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I Belong To You
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4:42pm
TWO WEEKS LATER | JUNE 30th
Baffle Point, TX

"I feel like my titties are about to fall off." Aijah whined as she looked at herself in the mirror. Mari stared at her out of the corner of her eye before starting to laugh quietly, trying not to move around too much so the makeup artist could do her job.

"You gone live." Mari waved her best friend off. Aijah's nerves had been getting to her all morning and she wasn't even the one getting married.

"I don't understand how you're not scared. We gone be in front of allem' folks—"

"And their attention isn't even gonna be on us, AJ. Calm your lil' ass down." Mari scolded her through the mirror.

Aijah rolled her lips around before plopping down on the round duvet in the middle of the dressing room, being careful not to wrinkle her brown dress. Mayah and Zion's wedding had came too quick for her liking. It seemed like just yesterday they were trying on their dresses and discussing color themes — and now here they are.

For the most part, the wedding planning went smooth for Mayah and Zion — as in Zion let Mayah do what she wanted and he'd agree to just about anything. He trusted her judgement and with her being a perfectionist, he knew there wouldn't be a chair out of place at their wedding.

Since it was still Summer, they chose to have an outdoor wedding. Mayah chose the secondary color for her wedding to be different shades of brown color, figuring the brown would look pretty against all the outdoor greenery.

The bridesmaids all had floor-length dresses with varying shades of brown and different styles. Mayah's sister, Andrea or Drea, wore a backless, tan dress with the straps wrapping around her neck and ruffled at the waist. Tasia wore a light-brown, one-shoulder dress that wrapped around her mid-section and had a slit trailing up her thigh. Aijah wore a thin-strapped maxi dress that resembled Jessica Rabbit's. But it was criss-crossed in the back and the fabric at the waist was pulled back, giving the illusion of dramatic curves. Mari, who has also the maid of honor, also had a dress with a slit, sitting at the curve of her thigh that you couldn't really notice until she walked. Her strapless, chocolate brown dress matched her eyes, with a corset adorning her front and fabric draping over the chest area.

The four bridesmaids wore heels that matched the color of their dress. The boys wore all black suits, the only brown on them was the handkerchief in their breast pocket, the same color as the girl they were paired with.

Aijah was paired with Rell, Tasia with Duck, Eli with Drea, and conveniently, Mari was paired with Samiron who was the best man.

"Is everyone good in here?" Nasir walked into the room with Mayah's mother, Annalise, behind him.

"You should've knocked. Like what if we were getting dressed? Fucking perv." Aijah rolled her eyes only to be swatted with a hairbrush by Nas.

"Y'all got dressed hours ago. I been known." He mumbled, putting the brush back on the counter where he found it.

"We're good." Tasia spoke from in front of the mirror as she helped one of the seamstresses adjust Cee's dress.

"Granddad! This dress is making me hot." Cee whined, pouting in the mirror. The flower girl's dress was all white with mesh arms, tulle that fell to the floor giving her a small train, and a big, pale brown bow that tied in the back.

"You'll be okay, princess. You look beautiful." Nas smiled at her from across the room.

"I know I wook beautiful but it doesn't change the fact that it's still hot."

"Lord." Andrea mumbled from in front of the mirror as she attempted to hold in her laugh.

"Cee, I promise you can change into the other dress after the ceremony. Just hold out, baby girl." Annalise spoke, her Trinidadian accent bleeding through her words.

"Fine." Cee pouted. She rolled her eyes and leaned her head back a little, letting the lady fix the neck of the dress while Tasia pulled the fabric in the correct direction.

"I wanna see the bride already." Nas spoke to no one in particular. Mayah was given a separate room inside of the women's dressing room to get ready in since her process was far more complicated.

"Shoot, me too! She been in that room forever. Someone go make sure she hasn't passed out or something." Mari spoke as the makeup artist finished up her face.

"If I was in a room with that damn hairstylist I would pass out too. Annoying ass." Aijah mumbled from the duvet. Mayah's hairstylist, who was also Drea's best friend, was the type of stylist who got annoyed when people distracted her while she worked.

She specialized in weddings, so you'd think she was used to it by now, but she wasn't. She also never hesitated to tell someone to get out of her space. Weddings were one of the most important days of a woman's life and she'd be damned if she let one of her clients look a mess on their special day. Aijah could appreciate that, but the girl was still annoying.

"Oop, here she comes." Her attention turned towards the door of the private dressing room that had opened.

The makeup artist stepped out first, followed by the hairstylist and then Mayah. Everyone erupted into coos and words of admiration as their eyes and phone cameras settled on Mayah who looked like she could be the next Disney princess.

Two straps of white tulle that acted as sleeves wrapped around her biceps loosely and continued to the base of the dress's low neckline, giving everyone some subtle cleavage. Floral appliqué with Swarovski crystals covered the entire bodice, which sculpted her torso like a second skin, and trickled down the dress. The bodice of the dress was loose enough for Mayah's growing baby bump to sit comfortably. The layers of fabric flared out at the waist and continued down to the long train dragging behind her.

"Jesus." Annalise's voice cracked as she fanned her teary eyes.

"Ma stop or I'm gonna cry. Again." Mayah chuckled but you could tell by the slight hoarseness in her voice that she'd already been crying.

Cee moved out of the seamstress's hold and ran to her mother in her bare feet, being careful not to step on the fabric pooling at the bottom of the wedding dress. "You look so pretty mommy! I mean, you always look pretty, but now you look extra extra pretty. I love your dress. You look like a fairy." Cee rambled on while her mother crouched down and listened to her with a smile.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You look beautiful too." Cee smiled, leaning forward to kiss her mother's cheek.

Ever since Zion told Mayah about Cee's confession, she'd took it upon herself to talk to her daughter. No matter how much Aijah or Zion reassured her, she still felt like shit for even letting her daughter's thinking even get to that.

They had a sit down talk with their daughter that ended with tears on both ends. Cee felt embarrassed for admitting her feelings to her parents, but she was ultimately relieved by their reassurance. As the oldest, it was easy for her thought process to get to that point. It was sad for both of her parents to think about how long she'd been bottling up her feelings — walking around thinking the two people that cared for her most in the world, didn't care about her at all. But Zion and Mayah made a promise amongst themselves to make sure none of their kids ever felt neglected again.

"Thanks mommy." Jaycee smiled shyly.

Mayah stood up from her crouching position and tried to hold in her tears as she went around the room to her closest people and absorbed their words of encouragement. Deep down she always knew she was going to marry Zion, but now that it was actually happening, it felt surreal.

"Bèl, you need to stop crying or you're going to ruin your makeup." Annalise gave her daughter a teary-eyed smile as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Mayah's natural hair combined with her tape ins were loosely curled and parted to the side, out of her face. Her white veil, matching the tulle of her dress, framed the top of her head, continuing down to the floor with matching embroidered crystals detailing the hem.

"I'm trying. It's the baby I promise." Mayah chuckled nervously. She'd never been so anxious in her life and her hormones weren't doing her any favors. Today, of all days.

"You're going to be good." Nas stood behind Annalise and smiled at his daughter-in-law, helping ease her nerves a little.

The wedding planner barged into the brightly lit dressing room with her clipboard tucked between her forearm. "Ladies. The men are all set, we need to get you all out of here." Katelyn Herl was a young caucasian women that had planned weddings and events for all types of celebrities. She was a bossy woman, but she knew what she was doing so everyone tolerated it. "Father-in-law, we're still walking our bride down the aisle, correct?"

"Yes ma'am." Nasir nodded, looking over at Katelyn. Mayah glanced up at him and smiled. He'd insisted on walking her down the aisle since her father couldn't be here on her special day and he quote, considered her a daughter ever since the day Zy came back from school and said some girl with glasses too big for her face cussed him out in front of the class.

At Katelyn's usher, the bridesmaids made their way out of the dressing room and into the hallway that led to the outside of the venue where the ceremony was taking place. Rell, Duck, Eli, and Samiron were all lined up. Samiron with a mug on his face because he'd been standing too long for his liking; Rell laughing unreasonably because he was already high; Duck smiling because he couldn't wait to see Tasia; and Eli with a stoic expression because he was paired up with Drea who he couldn't stand.

Heels clicked against the marble floors as the girls lined up next to their partners. Mari mentally spoke words of encouragement to herself as she went and stood next to Samiron who was already facing forward, unlike the other boys. As soon as she stood next to him, the smell of his cologne hit her in the face.

Samiron turned his body towards her, catching her eyes. He shamelessly surveyed her, and as usual, she looked perfect. But that was no surprise to him. Her face was covered with just enough makeup to emphasize her features, not to cover them up, her black middle-part frontal was curled in loose beach waves, falling down her back, and her corset dress hugged her in all the right spots. She couldn't look bad if she tried.

Mari watched Samiron's eyes eat up every curve and detail before he turned and faced forward again. Just as Mari was about to assume he was going to play the non-speaking game, he spoke.

"You look so beautiful."

She smiled. "Thank you. You look nice too." Mir's suit emphasized the body he'd worked on in the penitentiary. Black has always been his color. But an all-black suit? He almost looked too fine.

Mir ignored the fact that Mari was staring, and instead focused his attention on the frosted glass double doors they were lined up in front of. Soft music began flowing through the door and any conversation—or bickering—between the bridesmaids and groomsmen stopped.

Katelyn stood to the side of the group, peering through the window with her glasses sitting low on her nose. She gave waved her hand, signaling. Just like they'd rehearsed, they all walked out on cue. The outdoor space was occupied by about 200 people—too many for Samiron's liking. He tried his hardest to keep his expression as neutral as possible with Mari walking so close next to him. White flowers broke up all the greenery they were surrounded by, even the bushes were trimmed to perfection. The scene itself looked like something out of a movie. But that's whats to be expected when you give your wedding planner a million dollar budget.

After the bridesmaids and groomsmen stood in their designated spots, Cee walked down the aisle in her little white dress. People cooed and took pictures and she ate up the attention with a sweet smile on her face as she tossed daisies down the marble aisle. Zion watched his daughter with a smile of his own, masking his nervousness. He subtly wiped the palms of his hands on his pants before fixing his attention on the double door. The anticipation of seeing Mayah added to his nerves. They were used to displaying their love, but now they had to do it in front of hundreds of people and he prayed he didn't slip up.

Finally, Mayah appeared with Nas on her arm and Zy felt his heart drop to his stomach. He wiggled his nose a little, doing anything to keep his tears at bay. Mayah looked heavenly and even though the dress was beautiful, he couldn't wait to see it on the floor of their suite later.

Mayah held her lover's eyes as she continued down the aisle. She was aware that almost 200 pairs of eyes were on her, but her focus remained glued to Zion. No one else existed. Just him. Reaching the end of the aisle, she turned towards Nas and let him plant a kiss on top of her head before walking to his seat.

Once Mayah's hands locked with Zion's she couldn't help the goofy grin that creeped up on her face. Zy had to suppress a chuckle himself at how playful she was. The officiants words might as well have been white noise because Mayah and Zion focused on no one but themselves. She squeezed his hand, singling it was his turn to say his vows, and he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Mayah, I'm standing here because there isn't any other woman in the world I would rather marry. It sounds cheesy, but you complete me. It's as simple as that. I think I loved you before I even knew I loved you. I've been in love with you since I was seventeen. At the time, I ain't wanna admit it to myself because I've never been in love before. I was hesitant to even be vulnerable with you, but it was too late. You had so much power over me and you ain't even know it. But the longer I spent with you, the more I realized I'd rather be with you than away from you. You deal with me like no one else can, you know me better than I know myself, every dark hole I felt myself about to fall down, you were there, putting me back together. I'm nothing without you, and I don't care if that makes me a weaker man—it took our time apart for me to realize that. You gave me our kids, you gave me purpose again, and I thank god everyday that he let us find our way back to each other because there's no one else more for me than you are. You've been owning a piece of my heart since the first day I laid eyes on you. I promise I'm going to love you, take care of you, and cherish you like no one else will. I belong to you, Kamayah."

Mayah couldn't hold in her tears by the end of his vows. A few sniffles from the front row of the crowd could be heard from the stage, but she was too hooked on the man in front of her to even hear them. Zion couldn't help himself and reached his thumb out to her face, catching a tear before it trailed down her cheek.

"Kamayh?" The officiate spoke after a few seconds. Mayah sniffed lowly, wanting to get her voice together to avoid sounding like the emotional wreck she was.

"What can I say to you that we haven't already shown or said to each other? It's hard to even believe we'd get to this point, given where we started off, but nothing has ever felt so right. You came into my life at just the right time. I needed someone like you and I didn't even know it. Nothing about us has been easy, but it's right. It's crazy to think that at a point in time, I couldn't even imagine raising a family and growing old with someone—and now I can't imagine doing that with anyone but you. We were made for each other and there's no convincing me otherwise. You filled voids in my heart and completed parts of my life that I didn't even know were missing. I always tell you this but it's because I mean it; I genuinely have no idea what I would do without you. I can't imagine not waking up next to you, I can't imagine walking downstairs and not finding you making our kids die laughing, I can't imagine not having you to rant to about everything. I'm so blessed to have been the woman to have grown up with you; watched you go from the immature boy who got on my nerves every time I walked into Geometry, to the love of my life and the best father to our kids I could've ever asked for. I love you, Zion, in this life and the next one."

Zion smiled at her, tears sitting at the edge of his waterline. The officiant continued with the formalities before motioning for the ring barer. Sani, dressed in an all-black suit, hopped up from his seat next to his on the first row, next to his grandad. Mari and Samiron both smiled at their little boy. He took his job seriously, which is why Zion and Mayah chose him instead of Sy who couldn't even pretend to care about the rings during the rehearsal.

After handing the rings off, Sani walked off the platform, but not before throwing a wink at his mom that all the bridesmaids and groomsmen caught while trying to muffle their laughs.

The officiant guided Zion and Mayah through the vows, asking them to repeat after him as they slipped the rings on each other's fingers. They only took their eyes off of each other's to slide the rings on.

"...I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Davís. You may now kiss the bride."

"Finally, shit." Zion mumbled before grabbing Mayah's face with both hand, cutting off her laugh with a hard kiss. Applause and cheers erupted around the venue as Zion snaked an arm around Mayah's waist and pressed his lips to hers.

"Alright now, leave the rest for later. We got kids here, man." Nas called, causing the newlyweds to laugh against each other's lips.

* * *

"It was awkward huh?"

Mari rolled her eyes at Aijah before looking away and shoving a forkful of vanilla cake into her mouth. "No." She spoke through a full mouth.

"Girl. Lie to someone else." AJ waved her off, taking a sip of her champagne. She was trying to get her best friend to admit to the weirdness between her and her baby daddy. She figured it wasn't ideal for her to stand alongside Samiron for the ceremony and the pictures while they weren't even on the best of terms right now.

"We didn't even talk about anything deep for it to be awkward. It's all surface level. We barely spoke, to be real. Only when we had to." Mari spoke dismissively, glancing around the sparkling, nude-toned venue. Everything from the crystal lights hanging from the ceiling to the brown feather centerpieces on each table were done to a T. Katelyn threw down — as she should when her clients gave her a budget as big as they did.

"I hope it stays cordial between y'all. It's easier to kick it with everyone when y'all aren't avoiding eye contact and trying to pretend like y'all don't exist."

"I don't know about cordial. We're on good terms and then bad the next." Mari shrugged with her lip curled. Samiron hadn't even been out of jail for that long and he'd already caused her life to do a full 180.

Aijah shook her head, "Imagine being toxic and y'all not even together."

"I wouldn't call it toxic."

"Well what would you call it? Cause it definitely ain't healthy." Aijah looked over at her best friend with her eyebrows pinched together.

"Difficult?"

"Messy."

"Complicated."

"Disastrous."

Mari turned and pinned AJ with a look that told her she was working her last nerve. "Don't piss me off."

She couldn't help but laugh as she threw her hand up in mock-innocence. "I'm just saying, that's how it looks from the outside."

"It's not disastrous. It's just too much back and forth for me." Mari shook her head. She didn't want to be the baby momma that got into it with her baby daddy every time they saw each other. But it was pretty obvious that Mari and Samiron didn't, and probably never would, have a typical co-parenting relationship because one parent wasn't mentally or emotionally ready to move on from the other, while the other had already moved all the way on.

Mari had closed the door on their relationship but Samiron was still on the other side.

"It's Samiron. What you expect? For it to be easy?" Aijah looked at Mari like she'd grown another head, "it took how long for this man to admit to loving you? You think it's gonna be easy for him to admit to not? And on top of that, he got out of jail not too long ago. How fast do you think he moves, Mari?"

"Fast."

Both girls cussed under their breath and jumped in their seats, Aijah spilling some of her champagne on the table cloth while Mari clutched her chest. Turning around, they found Samiron standing behind them with a blank but amused expression on his face.

He kept his eyes glued to Mari's while speaking to Aijah, "Rell's asking for you."

"Wher-"

"Champagne tower."

Aijah got up, giving her best friend a yikes, good luck!face, before making her way through the crowds of people and music with her dress bunched up in one hand and her almost-empty glass of champagne in the other.

Samiron settled into Aijah's seat, sitting to the side to face Mari. She instinctively did the same, crossing her legs as she waited for him to say something first. "You okay?"

"Mhm. You?" She tilted her head slightly, chewing on her bottom lip—Samiron caught on to the nervous tick.

"I'm cool. I was just wondering how you were feeling, y'know. Considering the convo I just overheard."

"How am I feeling about what?"

"Come on now, ma." He made a sound in between a scoff and a chuckle.

"AJ's just curious about what's going on, that's it. She doesn't know whether we're on good terms or not."

"Are we?" Mir arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know, you tell me. You had an attitude when I called you the other day to tell you the truth about what you heard and after that you acted weird every time I saw you. Barely speaking, just moving like there was an issue." Mari spoke in an obvious tone. She might've been playing dumb at first, but it seemed like Mir was doing the same thing. Avoid and divert—his favorite strategy.

He shrugged his shoulders. "There ain't no issue on my end. I made it clear where my head was at. I can't keep running in circles with you while you're clearly dead set on ole boy. Engaged, promise ring—whatever it is, it represents the same thing. It's making it known to everyone else that your heart is with another man. My parents raised me to be a lot of shit but a side nigga, a waiting list, a nigga for convenience—ain't one of them."

Mari hid the surprise on her face by folding her lips in her mouth and glancing away from the man in front of her. She couldn't remember the last time Mir was this direct and clear with her, but could she really fault him? "That's fair enough. But you say this and then your actions don't match. I told you what I had to tell you when you came over my house mad about the engagement ring thing, I don't gotta repeat it all now. I get the past is in the past and you might regret everything that you caused between us, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna walk back into you with open arms."

"Understood." Mir nodded and she did the same. Just because the word "Understood" came out of his mouth didn't mean an actual understanding passed between them. The energy between the two was the same it was prior to having the conversation with the exception of a little weight lifted off their shoulders.

Samiron was questioning whether or not he'd be able to get his heart to accept him and Mari's fate. He loved her, there was no doubt about that, but he didn't know if his love for her was strong enough to withstand seeing her in love with someone that wasn't him.

He made mistakes, and the mind-versus-heart battle he was in was a consequence of that. But a heart could only take so much. He hadn't even been out of jail for that long and yet every time he saw Mari with Savior, no matter how innocent their interaction was, something deep inside him was instantly agitated.

It was hard to think of him going from being obsessed with her to watching her love another man and not feeling any type of way about it. But he was going to try—for his sake, if anything.

"Mama, da!" Sani smiled at his parents as he ran to their table and stood in between them.

"Hi my baby." Mari smiled at him, so did Samiron. It was heartening to know that just Kasani's presence was able to completely shift his parent's energy.

"You see ring?" Sani asked, his head darting between the two.

"Yea, you did good lil' boy." Mir nodded at his twin, causing Sani to grin. His parents approval came above anything, that's just how much he adored them.

Sani, still standing in between his seated parents took Mari's hand in his hand, and Mir's hand in his other. He stretched their hands as best as he could—they had to lean forward in their seats—and put their knuckles together, trying to get them to hold hands.

"Baby," Mari chuckled nervously at her son. She knew what he was doing without having to ask, but she did anyway. "What are you doing?"

"You and da hold hand like Tee an' Unc." Sani spoke innocently, glancing in between his parents, still holding their hands together.

Mari glanced over her son's head to Samiron, trying to get him to interfere but—

No way this nigga is smiling, Mari thought to herself as she stared at him.

"Hold." Sani urged his parents hands together.

Giving in, Samiron caught Mari's fingers in his own, gently holding her hand. Her eyes flicked up to his before she twisted her lips to the side, choosing not to say anything. They both knew they were doing this for Sani's sake and Sani's sake only.

"Nice." Sani nodded, dropping his hands and staring at his parent's joined hands. He looked between the two of them and shrugged, "Now kiss."

"Wha-"

Samiron busted out laughing at both his son's directness and Mari's face. "Man."

"Sani," Mari's chest shook with a laugh, "Momma and daddy can't kiss."

"Why?"

"Becau-

"But why-"

"'Cause she be kissing Savior and daddy can't control what he does after he kisses her." Samiron says to his son who stares between the two with an eyebrow raised.

Mari looked at Samiron, but his face was stoic, as if those words that she just heard didn't come out of his mouth. Sani hummed, still not quite understanding why his parents couldn't kiss. He just watched his aunt and uncle do it and he wanted his parents to do the same. It was a display of love and he knew his mom and dad loved each other.

Seeing the confused look on Sani's face, Mari sighed to herself. She knew all the possible thoughts that could've been going through his young mind and she didn't want him to think there was love lost between his parents—even though there was in a way—because Mari knew, she would always have some type of love for her baby daddy.

"Here." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Mir's cheek. He raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised she'd even do that. But it was like they were at a silent mutual understanding that this was all for Kasani sake.

"Yay." Sani smiled, pleased with the kiss. Mari and Mir both chuckled at him as she pulled away.

The flash of a camera made both parents turn to find Eli lowering his phone. "Cute." He smirked but could barely contain his laughter, knowing he'd caught a picture of the most dysfunctional babymomma & daddy holding hands. Noelle stood next to him, holding onto his arm and shaking her head shamefully at her boyfriend.

"Eli-" Mari rolled her eyes. Her and Mir dropped their hands from one another in sync.

"Don't ask me to delete it 'cause I ain't doin' shit." He laughed while sliding his phone back into his pocket. Mir glared at him before focusing his attention on Sani. He picked him up, placing him on his thigh as he greeted Noelle with a simple head nod. Eli tried dapping him up, but he flipped him off instead, which only made Eli start laughing again.

"We match." Sani pointed to his and his dad's suits. Before Mir could answer, his son's eyes focused on something—or someone—over his head. "Savi here."

Mir glanced over his shoulder, and surely Savior was standing near the desert table talking to Zion. He mentally rolled his eyes. Just because he told himself he was going to work on moving on from Mari didn't mean he was suddenly okay with seeing her in another man's embrace. But as soon as he felt Sani rest his small head on his shoulder, he was reminded of the main reason he had to get used to the idea of Mari not being his.

* * *

The reception seemed like it dragged on for hours, and it did. Luckily there weren't any fights or arguments, which was rare at events like these with a family like theirs. Mayah couldn't be more relived at how smoothly the wedding went. No slip-ups, no last minute surprises, everything went according to plan. Meanwhile Zion was just relieved that they were finally away from all those people and he could have his wife all to himself.

With one hand holding Mayah's, Zion unlocked the door of their suite with the other. It was dead silent and the air already felt more intimate now that they were alone. Walking into the suite, the door clicked shut behind them. They'd gotten the most expensive room the Ritz Carlton offered, hoping the walls were thicker up here.

Zion flicked on a light to his left and the hallway leading into the room lit up. White rose petals decorated each side of the dark hardwood floors. Lights lined the top edges of the walls. Mayah—who had changed into the Greta Satin Corset Wedding Dress from Galia Lahav since it was easier to move around in—looked over her shoulder at her husband who smiled and nodded, urging her to keep walking.

The room was dim with the exception of the lights that lined the edges of the ceiling. Variations of white flowers were scattered all over the floor, bed and beige-colored curved couches. The wall to the left of their bed was completely floor-to-ceiling windows with large curtains sitting on either side of it.

Zion guided Mayah into the large, white bathroom which also contained a few large windows. He stood behind her in the mirror and silently helped her remove the crystal vine-shaped comb in her hair. Mayah stared at him in the mirror with a soft smile on her face that matched his own. He began unzipping the back of the wedding dress, smirking to himself when the dainty, lace lingerie came into view.

The strapless dress dropped from around her body with ease and Zion's eyes stayed glued to Mayah's body in the mirror. "I'ma lucky ass nigga." He shook his head in disbelief.

Mayah laughed under her breath before turning around and helping him get undressed. She tried to take it as slow as he did, holding his eyes while she unbuttoned his shirt, but Zion was getting restless now that she was naked.

"Fuck that." He spoke, more-so to himself, before grabbing Mayah's waist and pressing his lips to hers. She let out a soft moan before his tongue danced around hers.

Without removing his lips from hers, Zion shrugged out of the unbuttoned shirt, keeping his unzipped pants on, before picking Mayah up, guiding her legs around his waist.

He kissed and sucked every inch of her neck as he walked her out of the bathroom, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down on her back. He kept his eyes on hers as he massaged her boobs, moving over her baby bump to gently rub her clit over the lace panties.

"Mm." Mayah moaned at the friction of the lace against her clit. She snaked an arm around her husband's neck, bringing his lips back down to hers. He continued to tease her, rubbing her pussy over the soaked panties as his lips found her neck.

In a blur, Zion moved back enough to yank her panties down her legs. He unhooked the bra from the front and wasted no time latching his mouth onto her hard nipple and sucking it into his mouth. His other hand kneaded her other boob roughly before he alternated his mouth.

"Please, Zy." Mayah breathed heavily, wiggling her hips to let his hard dick rub against her center through his dress pants.

"You know I like making you wait," he spoke around her nipple in a husky voice before sucking onto it and letting it go again, "but I needa be inside your pretty ass right now."

Mayah bit on her bottom lip as she watched Zion take his dick out of his pants and push them down. He was hard and needed release just as much as she did. He tapped her thigh lightly, "Spread your legs for me, baby."

She obliged, exposing her arousal to him. Zion held the base of his dick before positioning himself properly between her. He leaned down taking her nipple into his mouth again before thrusting inside of her fully, causing both of them to groan.

"O-oh fuck!" Mayah cried out as she bucked off of the bed slightly. The feeling of his hot mouth around her nipple and his dick filling her up was too much at once. But once Zion started moving, she almost lost it.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned as his thrusts began picking up the pace. Mayah's cries grew louder and he ate up her moans by pressing his lips to hers. The sounds of their bodies joining each other filled the otherwise dead silent room and it sounded like live porn.

"Uh fuck," Mayah dropped her head back as her body rocked back and forth under Zion's. She shuddered when she felt his thumb rubbing her clit in a circle. "I'm-i'm gonna cum."

"Cum on my dick, baby." He grunted, driving his dick deeper into her.

The contrast of the soft circles he was rubbing on her clit and his hard thrusts between her legs caused Mayah's body to shake as she released, letting out a loud moan.

"Shit." Zion breathed out, riding out her orgasm as he continued to fuck her at the same pace. He removed his finger from her clit to slip it into her mouth, letting her moan around his finger as she sucked on it.

"Zy, it's too... fuck, it's too much." Mayah spoke breathlessly, feeling the familiar ache between her legs. Her first orgasm had barely gone and another one was edging as Zion continued his rough pace.

"You can take it, right?" He looked down at her through hooded eyes. She moaned but nodded quickly as she felt another orgasm cresting. "Fuck." He gritted before he held himself inside of her as they both came at the same time.

The room filled with the sound of heavy breaths. Mayah's eyes were semi closed before she felt a light slap on the inside of her thigh, making her look up at Zion.

"Turn around, wife. We no where near done." He licked the sweat off his bottom lip.

❦

prob the worst sex scene I've ever written but it
is what it is

how are we feeling abt..?

Mayah & Zion?

Mir & Mari?

w/c; 6317