FIFTY-THREE
I’m relieved my birthday is on a Sunday. I can relax all day with the club closed tonight. And my morning’s off to an epic start with Davia slow-riding my dick.
She works me until I shoot up inside her, and then we climb out of bed to shower together.
My doorbell pings while we’re dressing.
“I’ll get it!” Davia dashes past me out of the bedroom.
“Okay then.” I finish putting on my socks and walk into the living area to see what she’s doing.
Davia closes the door and turns with a gift box. “Happy Birthday, babe.”
I chuckle. “What’s this?”
“Gift number one.” She hands it to me. “I want to spoil you on your special day.”
“Thank you.” Smiling, I remove the cover and lift the packing paper. My eyes widen. “Damn. These are some nice ass John Lobb loafers. Baby, they’re ex—”
“Don’t think about that,” she hushes me with a kiss on my lips. “You like them?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Wear them later.” She kisses me again. “Now let me make your birthday breakfast.”
I hold her from behind before she walks into the kitchen, kissing her cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too. Open the gifts on the balcony while I work on breakfast.”
“What?” I move back and look out the glass door, seeing a stack of boxes of various sizes on the chair. “Oh, you sneaky girl.”
“Hmm.” She winks and continues to the fridge.
I carry the boxes inside to the sofa. Opening the first one, a wave of emotions washes over me when I see the card full of messages from the kids and staff at the youth center. I glance at Davia, wondering when she even had time to do this. Along with the card, they gifted me a framed photo of everyone and a t-shirt with the center’s logo.
My sniffling makes Davia look over. “You all right, baby?”
“Yeah, ahem. My throat’s a little dry.”
She gives me a loving smile. “Sure.”
“I really appreciate this, though.”
“They appreciate you for using your time.”
“Hm.” Composing myself, I set aside the gifts from the youth center and open the rest, cheesing at every item my baby bought me.
I finish and take in the designer spring jacket, fresh kicks, socks, ties, a new journal, a Tom Ford gift set, and Ray-Ban sunglasses.
“Wow, baby. Thank you for all this.”
“You’re welcome.” She brings the loaded breakfast plates to the table. “Come eat. I have a treat for you after.” Her eyes glisten as she lowers them to my shorts and bites her lip.
I smirk. “You know I love your treats.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Following a heated session that leaves me temporarily immobile, Davia continues spoiling me with a visit to the spa, the jewelry store to pick up a customized platinum watch, wine tasting, and lunch on a yacht.
We dock after enjoying the fiery sunset on the water. I assume we’re ending the day with a quiet dinner at Mama G’s. But Davia blindfolds me before driving from the harbor.
She slows down, helps me out of the car, and frees my eyes, revealing that we’re at a vintage harborside hotel. “Ooh, a little R&R before dinner. All right now.”
She giggles and takes my hand. “Come on.”
I allow her to lead me inside, past the smiling employee at the front desk, and around the corner to the double doors for the events room.
Davia pushes them open.
“Surprise!” everyone yells.
“Wow,” I laugh while taking in their elated faces, from my family to Davia’s. I turn to her. “Babe.”
“They wanted to celebrate you,” she chirps, bouncing in the spot.
“Thank you, baby.” I cradle her face and give her a sweet kiss.
“Happy birthday, bro,” Cairo slaps my shoulder. “Let’s live it up!”
“All right, all right.” I accept the drink from Preston and throw it back to loud cheers.
Afterward, Mama G gives me a tight embrace and kisses my cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Mama G.” I squeeze her hands affectionately before hugging Iree.
“Happy birthday.” She beams at me as she eases back. We’re slowly returning to how things were before her confession, and I’m glad we can move past it.
Stepping aside, I hug Davia’s family, starting with her grandma. It’s so kind of them to show up for me. I’m still getting to know them, but the fact they’re here celebrating with me means a lot.
Troy plays Stevie Wonder’s birthday song at the DJ booth, and everyone starts dancing with me.
I notice Falcon checking out Davia’s mom. I bump Cairo’s arm and nod in his uncle’s direction, and he moseys over and smacks his shoulder, shaking his head in warning.
Still dancing, Falcon splays his hands, acting oblivious. Mama G waves him off and continues two-stepping with Davia’s grandparents.
Shanae tries to dance closer to Cairo, swinging her hips. Her nosy ass needs to chill with the drama if she wants a chance with my friend.
As Troy switches to the next old-school uptempo celebration track, I steal my baby away for a little alone time, leaving everyone enjoying themselves.
Leading her to the deck, I close the door, pull her into a corner out of sight, and kiss her passionately. “Been wanting to do that, but I felt awkward with your people, especially your granddad.”
She beams at me and kisses me again. “Enjoying your birthday?”
“Of course. Thank you for this, baby. You have me tearing up.”
“Aww.” She caresses my jaw. “I’ll always celebrate you. You mean so much to me.”
“You mean even more to me. I love you, Davi, with all my heart.”
“I love you, Kross. There’s one more surprise.” She glances at her watch and adds, “Should be arriving now.”
I crease my forehead. “What you up to? You’ve already given me so much.”
“Come on.” She takes my hand and tows me back inside.
The main door opens, and my chest swells with joy as my mama enters, looking healthy and vibrant in a yellow dress and cream jacket. Her afro out in its glory.
“Mama…” I walk over, my eyes turning glossy.
“Hi, son,” she chirps with a slight wave.
Laughter spurts out of her as I rush for a hug.
She pats my back lovingly. “Oh, my sweet joy. Happy birthday.”
I sniffle and ease back to look at her. Her face has healed. “Thank you for coming.”
She smiles brightly. “I’m fighting to stay clean. I’m doing so much better.”
I nod in relief. “That’s good, Mama. Keep fighting.”
“I will, son.” She cradles my face, wiping my tears. “For the both of us.”
I embrace her again, then look at everyone watching us. Davia comes over with Mama G.
“Thank you for this.” I hug her tightly and kiss her cheek.
“Ms. Mashonda said it was okay with the program,” she explains. “I’d mentioned it to Mama G.”
“You’re not mad?” I ask Mama G.
She clicks her tongue. “Boy, of course not. I’m happy your mother is doing well. And glad she could come out to celebrate your birthday.”
I sniffle and reach for her warm hand.
“Now, let’s keep celebrating,” she urges, patting my arm. “Come on. You too, Mashonda.”
We continue partying until Iree brings out my birthday cake. She gives my arm a loving squeeze and moves to Cairo’s side.
After a glance at Davia, I close my eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candles.
Everyone cheers.
“There’s another cake for serving, right?” Falcon questions playfully. “Cause, I mean, he blew on that.”
“If you don’t hush,” Mama G scolds him amid the laughter.
Troy cuts the music back in, and an employee serves another cake.
In the late hours, the elders call it a night, and I embrace my mama again before a car takes her back.
Troy switches to more raunchy hip-hop tracks, and we party in between doing shots. Moya twerks on Preston like no one’s around, and Cairo seems more into Shanae now after all the liquor. I notice Iree and Colin vibing comfortably. Maybe there’ll be something in the future.
Davia and I dance, kiss like there’s no tomorrow, and dance until everyone clears out. After piling my gifts into her car, we thank the hotel staff, and she drives to my condo. I still can’t believe she booked that nice space to host my birthday celebration.
As we walk into my spot, I pull down the zipper of her floral jumpsuit. “Thank you for today. But it’s time for me to shower you with attention again.”
“Mmm,” she moans as I kiss her neck. “I was going to fill the tub for you.”
“Uh-huh. We’ll soak together in a bit. Right now, let me pleasure your body.”
I turn her and capture her mouth for a hungry kiss. She gasps as I lift her from the floor, carrying her into the bedroom. I remove her bra and panties and sit her on the side of the bed.
“You’re an incredible woman,” I praise while stripping. “It’s an honor to worship your body. Tell me where you want me to start.”
“Eat my pussy, please,” she urges and bites her lip.
I smirk. “Yes, my queen.”
Her hungry eyes watch me lower to my knees, quivering as I push her legs apart. “I won’t stop eating until you tap out.”
“Uhh!” she cries as I dive into my sweet honey pot.
Davia digs her nails into my back, sexual screams choppy and bouncing around the bedroom.
I toil my tongue inside her entrance until she shatters from the orgasm, squirting on my face. I continue licking through the waves, even as she flinches from sensitivity and gasps for air.
She squirms violently as another release shatters her body, soaking my sheets. She starts tapping on my back to slow me down. “I need… I need you inside me…”
With her sweet and salty essence in my mouth, I charge up for a sloppy kiss, flattening her on the bed to take my place between her thighs. I inch into her pooling depths until reaching the base and kiss her once. “I love you, Davi baby. Remember that when your pussy is on fire in the morning and you can barely walk.”