Chapter 8 Jatavia #2
His balls slapped against my ass as he picked up the pace.
Dreu’s tongue danced against mine as our slick bodies melted into one.
Soon as his nut shot into me, my pussy clenched him tighter.
My inner walls milked him as he growled into my mouth.
Dreu fucked me through my orgasm, he kept his eyes opened as he continued exploring my mouth.
“Jatavia, fuck!” He moaned my name out.
His head tilted back as I locked my legs tighter around him. I felt deep satisfaction when he collapsed and panted on top of me. My fingers glided up and down his slick back as he kissed the side of my face.
“That shit was magic, baby.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
His thick length pulsed inside of me as he turned to the side with me still locked in his arms.
“It was, I needed that.” I murmured out.
“And I need you, Tavia. We got to figure something out.” He pulled my left leg up around his waist.
“We take our time, Dreu. Things can’t move at your pace.” I reminded him.
“You don’t think I know that?” His warm arm wrapped around me.
“If shit moved at my pace, I’d have you back in Cali chasing your dreams by tomorrow morning.” He said the words directly in my ear.
“And what dreams are those, Dreu?” I whispered.
Now I was holding my breath because I didn’t really believe he remembered after all of these years. Tammy was the only person that held me accountable for the things that I dreamed of doing and becoming.
“A luxury wellness sanctuary in the hood,” he chuckled and kissed the top of my shoulder. “You told me that you wanted to call it ‘Eden’s Place’.” He smiled with excitement in his hooded eyes.
He tightened his arms around slightly as he stroked my back tenderly.
“I ain’t come from the hood but always thought that it would be dope.
You mentioned that it would be a place where people from where you grew up could heal without feeling judged.
A place where black therapists didn’t talk down to nobody.
Where folks could walk in depressed, angry, traumatized, and actually get help.
You were really passionate about that, and I know its because of some of the things you saw living in the projects…
and your own depression you struggle with from time to time. ” He said softly.
My eyes widened, then my heart started to pound.
“You really remembered all of that?” I asked in disbelief.
“Baby,” he murmured, kissing the side of my jaw, “I remember everything, Tavia.”
I didn’t want to get emotional, but it was hard not to.
“You told me people from the hood deserved peace just as much as anybody with money. I remember it was the first time that I opened up to you about my parents and my upbringing, I told you—”
“You told me that even people with money don’t have peace.
You hated the way your parents acted like they were so perfect when you knew they were far from it.
You hated how they put so much pressure on Bleu…
so you felt like he often resented you for getting spoiled since they were light on you.
It also made you feel like they really never gave a damn about which direction you took in life as long as their precious company was ran right and their image was upheld to perfection.
” Tears burned my eyes instantly as the words escaped my mouth.
Dreu closed his eyes as I talked, I felt his strong emotions when he opened them. Although his parents thought they spoiled him, he felt a void growing up. Dreu always felt like he never truly pleased his parents enough because most of the time they were too focused on his big brother.
“Yeah,” he swallowed down as I gazed into his eyes. “You remember a lot too.” He offered me a small smile.
I turned my face slightly, trying to breathe but he pulled me tighter against him. His lips affectionately brushed across my temple.
“You also wanted to start a high-end event and set design company—”
“The kind that built experiences, not just decorations.” I cut him off smiling through my tears.
“Weddings, galas, proposals, brand launches. I told you that you could do some work for Maison Langston’s. You said you would name that Atmospheres By Tavia.”
I pressed my face into his chest and sobbed softly.
He remembered the dreams that I abandoned because life for me got too loud, too heavy, and disappointing.
In order to chase those dreams I needed the proper funding.
I worked regular ass jobs and moved to Vegas since apartments were cheaper out here.
Still, I had no clue how to get things started because I was never given the proper resources growing up.
My mom and dad worked regular jobs as well.
They made enough to take care of me and my brother, but those jobs weren’t enough to push us through college.
Mom was a manager at Target since I was too young to remember.
My dad was a bus driver for the city of L.A.
Both of their incomes were enough to keep a roof over our heads, food in the refrigerator yet they both stressed over bills often times.
“I’m not saying all of this to make you cry, Pancakes.
I’m just saying it because I remember you looking your happiest when talking about it.
You ain’t done dreaming either. If you can bring yourself to trust me again…
I want to help you. What’s the point in acting like you don’t have the proper help when a nigga like me in front of you, fully loaded. ”
Dreu cupped my face and tilted it up, so I had no choice but to meet his eyes.
Those deep, warm cognac-colored eyes that could see straight into places I tried to hide.
It felt like we could see into each other’s souls.
Well-connected even with his thick piece of meeting still plunged deep inside of me.
He brushed his thumb under my cheekbone then wiped the rest of my tears.
“Jatavia,” he murmured voice low and certain. “I want to help bring those dreams back to life. I got my own money now, this shit ain’t off the backs of my parents nor my brother. The money I got now, I grinded hard for.” He stated seriously.
“W-what?” My breath caught.
“I’m serious as hell,” he said, leaning in closer, forehead almost touching mine. “Those dreams weren’t small nor childish. They were bigger than the apartment you live in, bigger than Vegas, and bigger than what life itself tried to make you settle for.”
My heart thudded painfully.
“This,” he made his dick jump inside of me. “Feels good as fuck, but I ain’t tryna be in your bed. I want to be a part of something with you. I’ll help you create ‘Eden’s place’ and ‘Atmospheres By Tavia’.” He smiled.
“That’s too much.” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Plus, I changed my mind on what I want for Eden’s Place.
I want it to be different than going to talk to a therapist. I want Eden’s Place more like a sanctuary where people can go to receive full body massages.
Meditate and just escape the noise of their day-to-day lives.
I imagine having something like that in my late forties though.
I really want Atmosphere’s By Tavia, I just got to stop being lazy and start doing events. ”
“Then that’s what we gone do then, step by step I want to help you. I’ll make the time, I promise.” He reassured me.
“Dreu, that’s too much. If I want it, I need to make it happen.” I said.
I never had something so good to be true happen to me until Dreu.
Then he hurt me, and the reality of life kicked in after him.
We both were thirty years old now. He was established now as a celebrity rapper, and I still was struggling.
I felt scared to entrust him with changing my life although I knew he could…
the what ifs in life always got the best of me.
A soft breath left me then something inside of me cracked open. The look in Dreu’s eyes said that he meant every word. I could feel it in the way his fingers held my jaw, the way his voice dipped, steady and sure.
“It’s never too much for me, Pancakes.” He said.
“You know what I always admired about you?” I asked lowly with a small smile breaking through my emotions.
He raised a brow; curiosity brightened in his eyes.
“You always had this wild idea,” I said slowly, “that you were meant for something big. Even when you didn’t have the skill or connections…you always had belief.”
He blinked; I could tell he was stunned by the compliment he never expected.
“You never acted like you were less than anyone,” I explained. “Even when you weren’t all the way ready, and your family disagreed in your dreams. You acted like you belonged. And eventually…you did.” I said softly.
His expression shifted, I could see his chest puff out a little. I knew my words hit a place inside him he didn’t tend to show others. I reached up and touched his cheek gently.
“When we were together you taught me confidence just by existing…even if you didn’t know it.” I whispered the last part.
Dreu stared at me so intensely, I had to look away for a second.
“That right there,” he murmured lowly, “is why I can’t leave you alone, ma. You make me feel…seen.” He kissed my forehead.
Heat filled my stomach as he slowly started to stroke my already wet pussy. His tongue glided from the tip of my nose to the ridge. Dreu pulled all the way out and slid back inside of me. My eyes fluttered as he reached between us and strummed my sensitive clit.
“Dreu,” I moaned out.
He said nothing as he kissed my face, cheeks, temples, and lips. I felt so adored by him as he gave me deeper love strokes that held deeper meanings.
“I could do this shit all fucking night and day.” He rasped against my mouth.
He pinched and circled my clit repeatedly until I reach back to grab his ass and pull him in deeper. I clenched my inner walls to choke his dick and make it hard for him to even think about pulling out. His forearms flexed as he shuttered and moaned out incomprehensible words right along with mine.
“You gone cum all over this dick again for me, Pancakes?” His fingers dug deep into my hips.
“Yes, baby.” I moaned the words out.
“Good because after you nut, I want you to suck all the nut out of this dick so you can taste the magic we both create together.” He grunted.
Soon as the nasty words left his mouth, my orgasm exploded through my body. I shuddered and moaned out his name, he short stroked my pussy purposely to make sure that my orgasm slammed into me in waves.
Dreu held me tightly against his chest as I continued to shake like it was below twenty degrees in this room. Once my shaking subsided, he laid down on his back, dick glistening with the magic we created. I was eager to suck his dick and catch all the nut he had to give.
“You still love me?” He asked.
My eyes traced every rigid line of his toned body before I hungrily licked my lips. I didn’t have all the answers to any of my own wondering questions and reservations regarding Dreu right now. I knew I was going to take my time while enjoying our much-needed time together again.