Chapter Eight #4
The bathroom door closed and I heard some shuffling around, then the door closed and I heard the shower water running.
I glanced around her room, noticing how neat and pretty everything was in here too.
There was a White Barn candle lit on her dresser chest and there was something playing on the flat-screen television mounted on the wall, but the volume was low, so I couldn't make it out.
To occupy my time, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through it, switching through various apps.
The shower water had cut off long after, but she didn't appear back in the bedroom.
It took her way longer, making me check the time and we were running a little late, but it's cool, I wasn't going to rush her.
When she appeared back in the bedroom, she was still naked, but her face was covered in makeup, looking so fucking pretty, and her plump lips were covered in clear gloss.
Some type of body-shimmer covered her body.
Between her thigh gap was the prettiest fucking pussy.
The sight of it, I licked my lips and released a low groan, not giving a damn that she'd caught me.
"You're so damn pretty," I uttered lowly.
"I know," she grinned and walked over to me. I leaned back against her bed and spread my arms. She lifted her feet and wiggled her pretty-manicured toes against my dick. "Can you put some lotion on my feet and legs for me?"
Nodding my head, I took the lotion from her hands, poured some in my palm and gently rubbed her legs and feet, while giving her a massage.
"Thank you for blessing me," I retorted, getting a puzzled expression out of her.
"What do you mean?"
"I know this is your space, but Sia I been chasing you for a long-ass time. I may not have gone about it the right way, but at least give a nigga credit for trying."
She didn't respond, but I knew she heard me, so I continued to rub lotion on her legs and toes instead. It was slick between my fingers and hands, like baby oil.
"Thank you," she responded, then removed her foot after a few more seconds went by. "You said pink dress right?" She mentioned, trotting away from me and walking into her massive closet.
"Yeah," I grinned, realizing that she read the deets I sent her.
From where I was sitting I could see designer-boxes and purses, neatly placed together and color-coded, but it was massive enough to swallow her small ass, because I couldn't see her anymore.
When she appeared back in the bedroom, the pink silk dress fit her like a glove—like a second-layer of skin, exposing her curves and hip-dips. It was short, stopping at her thighs. Her arms were draped around the front to keep it from falling.
Nearing me, she asked, "Can you zip this up for me?" as she turned around.
Nodding my head, I stood up and gripped the zipper between my thumb and forefinger, using my thumb as a guide to zip it up for her, without it snagging on the fabric.
"There you go, love."
"Thank you." Sia glanced back at me momentarily, our eyes drowning in each other's before hers pulled away. "I won't be long, I just have to put my shoes on and finish my hair."
"Take all the time you need, love, you good. I'll be in the living room," I spoke.
"Okay," she called out.
I slid my phone into my pocket and stepped farther into the living room. Like before, my eyes wandered over everything around me, taking in the details. A white bookshelf decorated with gold-and-white abstract-pieces immediately caught my attention.
Sitting front and center in a gold-frame was a degree with Sia's name printed across it.
Around it were several framed photos—some of her and Nya, others of people I assumed were family.
What really stood out to me were the two frames positioned on either side of her degree.
One simply read Mom, while the other read Dad.
I found myself staring a little longer than I intended, studying the faces in the photographs and wondering about the people who helped shape the woman I'd been driving myself crazy over. I was so caught up in it that I didn't even realize Sia had called my name.
It wasn't until she said it again, louder this time, that I finally snapped out of my thoughts and looked her way.
She was looking pretty as fuck, leaning against the door-frame, with one foot draped across the other.
Her hair was in curls—layers framing her face.
Clung on her wrist was a gold Cartier bracelet.
I wasn't near her but I could smell that Jimmy Choo, I Want Choo perfume radiating from her and wafting through the room.
"I'm ready."
I gave her a head nod, because I couldn't find my voice. I was enamored by her beauty, and thoughts of doing all type of freaky shit was running rapid through my mind.
After locking her front door, we were met with thick smog floating through the night sky. Her heels clicked against the concrete.
"My neighbor had already let me know that someone was walking towards my house," she mentioned, causing me to glance her way, noticing the smirk on her face, as we walked down the sidewalk towards my truck.
"I figured neighborhood-watch was close by, snitching-ass," I grinned.
"I'd rather have it no other way."
"I'm just fuckin' wit' you, love."
I'd already unlocked my truck and helped her inside then closed her door. I said a silent prayer to God that this night would go smoothly, and I wouldn't have to put my foot up her ass.