Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
“Attentive. Sexy. Smart. Confident. Fantastic as hell in bed. Charming. Wonderful father and pizza maker? Am I missing anything?”
“Just one, husband,” he says, then wraps his arms around me while I finish wiping the dishes with his drying cloth.
We are downstairs in the kitchen. The movie is over, the leftovers of barbecue chicken and pepperoni pizzas are in the fridge, our bellies are full, and Niya is in bed.
She tapped out right after her bath, although she tried to fight it, afraid I would leave once she closed her eyes.
When I promised to still be here in the morning, she finally relented and went to sleep.
After placing the now dry pizza pan on the over the sink rack, I turn to face him and drape my arms over his shoulders.
For a moment, while staring into my eyes, he simply holds me and I relish being in his arms. It’s crazy how I feel so at ease and so at home in his arms. It’s a calmness I’ve never felt and can’t really put in words but I feel him and I like this thing we have.
Today was beautiful, almost picturesque.
Me, my husband, and his precious little girl spending the day together was everything.
Niya is a ball of pure energy and her bright spirit is infectious.
I love her and the bond she has with him. He’s truly a wonderful dad.
“You gon’ just let me hold you all night?” he asks.
“At least until I go to my room,” I say, intentionally teasing him, and it works. His entire face frowns and I struggle to mask my amusement.
“What?” he scoffs.
“Until I go to my room. The guest room right next to Niya’s. The other is too far down the hall,” I say firmly.
“Nah. My room is your room. That room is for guests and you are my wife, not a damn guest,” he asserts and I can’t hide my grin. “Mireya, quit fucking with me.”
“Why? It’s so easy and I like that firmness in your tone when I say something you don’t like,” I admit and he smirks.
“Oh yeah?” His hands grip my ass. “You like when I’m mean?”
“Firm, not mean. There’s a difference. Mean has a negative connotation. Firm is manly and sexy,” I explain and he chuckles.
“That’s your interpretation?”
“No. It’s law. I’m the judge, remember?”
“Then, let’s go upstairs so you can put that legal pussy on my face,” he says and I break into a fit of laughter.
“Now that is a new one! I don’t know about legal but maybe lethal.”
“Ah nah. It’s both and I’m ready for it and you.”
He taps my ass then pecks my lips before leading me out of the kitchen up to his bedroom…wow!
I love my bedroom but his has to be double the size of mine and the style is all him: masculine and sophisticated.
The colors are charcoal, espresso brown, and black, with leather dominating.
His walls are dark panels with a smoky bronze finish.
They look like polished stone. The huge Alaskan King bed is the centerpiece of the room.
It’s a low profile platform bed with an espresso brown upholstered frame and headboard.
The bedding is layered with neutral tones and four large pillows.
There’s a leather ottoman at the foot of his bed and two large, matching, oversized leather chairs nuzzled in front of a brown stone fireplace.
There’s no artwork on the walls; their design speaks for itself. It’s beautiful.
“This is a bedroom. Wow! I love it. Who’s the designer?” I ask, really in awe.
“Me. When I built this three years ago, I spent a lot of time in the design center. I had everything the way I liked because I knew it would be the home for me and my family. All it needs now is you. Anything can be added or changed.”
“You always say the right things at the right moment,” I admit.
“That’s just because I speak the truth. I’m all in and patiently waiting to prove that to you so you can join me.”
I’m almost there.
Cautious and being the structured Mireya I always am, I simply say, “You’re doing a good job of proving. Let’s shower so you can prove more.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
“I need to get some of Niya’s soap but I don’t want to wake her.”
“She sleeps like a bear. She doesn’t move or wake once she goes down, but you’re good. I have stuff you can use.”
“Oh, so you keep a stash for your ladies that drop by?” I ask with intentionally raised eyebrows.
“I think I am proving it to you. Look at you, frowning and shit, and sounding jealous,” he says, then pulls me into him.
“Just so you know, the only woman who’d been in this house is Shuga.
I’ve dated and fucked other women but not one has been invited here.
This is Niya’s house too and the only woman I would bring here with her would be the last woman invited here because it would now be her home too,” he says intently with his eyes laser focused on mine.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he speaks.
“I have stuff you can use because Niya goes in there too. She loves my shower,” he adds, then kisses my lips.
“But the jealousy is kind of cute. Stay like that, jealousy provoked sex is the best. You’ll ride my dick like you’ve got something to prove. ”
He smirks and I just roll my eyes. But he isn’t lying though.
“Just show me your bathroom,” is all I say and he releases me.
“Go see for yourself,” he says.
I walk to his ensuite but he’s right behind me. My mouth drops to the beautiful rustic marble floor that leads to the pebbled stone shower floor. This bathroom, while complementing the dark tones and masculine energy of the bedroom, looks like it belongs in an upscale woodland spa.
“The stones are so unique,” I compliment as I get closer to the walk-in shower, the centerpiece of the bathroom.
“And these shower heads. This is gorgeous.” Although I am fully dressed, I remove my shoes.
My curiosity is killing me. Slowly, I step onto the smooth rocks and admire the space.
The stones, the oversized rainfall showerheads, the frameless glass enclosure, and charcoal slate walls all add to the splendor.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” I admit.
“Showers are mandatory,” he says.
“In here, absolutely. Who wouldn’t love it here?” I marvel. “I mean it’s gorgeous.” I turn around like a kid then stop when I’m facing him. I was so caught up in the grandeur of the shower that I didn’t notice there’s no tub. “You don’t take baths?”
“Nah. I only like showers.”
“The first thing we don’t really agree on. You saw my bathroom. I’m a bath girlie and I love a tub.”
“We can add a tub in here for you. There’s space for one right here,” he says while pointing to his left and my breath hitches.
The way he doesn’t hesitate to insert me into his life and home is endearing.
“That’s too drastic.”
“No it isn’t. This is your home too and I want you to be comfortable,” he says and I don’t bother to protest. Instead, I step out of the shower and walk to him.
“So what do you have for me to put on after we shower?” I ask.
“Absolutely nothing. I haven’t had time to go over the house rules yet, so that’s my bad.”
“Rules?”
“Yeah, but it’s really just one. There’s no clothes allowed in my bed. I can’t have the fabric fucking up my delicate sheets,” he says and I smile.
“Those are some special ass sheets then because I’ve never heard of sheets that can’t handle fabric. What about your comforter?”
“That’s different,” he says sternly, like it’s true.
“Oh really?”
“It’s just too elaborate to explain. Just trust me.” He smiles then looks down at me. “Turn around so I can unzip this. I’m ready for the shower,” he says and I comply without any second thought.
I’m ready too.
While I ease out of my wide legged romper, he removes his clothes too. When we are both completely nude, he pulls me into his fine, muscular frame.
“You see how you feel next to me? Why the hell would I want clothes in my bed?” he asks.
“You definitely have a point,” I agree with a smile. My body on his feels undeniably incredible. His point is made.
“Good. Now let me wash your fine ass.”
He winks then pinches my ass before leading me into his beautiful shower.
He starts the rain shower on his side then shows me how to set my temperature and start mine.
The opulence of the shower makes me forget all about my hair, but luckily, he takes it under consideration.
Instead of hot water cascading from the massive showerhead, it spews from the wall.
Several tiny showerheads that become visible when he presses start. He’s so damn intentional.
As I allow the hot water to massage my body, he washes his beautiful body.
My eyes study every inch of him as he runs the bath towel over his chocolate skin.
When he grabs his dick, my damn mouth waters and I swallow too damn hard.
All thoughts of not getting my hair wet quickly vacate and I feel myself stepping over to him to please him.
His eyes widen then dart toward me as I place my hands on his side and kneel in front of him. Hooded and focused on me, his eyes peer into mine. Without breaking our connection, I take his semi-erect dick into my hands.
While the warm water washes away my blowout, I stroke him lightly.
His stare falters a little when my thumb runs across his tip.
He squints, but when my mouth covers his head, his lids close and his head drops back.
One of his arms stretches and his hand palms the shower wall.
The other grips my head, slightly fisting my drenched hair.