Chapter 20
Alijah
Two Weeks Later . . .
“There’ll never be a better love,” I sing in Deshona’s ear as we sway from side to side.
Today is the first day of my attempt to redo Deshona’s failed birthday because of my illness.
I could have kicked my own ass for not paying attention to the weather forecast. Getting sick fucked up my plans and had me on my ass for over a week.
I felt bad about letting Deshona down, but I also confirmed my love for her during that time.
Deshona never once complained about my inconveniencing her special day.
For that, this weekend is all about me showing her how much I appreciate her selfless actions.
“Hmm.” Deshona hums as she tightens her grip around my waist.
We’re at Serenades of Midnight because their reviews, when I was searching for a grown-and-sexy atmosphere, automatically pulled me in.
The old-school rhythm and blues music that’s been playing since we got here lets me know this won’t be the last time Deshona and I come here.
I continue serenading Deshona along with the live band that’s performing, before I twirl her as we head back to our table when the song ends.
Deshona slides into the booth, and I slide in beside her as her stomach growls loudly.
“Oh damn. Let me find somebody so I can feed you.” I laugh.
Deshona covers her mouth as she giggles, and embarrassment flashes in her eyes.
“Embarrassment looks cute on you,” I tease.
“Stop it. I was gonna tell you I was hungry, but you thankfully cut our slow gliding around the floor.”
“You should have said something. We would have eaten and then danced. Now you got me out here continuing to mistreat you for your birthday. Lord, I’m never gonna live this down.” I hang my head, pull my phone out, and subtly send a text.
“It’s really not that serious. You brought me to this spot, and it’s a good vibe.”
“Good evening, folks. I hear tonight is a special celebration,” a male voice says before I can reply to Deshona as her eyes stretch, and I smile before turning to see the owner.
“Wh-what’s this?” Deshona asks.
The owner is holding a round cake with sparklers coming out of it, and three other employees walk up with smiles on their faces.
“We just wanted to pay homage to another year of your birth,” the owner says, counting to three.
Then the owner, his employees, and I sing an upbeat rendition of Happy Birthday as Deshona leans into me. By the time we’re done singing, the entire room of people claps, whistles, and echoes Happy Birthday.
“Thank you for celebrating with us. Your server will be back with your food,” the owner says and walks off.
“Wait. What food?”
“I ordered several things from the menu when I made arrangements for tonight.”
“Damn, I love you,” Deshona says with a smile that speeds up my heart rate.
“I love your little ass too, mama.”
While Deshona’s birthday debacle isn’t my fault, I want to at least create a better memory than the fact that she took care of me on her special day. I can only hope that this is a start.
“So, did you have a good night?” I ask as we drive back to our apartment.
Deshona smiles wide as she caresses my hand. “Yes, I did. I think you should let go of the idea of fixing my birthday, though. You can’t help it that you were sick on the day.”
“Maybe not. But you ain’t about to hold that shit over my head in the future.”
“I really enjoyed myself and appreciate you.”
“Good. But enough about all of that. We’re about to finish what you started, right?”
I take my eyes off the road so I can see Deshona’s reaction. We went to dinner, and Deshona had my dick hard as a brick all night, thanks to her roaming hand.
“Damn right I am.” Deshona licks her lips seductively, and my dick twitches in reaction.
Letting go of my hand, she leans forward and unsnaps her bra, and I have to grip the wheel tighter so I don’t swerve into the next lane. Once that’s complete, Deshona slowly removes the straps then puts the bra in her purse. Then she eases her pants down before removing her panties.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Preventing delays.”
God must be on my side because I’m able to avoid red lights, police, or anything else that could delay our arrival at the garage.
“I like the sound of that,” comes my husky reply as I tightly grip the steering wheel before whipping the vehicle into a spot fast enough to cause whiplash.
“Something wrong?” She seductively bats her lashes.
Instead of answering, I put the car in park and quickly get out. I run over to Deshona’s side of the car and open the door. “Hold on.” I pick her up bridal style and quickly head to the bank of elevators.
Thankfully, it opens as soon as I press the button, and I walk on before I press our floor. My heart beats wildly, and the vein in my neck pulses. It takes us no time to reach and enter our apartment before my hormones shift me into a heated frenzy.
“A-Alijah, w-we.” Deshona stutters as I haphazardly tear the clothes from her body. Once she’s completely naked, I take the closest nipple in my mouth and suck hard.
“O-oh, my God. Ali-Alijah.”
“I’m right here, baby.”
I release her nipple and move to the other one to give it the same attention.
I spend countless minutes on her breasts before I desire more of her.
I drop to my knees and spread her legs wide.
Then I stick my tongue in Deshona’s wet pussy and suck until my chin drips with her juices.
I lick and slurp until she pulls my head down to the point of suffocation.
My dick is hard and jerks like it’s begging for his turn in the mix.
“Mm. I—I nee-need you,” Deshona moans throatily.
I release her pussy and move to stand before I pull her toward the back of the apartment.
Since my bedroom is first, I guide Deshona into the room and gently lay her on my bed.
No words are exchanged as I climb on the bed, kissing my way to the top.
When I reach Deshona’s lips, I kiss her with enough passion to heat us both from the inside out.
“Mm.” I moan as Deshona wraps her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist, signaling her readiness for the next phase.
A chuckle falls from my mouth before the warmth of Deshona’s pussy calls to my dick like a siren.
I slide my dick into her pussy as her warmth surrounds me in comfort, pleasure, and endless heat.
For a second, I simply stare into Deshona’s eyes as I take in the moment.
But my little minx isn’t interested in going slow as her hips move from below me.
“Eager, aren’t we? I got you, though.”
“Ahh.” Deshona whimpers as my strokes become purposeful yet never change the slow rhythm I want to start off with. “You feel good.”
The sounds of our coupling make it hard to keep my eyes open. The feeling is euphoric, new, and something I want to bottle up to recreate every time we have sex.
“I feel it too, baby,” I grumble as my inner muscles tighten from my fast-approaching release.
“Ooh.” Deshona moans as her thighs and walls tighten, which tells me her release is coming.
“That’s it, give it to me.” I kiss her sweetly.
“Ohh.” Deshona cries, biting her lip with her eyes shut tight.
“Uh-huh. Give me my reward.”
Those words are like a silent command, as minutes later, Deshona wails like a wounded kitten as her body shakes uncontrollably.
“That’s it, mama.” My words are strained, courtesy of my release that rushes forward on the heels of Deshona’s orgasm.
With my heavy eyes on Deshona and her lazy ones on me, I express the sentiments of my heart. “I love you, Deshona.”
I smirk when Deshona’s mouth forms an O as it hangs open, and her eyes fill with unshed tears.
Her hands tighten around my neck as I lean in and kiss her lips.
My heart rate increases, and I feel like this woman will be the last one I’ll ever have to use those words with.
I feel complete because this moment feels like I’ve finally found my forever.
I think I love you too.
I snuggle the warm body pressed against my dick as the faint statement from sometime last night or early this morning reenters my mind.
The cheesy grin I have is evidence of that.
It also makes my plans for continuing her late birthday festivities more meaningful.
If I have it my way, Deshona will be catching up with me in no time.
I kiss the back of her head and exit the bed.
I head to the bathroom and start the shower once I’ve taken my morning piss. Then I return to the room to coax Deshona awake. Our plans don’t allow her to sleep in, regardless of how late we went to bed. I kiss her face several times before I remove the blankets from her naked body.
“Nooo.” Deshona whines before she pulls the pillow from under her and covers her face.
“Come on, mama. We gotta move.”
“But I’m sleepy.”
“Then I guess you shouldn’t have been riding my dick until the wee hours of the morning. Chop-chop. I got the shower running for us.” With a smirk on my lips, I assist her to her feet and walk us out of the room.
Deshona and I manage to get through the shower without incident or sex. Once we’re dressed, I lead Deshona to the kitchen where a gift bag sits on the island with her name on it.
“Ooh. What did you get me?”
“Open it and see,” I tell her.
Deshona wastes no time as she tears into the bag and pulls out the first thing before she turns to me with uncertainty in her eyes.
“There’s more,” I say before I nod toward the bag.
She places the box of colored pencils next to the bag and sticks her hand back inside and pulls out the next item.
“Ooh. H-how . . . who made this? It’s so cool.”
Deshona holds up the coloring book, customized with her on the cover, featuring the name “Temptation Deshona.”
“I got in touch with the owner of The Q Suites, and she worked her magic.”
“Wow. This is nice.” Her eyes are on the book as she flips through the pages of the coloring book I had curated with her in mind.
Thankfully, the owner of The Q Suites, Mrs. Quintyne, is fast, or I might not have been able to pull off this particular part of my birthday plans. But it’s been in motion since I saw that Deshona likes to color.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I do. Can we color later? I’ll let you use one of my other ones.”
I smirk because I already knew Deshona would make this request. But for her happiness, I’m willing to make myself uncomfortable.
“I already knew it was coming. We’ll see if there’s time. If not today, then tomorrow.” There’s one more thing in the bag though.”
Deshona’s smile reaches her eyes as she digs her hand in the bag until she pulls out the last item.
“Oh my goodness. You’re awesome. A two-hundred-dollar gift card for DD’s Books.”
“Mm-hmm. Now you can go stock up on all the smut you want.”
DD’s Books is a Black-owned bookstore here in Kaigood. I saw Deshona on their website not long ago, so it was only right that I got her a gift card to shop.
“You’re the best, bae.” Deshona runs into me, which catches me off guard, and I wrap my arms around her.
My plans for her birthday changed after I got sick because I wanted to make Deshona feel seen and loved in a way no one has done for her before. Dinner is great, but it’s common. Doing something meaningful and with purpose felt more like the vibe I needed to shoot for.
“Alright, we gotta bounce so we’re not late.” I kiss Deshona’s forehead and then disconnect our bodies.
Then I go to the fridge and remove the small wicker basket I prepared after Deshona fell asleep.
Before we walk out the door, I also grab the blanket I bought specifically for today.
Deshona and I are on our way to today’s destination within ten minutes as she holds my hand lovingly while she caresses my fingers.
To distract myself from nerves, I sing along to the song on the radio.
It’s not even a song I like, but I sing anyway.
“Oh, wow. There are a lot of people here. What’s going on?”
I pull into the entrance of Willow Pines Metro Park in search of somewhere to park. Instead of answering Deshona, I pull into a spot and exit before I open the back door to grab the basket and blanket. With them secure, I move to the passenger side and assist her out of the vehicle.
“What are we doing here?”
“Afternoon matinee. I figured we could do some public boo-loving and shit.”
“Ooh. I like the sound of this. I love a thoughtful and innovative birthday celebration. You did good, bae.”
Deshona smirks before she interlocks our hands as we head toward the area where several back-to-back sappy chick flicks will be featured for the afternoon.
I couldn't care less about the movies playing or the other couples who will be here. But my woman enjoys Netflix and chill, so I figured this would be something else she could hold close to her heart. Some vendors offer a wide range of food items if Deshona desires something beyond what I packed. With Deshona’s hand in my free one, I lead us to an open space near the projector-like screen that’s set up on the lawn.
People are scattered around the area, yet it still feels intimate, which makes me smile.
Today is about to be something Deshona and I talk about for years to come.