stomach. I can feel the sweat on the back of my neck. I think the room is going to spin at any minute.
“You have already made that choice,” Kamara’s mother speaks up for the first time. Her eyes dropping to Kamara’s swollen belly.
“This is how we claim our kingdom back. Just as you cannot be queen without a king. Afafa’s hold on the throne is loose at best. His followers grow wary of his lack of queen, not just any queen. They were promised Ogeima,” Kamara’s father adds.
“This is the reason for his latest play,” I say through tight lips.
“Ahem, I believe in causing my enemy to over play his hand. I may have allowed this news to get back to the right ears. He looks to either draw her out or to disgrace her and be done with his weakness.
“Toby, once your identity is revealed, I’m sure he will have more confidence. By then, we will have throttled his plan. No Ogeima, no kingdom. His followers will begin to hang him out to dry,” the smile on the king’s face makes me scared to ever fuck with him.