Royal #2
Her honey brown and gold locs sat pulled into a high bun on top of her head, exposing the graceful line of her neck while two long locs framed each side of her face.
Her smell floated through the house as I stood still with the sliding glass open, looking dumb as hell.
I wanted to say fuck dinner and feast on her fine tall ass right where she stood.
“Pick up ya bottom lip, Ro Ro,” she teased, lifting one eyebrow slightly.
Instead of picking up my bottom lip, I picked up my feet and slowly swaggered her way. I took my time because you couldn’t rush the type of raw beauty that Amaris was executing.
When I got close enough to breathe her in and feel the warmth of her, I shook my head in disbelief.
She smelled tropical mixed with coconut and something sweet underneath it.
The cocoa butter she always wore melted into her natural scent and lingered perfectly.
I stood in front of her for a couple seconds long just appreciating the way her tall, thick frame looked right in front of me.
Her smell was so contagious that I couldn’t even think straight. Then her alluring, honey eyes held me captive.
“You trying to kill a nigga,” I murmured.
Her juicy lips stretched into an easy smile.
“No, I’m just trying to show you how much I appreciate your efforts today.” She closed the space between us.
Her eyes dragged slowly from my face down to the simple white collar polo shirt I had on then down to my black Amiri jeans. I had minimum jewelry on tonight and I saw the appreciation of how good she knew I looked in her eyes.
“Damn,” she moaned out, fluttering her natural curly lashes.
“What?” I raised a brow like my name was The Rock.
“You fine as hell, Ro Ro,” she complimented easily.
“I know, baby, I always make it a point to look this good.” I winked.
“Arrogant nigga.” She rolled her eyes.
I chuckled lowly under my breath while closing the distance between us. I slid my hand around her lower back and pulled her up against me. I looked down at her angelic face and resisted the urge to lick her from the tip of her chin up to her forehead.
“You thinking nasty.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around me.
“I love when you hold me, baby.” I leaned down and kissed her juicy lips.
Unable to help myself, I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth then slid my tongue inside to dominate the kiss. When I pulled back, I could practically hear Amaris’s pussy calling out to me.
“You the one thinking nasty, squeezing them thighs together while looking so fucking sexy… I got some shit planned for us tonight and you about to ruin the shit by baiting me.” I frowned like I was disappointed in her.
“Royal please,” She giggled. “Our sexual chemistry is crazy. I still want to go out on a date and see what it’s like to be tricked on by a rich nigga.”
That confident shit she was spitting made my dick brick up. I licked my lips before pressing another sloppy kiss to her juicy glossed lips then grabbed her hand.
“It ain’t trickin’ if you got it Breasturant.” I schooled her cockily.
“I believe you, I’m just happy to see you in a better mood right now.”
I stopped right in front of the door and turned to her, studying her face to see if I could find the answer to her statement just by looking at her. What I saw was sincerity. The answer to her statement was that she really seen a nigga deeper than I thought she did.
Most would miss it and just think otherwise…Amaris saw shit for what it was.
“You look less sad tonight,” she pressed on. “I didn’t just hug you because you popped up with flowers in my office, I hugged you because I could feel that you needed to feel something.” She blinked.
“I did…” I ran my free hand down my face. “I needed to feel your presence… somebody outside of my norm to help ground me.” I turned away and pulled the door open.
I stood next to the door and watched her walk out as I pulled my phone out to record her sexy ass.
One thing that I knew about women, was they always liked to capture new memories.
I was bad at taking pictures, didn’t care for them.
But something urged me to record Amaris.
It wasn’t just for her memory but for mine as well.
The yellow dress flowed around her thick hips every step she took.
I hoped she knew how beautiful she looked in that satin yellow dress.
Soon as I stepped outside behind her, the cold December air wrapped around us.
Amaris kept walking down the steps casually, one hand holding the side of her dress slightly so she wouldn’t trip.
She stopped when she was inches away from the steps and looked at me. Her perfectly arched eyebrows pulled together before she turned her head to look at the spot I normally parked my truck at.
“Where your truck…wait, why you recording me?” She smiled, blushing.
I didn’t answer her silly ass since I was too busy smiling hard back at her.
I nodded my head toward the side of my property and she turned in the opposite direction and froze.
The helicopter sat lit under the moonlight while one of the pilots stood nearby, waiting respectfully beside the open door.
Amaris gasped so loud it echoed. She spun back toward me so fast, I barely had time to react. She ran up and playfully hit me twice in the stomach squealing loud.
“Ohhhh! You showing the fuck out!!” She yelled, laughing excitedly like a kid in the candy store.
“Is my tricking good enough?” I chuckled.
“Hell no! Oh my God, Ro Ro! This is—”
Before she could say anything else she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly.
Her big ass titties pressed against my chest as she buried her face into the crook of my neck.
I held her automatically, cuffing both ass cheeks into the palm of my hands.
I could hold her fluffy body all night, I still couldn’t get over how good she smelled.
Her excitement made my chest swell something crucial.
I felt good as hell about myself pulling tonight off after all.
I heard her sniff into my neck, and my smile faded. I pulled back to look down into her tear-stricken face.
“What’s wrong Breasturant?” I asked genuinely confused by her change of mood.
She shook her head quickly trying to laugh through it.
“I’m just literally blown away,” she chuckled, smiling through her tears. “I’m not easy to impress at all… but this makes me feel super special,” she admitted kindly.
“You got to be a special woman to make me want to go above and beyond.”