13. Renza Mensah #2
Every slow kiss made me greedy for another one, so I let my tongue drag across her skin before goin’ right back to that same spot.
I wanted her to feel that shit. I wanted her to know I wasn’t just kissin’ on her.
I was finally gettin’ my hands on the woman that had been drivin’ me outta my damn mind since we spent our first night together.
All day I had been fightin’ myself. Every time Sha’Nelle walked past me smellin’ good as hell, every time she laughed, every time she looked over at me with them pretty ass eyes, I had to remind myself we still had people around us and I couldn’t just throw her over my shoulder and disappear with her.
I held that shit in longer than I wanted to, and now that it was just us, wasn’t nothin’ left to fight.
I kissed my way down her neck and across her chest before I reached up and snatched that towel loose. I let it fall wherever the fuck it landed. My hands slid right back over her warm skin, learnin’ her all over again like I had been away from her for years instead of days.
That’s when I looked up at her.
Sha’Nelle was already lookin’ at me. She still ain’t said a word, and she ain’t have to.
The way she was lookin’ at me had my chest feelin’ tight as hell.
It was love all in her eyes, the kind she kept tryna hide from everybody else, but there was somethin’ else sittin’ behind it too.
She looked like she was still tryna make sense of us.
I couldn’t even be mad at that look ‘cause I was just as fucked up over her as she was over me. Hell, if I was keepin’ it a hundred, I probably had that same look on my face every time I caught myself thinkin’ about her.
I just smiled to myself and rubbed my thumb across her cheek before I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Come here,” I murmured against her lips. “Quit thinkin’ so hard.”
I slid my forehead against hers for a second before I kissed her again, slower this time, lettin’ my hands roam.
I was enjoyin’ her. Every inch I touched settled somethin’ in me that had been restless all damn day, and the way she kept lookin’ at me made a nigga feel like, for these few minutes the rest of the world ain’t even matter.
I gripped her hips first, then slid my palms slow over every curve, squeezin’ on her like I was remindin’ myself she was really back in front of me. I missed my woman, and my hands wasn’t about to let her forget that shit.
The whole time, I kept my eyes on her. Every time she caught me starin’, she turned her face like she ain’t want me seein’ what I was doin’ to her.
I caught her by the chin, turned her face right back to me, and ran my thumb across it.
“Stop playin’ and look at me, girl,” I muttered. “Ain’t no way I waited this long to get you back in front of me like this just for you to keep lookin’ somewhere else.”
She finally looked up at me, and the second our eyes locked, I leaned right back in and kissed her again. I took my time with it, lettin’ my tongue stay on hers. She tasted like champagne, strawberries, and every reason a nigga lose his train of thought.
Her nails slid into my waves and curled against the back of my head, holdin’ me like she ain’t want me to pull away, and I ain’t gon’ lie, that lil’ move did somethin’ to me. She wasn’t fightin’ this shit no more. She was right here with me.
When we finally broke the kiss, neither one of us moved too far.
She reached back in the bowl and grabbed another strawberry, never once takin’ her eyes off mine.
Soon as she bit into one side, I stepped in and claimed the other half before catchin’ her lips again.
The juice mixed between us, sweet as hell, and I kissed her slower this time, suckin’ in her bottom lip.
I ain’t even gon’ front. I always fucked with strawberries, but tastin’ ‘em from Sha’Nelle’s lips had a nigga wonderin’ what the hell I been eatin’ all these years. They ain’t never hit like this before.
Maybe it wasn’t even the strawberry. Maybe it was her. Every kiss made me want another one, and every time our mouths met, I found another excuse not to let her go. A nigga could’ve stayed right here all night, forgettin’ every damn thing outside this moment.
I reached for a piece of watermelon and let the juice run down between my fingers before holdin’ it out to her.
Sha’Nelle looked at the watermelon, then back at me through them heavy ass eyes that always had a nigga fightin’ to keep his composure.
She leaned in and took a bite, her lips barely grazin’ my fingers before she pulled away.
Watermelon juice clung to the corner of her mouth, but she ain’t make no move to wipe it off.
She just kept chewin’ while lookin’ dead at me.
Then her eyes dropped to my hand.
She took my fingers in her mouth one at a time, cleanin’ every bit of juice off ‘em slow enough to make a grown man whine. Her tongue dragged across my skin before she switched to the next finger.
I watched her in silence, my jaw locked so damn tight I could feel it.
“Fuck…” I muttered, my voice rough.
She finally let my last finger slip from between her lips, and she looked back up at me.
I stared at her for a second before shakin’ my head.
She reached back into the bowl, grabbed another strawberry, and held it up to my mouth.
I leaned in and bit into it while she kept holdin’ it. Soon as the juice slipped over my lip, she closed the lil’ bit of space between us and caught it before it could fall.
When I finally left her lips, I dragged my mouth down the side of her face until I got to her neck. My fingers slid into the back of her hair and gripped it, tuggin’ her head to the side just enough for me to get what I wanted.
My lips found one of the deep red marks I left on her earlier, and I kissed over it slow before movin’ to the next one. I couldn’t keep my mouth off of ‘em. Every mark I left had me right back on it, kissin’ over it like I was admirin’ my own work.
Her moan slipped right into my ear, and all it did was make me keep goin’. My hand stayed locked in her hair while I kept my mouth on her neck, lettin’ every kiss last a lil’ longer than the one before it.
I kissed over every mark I left, takin’ my time with her before I finally lifted my head and looked at that pretty ass neck all over again.
I spent time on her titties, suckin’ on her nipples until her body melted all the way into the bed.
Every reaction she gave me had me keepin’ my mouth right there, switchin’ from one nipple to the other before kissin’ across her chest.
My hand slid over her stomach and back up to her side while I watched her chest rise every time my tongue circled her nipples again.
My hand slid slow across her waist while I kept my mouth on her, and I couldn’t stop lookin’ at how beautiful she was laid out in front of me.
I got on top of her, puttin’ a lil’ of my weight on her, then kissed all over her chin and jaw slow while I moved my dick up and down her thigh. I kept brushin’ my lips against her skin between kisses, breathin’ her in, lettin’ my beard graze against her just enough to make her react.
“Renza,” she whispered in a broken moan.
I looked in her eyes and saw they was glossy, damn near swimmin’ with emotion.
“I love you,” I told her, holdin’ her gaze, needin’ her to feel every fuckin’ word.
She stayed quiet for a second like she ain’t really know what to say, but I ain’t need her mouth to tell me shit. I saw it all in her eyes.
At the same time, I wanted to hear that shit.
“Tell me you love me if you do,” I whispered, slidin’ my fingers slow through her hair, scratchin’ light against her scalp while I held her face.
She swallowed hard and took in a deep breath. “I love you too.”
I ain’t say shit after that. I just went right back to her neck, pressin’ slow kisses against her skin before my mouth opened up on it.
Then I started suckin’ that shit hard. I already knew she ain’t like when I left marks on her, but it was what it was.
I was the type of nigga that marked what was mine, and if anybody had a problem with that shit they could come see about me.
I stayed on her neck until her skin was warm, soft and sensitive under my lips. Red marks bloomed across her neck and started trailin’ down toward her chest, and she was so gone that she ain’t complain once.
Her legs stayed locked around my waist while her fingers rubbed through my waves, makin’ the back of my neck tingle every time her nails grazed my scalp. I could feel her heart beatin’ hard against my chest, and every shaky breath that left her mouth brushed across my skin.
“Renza…” she whispered again, and this time she damn near sounded like she was beggin’.
I sighed against her ear and let my lips drag across it before I spoke.
“I know, baby,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. “You missed all this shit.”
Before she could say somethin’ about it, I circled back and went right back to them big ass pretty titties, kissin’ slow but mean, lettin’ my lips drag and press on ‘em.
I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked deep, feelin’ the way it tightened in my mouth. After a while, I let it slip out my mouth before she could catch her breath, movin’ down ‘cause I was starvin’ for every inch of her.
By the time I reached her stomach, my hand was already grippin’ it, my fingers diggin’ in, holdin’ her still while my tongue moved reckless.
I kissed it, licked it and sucked on her soft skin until I felt her body tighten under me. Every time she shifted, I tightened my grip, lettin’ her know I wasn’t goin’ nowhere, and she was stuck right here with me.
I slid lower and pushed her thighs apart, just enough for me to get in. I kissed between ‘em real slow, watchin’ how she reacted to every lil’ move I made. Then I licked the inside of ’em, draggin’ my tongue up, tastin’ her before I even got to the main part.