16. The Most Beautiful Gift
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIFT
K ayn
I had just gotten out of the shower the next afternoon when Kandi came into the bedroom. I had been outside working up a sweat by chopping firewood. Uncle JR had taught me early on to take out my frustrations with an ax. It worked too.
“Looks like you had fun,” I greeted as she lifted her arms with several bags in glee.
Although we couldn’t drive anywhere, Mistletoe Falls was small enough to walk anywhere you wanted to go. Because it was a tourist town in the winter, there were lots of gift shops with specialty items and high-end items that catered to wealthier tourists.
“I did. Your Black Card may be a little red from abuse,” she confessed with a giggle.
I had given her my Black Card because it was imperative we keep up appearances for my family’s sake. Although there was no limit on the card, Kandi had asked me to give her one. I refused to do that, but I knew she would be responsible.
I took my hand towel and dried my hair as I asked, “Did you get some things for your family?”
“And yours too!” she exclaimed excitedly as she set the bags on the bed and began going through them.
I watched as she pulled out gift after gift, explaining that the saltwater pearls were for Aunt Frances and the new fishing equipment was for Uncle JR. She had purchased a chess set for Byron, a James Patterson autographed book for Chauncey, and a Chanel handbag for Myra.
She had even purchased gifts for Olivia and the twins.
My heart exploded because most women would have taken that card and thought only of themselves. If they thought beyond their wants, they would have thought about their friends or family, but not that nigga’s family.
Kandi was more than an executive assistant to me. She truly had stepped into the role of a wife, thinking about and caring for every aspect of my life. She made me feel like I mattered to her, and no other woman had ever done that before.
“Most of them have been wrapped already, but not all. Either way, I’ll put your name on them so they can know they’re from you.”
“Put your name on there too.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t even think about getting them gifts.
It’s been so long since I purchased a gift for anyone, Kandi, that I wouldn’t have known where to start.
You were thoughtful, and I appreciate that shit.
No one’s ever cared enough to take care of the shit that matters to me, but you did.
I may not act like it, but they matter to me,” I explained, pointing downstairs.
She smiled up at me and replied. “I always will care, Kayn.”
Those words touched me in a place that I kept carefully guarded. I didn’t fuck around about my heart. Early in life, I’d learned that I had to guard it, but Kandi’s words and actions were finding their way inside of it.
I extended my hand and rubbed the backs of my fingers down her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled, pressing into my touch.
“I want you, Kayn, but I want you to know that I understand your reservations. I would never do anything to harm you, and I would never regret you. Just so you know.”
When she turned her face and kissed my fingers, I had to let her know that she mattered to me. I cupped her chin and turned her back to face me.
“All I’ve wanted since I first kissed you is you, Kandi. Don’t get it twisted. My reservations have nothing to do with my desire. It’s all about protecting you because I do care about you, and I know I’ll hurt you.”
“I don’t think you will.”
“If I have you, shit ain’t ever gon’ be the same.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
Slowly, I lowered my head and took possession of her lips.
Kandi’s hands pressed into my back. Her fingers were warm, delicate, and soft. It was as though she was trying to memorize every muscle and ripple in my back. When she slid them down again, she squeezed my ass cheeks through the towel wrapped around my waist.
“Hey, you don’t do that to me. I do that shit to you.”
She giggled, and I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her giggles and stealing her breath. She allowed me to slide my tongue inside. Her moans and the way she kissed me in return were greedy and eager.
“Who’s here?” I asked when I finished kissing her.
“No one. When we got back, your aunt dragged your uncle out for lunch at the diner. Olivia and Byron said they needed to go back to the house and pick up a few items, which prompted Myra to ask Chauncey to walk with her to her house too.”
“And the twins?”
“Down the street at their friend’s house playing video games.”
“And I have you all to myself?”
She nodded eagerly. My hand went to her sweater, and I tugged at the hem of it.
Kandi wiggled and shifted around so that I could pull it up. I tugged and tugged until I pulled it over her head. My fingers brushed her nipples through the lace of her bra, and she moaned in my mouth.
I briefly wondered what it would be like to taste every part of her body. Was she sweet like her name? I had a feeling that she was and that I wouldn’t be disappointed when I finally got my first taste of her.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between my legs. My fingers ran over one breast and then the other one before I latched on to her left nipple. My eyes fluttered closed at the sweet taste of her in my mouth. Her bodywash not only smelled like honey, but it also tasted like honey.
Kandi’s hands grabbed my head and held it tight, securing me against her. I scraped my teeth against her hard nipple, and she moaned and arched her back. I sucked them desperately.
She pulled back from me long enough to remove her bra, jeans, tights, panties, and socks. When she stood before me in all her amber beauty, I just stared at her body for a long time. She was so beautiful, a perfectly handcrafted gift made just for me from the Master’s hands.
I wasn’t a religious man, but I was deeply spiritual. I knew Almighty God was the only one who kept me safe in the streets during those early years, just like I knew that He led Kandi to my door.
“Do you know what I’m about to do to you?”
“I hope it’s what I’ve been fantasizing about for a long time.”
“How long?”
“Since the day I first saw you.”
Kandi moved to her purse and grabbed it. I figured she was getting some condoms, but she pulled out her phone instead. I frowned at her and asked, “What’re you doing?”
“You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” she answered and turned the phone to me.
She was showing me her stats. I moved and did the same. When we put our phones away, I pulled her to me. Thoughts of STD tests, sexual harassment, and condoms flowed out of my mind when I caught her up in my arms. I kissed away every doubt and concern that either of us had.
When I sat on the edge of the bed, Kandi reached down and jerked my towel away. She grabbed my dick firmly in her hand and spread her legs over my thighs. Slowly, she slid down the length of my dick but pushed back up.
“Kayn, it hurts.”
“You trust me?”
She nodded.
I flipped her over onto the bed and placed my hand between her thighs.
She was wet as fuck, so that wasn’t a problem.
She just needed to relax. I kneeled and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
My fingers worked her over while my lips pleasured her clit.
Expertly using my tongue and lips to satisfy her body’s needs, I added my fingers to the mix, pleasing her until she orgasmed.
“Kayn,” she whispered and reached for my hand.
I crawled on the bed with her and maneuvered between her thighs. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back as I lowered my head to kiss her.
“Why do you have all these tattoos?”
“Shh. Let me please you.”
I worked my way inside of her tight wetness and basked in how she cocooned around me. As I thrust deeper, she rocked up to meet my every movement.
Everything that I was doing was wrong, and I knew that I would regret it later. But for the moment, I indulged myself in the most beautiful gift Kandi could gift me—herself.