Chapter Ten. #3
“But it wasn’t until I came home, laid you down in front of this fireplace that I knew my feelings ran even deeper.
I remember looking at you while I was in you, feeling your heartbeat against mine, and something just clicked.
It wasn’t just infatuation. I loved you and wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. ” His eyes found hers.
“Why I love you? Shit, ma…how I’m supposed to put all that into words?” He shook his head, getting his thoughts together.
“I love you because you came into my life and made it better. I love the way you love me. The way you ride for me, even when you learned exactly who the fuck I truly am. It’s everything.
It’s your heart. Your maturity. Your beauty.
Your style. Your ambition to have your own.
The way you take care of our baby. The way you look at me.
The way you make me laugh. The way you make me feel when you touch me…
when I’m in you. It’s all that shit put together. ”
Nivéa’s tears finally slipped free; it didn’t take much for her. But what Crown had said moved her entire spirit. Leaning over, Crown gently wiped one away with his thumb.
“When did you know? Or did you only say it ’cause I said it?”
Nivéa snickered through her tears. “Of course not. I fell in love with you the moment you bought Ny all that stuff for that back-to-school event. You were lying, baby. Danger’s face gave it all away. You never included the infants; you just wanted me there.”
They shared a laugh.
“Badder than a muthafucka.” Crown admitted, reminiscing.
“But I loved you for taking the initiative. Then I felt it again when you broke in and sexed me all night. You were deep in me while I gazed into your eyes. You imprinted on me…I imprinted on you. I remember thinking, I wanna spend the rest of my life with this nigga here. But I didn’t tell you because that would’ve made me look easy, so I ignored the shit. ”
They shared another laugh, Crown nodding his head, feeling every word she spoke. The connection between them was deepening even more.
“But I really felt it when Ny was sick, and you brought her meds along with all that other stuff. Then I came here, and you had prepared your entire home for us. I loved you so much that I wanted to live in your skin, Ahmad. Still do.”
Crown chunked up his chin. “Com’ere.”
Like metal to magnet, Nivéa rushed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Crown stared into her eyes, holding her close.
“I got some shit for you. Been waiting for the right moment tonight to give it all to you.” He took another sip from his cup, his eyes sitting low.
“What you have for me, baby?”
Setting the cup down, Crown reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a black custom jewelry box.
Nivéa blushed. “You got me more jewelry?”
She was still trying to get through the rest of the pieces he’d surprised her with after they got married.
He was building her the finest collection, piece by piece.
Her days of shopping at retail stores, trying to catch jewelry on sale only for it to tarnish after about a week, were over.
She was Mrs. Knight now and deserved nothing but the best.
“Open it.”
Nivéa took the box from his hand and slowly lifted the lid. Her mouth fell open. Inside was a dainty diamond choker necklace with rare, soft pink ombré stones, catching the warm glow from the fireplace. Resting beside it was a matching pair of diamond stud earrings.
“Oh my God.”
Crown watched her reaction, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “You like it?”
She looked at him, her eyes shining. “Baby, this is beautiful. You know I love pink. It’s just the perfect size, too. Not too big. I love it so much.”
“Aight, let’s put it on.”
Nivéa turned around in his lap and lifted her hair while Crown carefully removed the necklace from the box. He fastened it around her neck, his fingers lingering against her skin before reaching for the earrings.
When he finished, Nivéa turned back toward him. “Thank you.”
“It’s more where that came from.”
“What else you got for me?”
“Lift up. Let me go get it.” He tapped her thigh and she stood.
Crown headed to the living room, reaching into the closet to pull out a large black garment box tied with a satin ribbon that he had snuck in earlier when he first arrived.
He brought it to the theater room and instructed Nivéa to stand up and open it.
She did as she was told, untied the ribbon, and opened the lid.
Her mouth fell open once again as she pulled the mink coat from the box.
“This is so fire. Shit. How much did this damn thing cost?”
“You ain’t ever gotta worry about a price with me. Undress. Let me see yo’ pretty ass in it.”
Eagerly, Nivéa slipped out of her gown, and Crown draped the floor-length mink coat over her shoulders. The luxurious fabric felt incredible against her skin. She dashed to the stairs, entering their bedroom to admire herself in the mirror, Crown right on her heels.
“You look good, baby.” He told her, leaning against the doorway.
“Don’t I? I can’t wait ’til winter. I’ma fuck these hoes up in this.” Nivéa snickered, spinning around, the coat slipping slightly off her shoulders. “Now I gotta thank you properly.”
“Oh yeah? How you gon’ do that?” Crown stroked his beard, narrowing his gaze.
“You know…” Nivéa blushed as she batted her lashes and slid her hand over her exposed, waxed pussy.
They shared a laugh as Crown licked his lips. Her little pretty ass would keep him young.
“Damn, I was tryna let you make it tonight.” He stared her down, his dick growing inside his pants. “But fuck it. It’s whatever. Wassup?”
Nivéa lifted her hands in the air, as if to say, “Come get me.” The mink slipped lower on her arms, revealing her breasts.
Crown rushed her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her outside onto the terrace, near a wall that provided some privacy.
“Baby, what you doing?” Nivéa asked in his arms, gazing around the darkness of the night in confusion.
“’Bout to make love to my wife underneath the moonlight.”
Before she could say another word, Crown pinned her against the wall with one hand while skillfully sliding his bottoms down with the other. His dick stood straight up, ready to be put inside its forever home. Stacks of cash spilled from his pocket onto the pavement.
“Ahh,” Nivéa moaned as he entered her, her walls suctioning him like a vacuum.
Her entire body ignited from the flames he sparked within her. Clawing at his neck, she surrendered completely, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he sucked on her neck. She could feel the hickey he’d leave behind already.
“Baby, ooooh.” She couldn’t believe they were outside, fucking like this.
Crown was on a mission; in straight beast mode. He was cupping her ass cheeks and slamming into her, making her scream his name into the night air. Nivéa came so hard from the intrusion that her cream soaked his dick and balls, dripping onto the deck beneath them.
“You still trust me, ma?” Crown whispered in her ear as he felt his release rising.
“With my life.”
“Good, ’cause what I’m about to do requires faith in a nigga.”
“What the hell are you about to—”
Before she could finish her question, Crown gripped her waist tightly, never pulling out, and sat her on the terrace railing.
He held her close, protectively, as he continued his deep strokes.
They were about twenty feet up in the air, but Nivéa just went with the flow.
She completely trusted him. With every thrust, she never worried he would drop her.
She knew that if no one else had her, Crown did.
They had rich sex…the kind the rapper Future rapped about.
More money slipped from Crown’s pockets and fluttered onto the terrace, with a few bills falling through the railing.
He didn’t give a fuck about none of it. His pockets wouldn’t dare feel the loss.
Money had never been an issue for a nigga like him.
His focus stayed on his wife, fucking her in the mink that had run him a hundred bands.
With a hooded gaze, Crown stared at Nivéa as her body and diamonds glistened underneath the moon and stars. He studied the way she twisted her nipples with one hand, playing with her breasts that bounced. Pair that with her warmth, and it pushed him even closer to the edge.
“Fuckkkkkk, I’m ’bout to nut all in this pussy.” He pressed his forehead against hers, his jaw tightening.
“Mmmmmm, it’s yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
“Shit,” Crown groaned as he sped up his pace, her cheeks slamming against his balls as his manhood exploded.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he brought Nivéa over to the table.
She was leaking uncontrollably as he spread her legs wide open in the air.
Crown didn’t give a fuck; he ate her pussy, cleaning up the mess they’d made.
But his juicy lips felt so good sucking her clit and lips that Nivéa ended up making another mess shortly after.
That only enticed Crown further; he pushed her ankles to the sides of her face with one hand while eating her ass, using his free hand to stroke himself with her juices he’d collected.
That night, they laid it all out on the table.
Literally. When his jaw finally grew tired, he pulled her to the edge, bent his knees, and entered her.
Together, they moaned in unison, building toward their peaks as Nivéa reached down and strummed her clit.
Once again, her pussy and the sight before Crown weakened him, especially her nails glowing in the darkness.
Grunting like a wild animal, he pulled out, shooting straight ahead…
painting his seeds on her face and breasts.
Being a good girl, she lay perfectly still, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Her new fur caught some strays, but that was fine.
Crown promised her he would take it to his furrier for professional cleaning; it would be good as new.