Inexplicable

InexplicableRenee Williams Copyright © 2023 Renee WilliamsAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Cover design by: Monet Rose I dedicate this book to my father, Wolf. I love you. It doesn't take much for my heart to break every single time I think of you. I can see a picture of you and my heart hurts all over again. I miss you, and I hate you're no longer walking this earth with me. I also dedicated this book to a dear friend who recently died. We will never forget you. May you continue to draw in the heavens and watch over all of your family, friends, and students. Fly high! I love you. Renee Williams Prologue My eyes roamed Roman's body as he lifted the hem of the white t-shirt that he had thrown on this morning. His beautiful chocolate skin was free of blemishes and tattoos. He was gorgeous in every sense of the word as he quickly dropped his pajamas to the bathroom floor.I salivated, watching his tool flop to his thigh. He never wore boxers when we sat around the house. Through the years of our marriage, it meant easy access. It was nothing for me to drop his athletic shorts or joggers and vacuum his hard tool inside my mouth. Hell, it was always my pleasure because I was in love with my husband. Roman had my whole heart in his hand, and I trusted he would keep it safe.I licked my lips in anticipation of what was about to go down. Making love, having sex, or fucking was something me and Roman were well-versed in through the years. Sometimes, I wanted him to lay me down and treasure my body as he stroked inside me while looking into my eyes. In those times, we were making love. Other times, I wanted him to stroke me without reservation, and I didn't need all the loving eyes he gave me when we were making loving. I needed him to make sure I got mine, and that he got his. We were having sex in those minutes. Then, there were those times when I needed him to grip my hair, slam into my body relentlessly, and toss me around like a rag doll, smack my ass, and choke me. But today wasn't one of either of those moments.Today, we were having a quickie. Our three-month-old son was the biggest cock blogger I had ever met in my life. He was an adorable cock blocker, but still. It was like he had a sex radar. If he even thought I was about to get some dick, his Roman-looking behind would pop his little head up and start acting a whole fool. Therefore, we learned the meaning of quickie. As soon as our baby went down, a switch flipped, and we would screw each other's brains out before he could interrupt our flow. I couldn't even lie. We had some of our best sex in fifteen minutes. It meant both of us had to put in work to make it happen. Like now, my husband was ready to do his part, and I was here for it.Roman dropped straight to his knees."No, we don't have time for that. Stick it in," I whined, as if RJ was right in the room with us. We did not have time for oral sex. Yes, I loved getting my cat licked like the next woman, but sometimes, I wanted my husband to fill me up. If I had to choose, I would choose dick every time."Don't tell me what to do with my pussy," he growled between my legs.Ignoring him, I tried to close my legs. We did not have time for him to be down there trying to eat me out of house and home. Roman played with his food. He did not rush through loving me. He didn't care about the extra weight I had gained around my stomach, or the dark stretch marks I tried everything to rid my body of, but never worked. Obviously, it didn't turn him off either."No, we don't have time," I whispered as my sticky honey touched my thighs from my husband's sensual voice."Nah, we have time," he stated, lifting my leg over his shoulder and kissing the inside of my thighs. Roman blowing on my pussy almost had me cumming from that alone. Since RJ's birth, I had become more sensitive to my husband's touch. Crazy because I didn't even think that was even possible.Moaning from his breath alone, I decided not to fight him because my husband was going to do what he wanted. My eyes closed as he pressed his face into my wet sex. It had been a week since we had been intimate because our RJ didn't believe in sleep either.I grabbed the sink behind me for support as Roman tongue kissed my intimate lips. He swirled his tongue around my clit as I tried to hold in my moans. Sucking my clit into his mouth, I released an inaudible sigh, still mindful of our surroundings. It reminded me of all the times in high school when we snuck and had sex while my parents were asleep, and I had snuck him through my bedroom window. We had experience in suppressing our moans, sighs, and groans.His fingers worked the same magic as his tongue. In and out. In and out. They worked in tandem to break me. Shit, I loved when he used his tongue and fingers to get the job done.Roman and I had been together since middle school. We were each other's first for everything. I remembered when Roman first tried oral sex