Chapter 7 #2
Sleep came easily for me, and I ended up sleeping until after three o'clock.
I got up and took a quick shower, wanting to wash the day off of me.
I had no idea what I wanted to put on, but I wanted to look good and comfortable too.
I settled on a gray cotton dress I bought from SHEIN two months ago, spritzing on some of my watermelon perfume.
Now, I needed to get to cooking the seafood boil.
I felt recharged and ready to see what Nash and I would be up to when he got here later.
A knock came at my door three hours later, causing me to put down the knife I held.
I was about to cut up an onion. I ambled out of the kitchen and across my living room carpeted floor to the door.
I was greeted with a smile when I opened the door for Nash.
He had a gift bag in his hand, causing me to lift an eyebrow.
I moved aside to let him in. He came in and pulled me into his arms, dropping a kiss on my cheek. I loved how he was affectionate.
“Damn, you smell good enough to eat.”
I shivered at Nash’s words as my coochie throbbed. If he kept saying things like that to me, I’d tell him to do it.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked him when he pulled away from me. Closing the door, I turned my attention to him.
Nash pulled out a pair of boxing gloves, causing me to smack my lips. He thought it was so funny, pressing his lips together to keep from laughing.
“Now, why?” I tilted my head to the side and studied him.
“You should already know. You were beating the hell out of that punching bag yesterday. Smoke came from the gloves you had on, so I bought you your own pair.” He put the gloves back in the bag.
As much as I tried to keep a straight face, I burst out into laughter, and he joined in.
“I can’t stand you right now.”
“It’s all good. I got you something else too.” Nash went into the bag again and pulled out a bottle of wine. Once he showed me that, he put it back in the bag with the gloves and handed it to me. I happily took it.
I poked my bottom lip out. “Aww, thanks so much. And thanks for the boxing gloves. Are you going to be my workout partner?”
Nash’s eyes darkened as he raked his eyes down my body. “Oh yeah? I’ll for sure be your partner. Something smells good in here. Are you making a seafood boil?” He widened his eyes with excitement. That had me walking up to him, taking us both by surprise, to kiss his lips gently.
“Yes. I’m making a seafood boil. Since this is our first at-home date, I said I’ll cook something. What better way to do it than to have a seafood boil? It’s something both of us love.”
“Yeah. You’re right. Do you need help with anything?”
I shook my head and walked toward the kitchen with him on my trail. “No. I got it.” It would take me a while to drink the wine, since I wasn’t a big drinker. It’d probably be an occasion wine to drink when I was with him.
“I’ll just sit here and talk to you then.” He sat down at the island and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
“I’m fine with that.” I put the wine in the refrigerator and went to wash my hands at the sink. “What did you do after we got off the phone?”
“I took a nap. I hope you did the same.”
I nodded and went back to cutting the onions for the butter sauce I’d be making. While I cooked, we made small talk. Nash even got up and fixed us a glass of wine. He’d come close to me, letting his middle touch my ass. The feeling had aroused me to the point that my panties were wet.
“What the hell?” he mumbled and jumped up.
I turned to see what his problem was. Pinks came into the kitchen and stood near the kitchen island where he was.
I giggled. “That’s Pinks. She’s just coming to be nosy. She knows she’s not supposed to be in my kitchen. Go back in the room, Pinks.”
She lifted her head to look up at me and turned away. I shook my head at her.
Nash reclaimed his seat. “Oh, wow. You have her trained.”
“It took time, but yes.”
By the time we sat down to eat, I was famished.
I hoped Nashton liked my cooking. Although it tasted good to me, I had no idea if he’d like it too.
He grabbed my hand in his, and we bowed our heads for me to bless the food.
Once the food was blessed, I opened my bag, my mouth watering from all the seasons that hit my nose at once.
“I hope you like it,” I rushed to say when he picked up a shrimp to peel.
He winked. “I’m sure I will. Everything looks good, by the way.”
I beamed with my heart in my throat. “Thank you!”
I wasn’t about to touch my food until he told me what he thought of it.
I have never been as nervous as I am right now for someone to try my food.
My stomach growled, letting me know I needed to eat something.
Nash popped the shrimp into his mouth and chewed slowly.
I wondered if he knew I watched him with anticipation.
He needed to hurry and tell me what he thought of the food.
“What do you think?” I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask.
He lifted his eyes to meet mine and smirked. “Baby, I only ate one thing. Gimme time.”
Nash had a point, but I was eager to know. I sighed with relief and started eating my food. I guess I had to wait to see what he thought. We ate in silence for a while, and it killed me. I was never the type to be impatient, but damn, he should know if he liked it or not.
“You can stop worrying. It’s good,” Nash stated.
I dropped my head and picked it back up. “I wasn’t worried,” I mumbled, knowing that was a lie.
He reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth. “Yeah, if you say so. You shouldn’t doubt what you do. If you said you cooked the hell out of your food, stand on it.”
“The thing is… just because I think my food is good doesn’t mean everyone else will think that too.”
“I like it. You did an amazing job. Now, one of these days, you need to taste mine.”
I smiled at him. “I’m down for that.”
After we had finished eating, we moved into the living room with our glasses of wine. We sat down on the couch, and I reached for the remote that was on the coffee table.
“What do you want to watch?” I asked Nash.
“Since this is our first home date, let’s do a Harry Potter movie.”
I beamed happily, never not happy to watch a Harry Potter movie. We snuggled together while sipping our wine. Nash reached out and caressed my thigh. It felt too good. I tried not to moan from having his hands on me, but it was impossible not to.
Nash leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You gotta stop with the moaning, beautiful. It’s turning me on.”
I pressed my lips together to keep the moans at bay, but even that was hard. His hand was slowly making its way to my inner thighs. Why did my horny ass open my legs wider for him to feel the heat between them? He opened them a little wider and settled his hand between my legs.
“I can feel your wetness through your panties. Do you want me?” he asked.
There was no need to deny it since I wanted Nash... too damn much. It had been too long since a man had touched me in an intimate way. I’d be eating this up. Plus, Nash’s hand felt too good on my skin.
“I don’t think you’re ready for this dick just yet, but I want to make you feel good. You’ve been through a lot lately and need a stress reliever. Can I give you the release you need?”
That was something he didn’t even have to ask me. Nashton could do anything he wanted to do to me.
I gave a weak nod, knowing I wanted to nod like I was a damn fool.
He reached for my drink and put it on the coffee table along with his.
He then turned to me and lowered his lips to mine, and my eyes closed out of habit.
I felt breathless even though I knew what was about to take place.
He had me feeling like it was my first time all over again.
Nash lowered me until my back touched the cushion of the couch.
As much as I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, I didn’t.
All too soon, he pulled his lips from mine.
His eyes raked up and down my body, causing me to shudder and bite down on my bottom lip.
From that look alone, I wanted him to make love to me like no other man had before.
“Even without seeing you naked, your body looks amazing. You’re amazing, baby. Can I undress you?”
“Please stop asking and just do it,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to, but if he didn’t take care of me, I felt like I’d lose it.
Nash chuckled. “I gotta make sure.”
I sat up. “Let me help you speed the process up.” I pulled the dress up and over my head and dropped it to the floor.
He chuckled, licking his heart-shaped lips. “I see you’re ready.”
I looked him straight in his eyes and said, “I’ve been ready for a long time.”
“Oh, word. I won’t keep you waiting any longer than. Lie back down.”
I did what he told me to do and laid back down.
My heart beat furiously in my chest from the excitement I felt.
Nash’s body covered mine again as he stared me in my eyes.
Before his lips could touch mine, my eyes fluttered closed.
His lips softly touched mine, causing me to gasp, which caused him to slip his tongue in my mouth, and I sucked on it.
He groaned and deepened the kiss. My arms went around his neck, holding him close to me.
I opened my legs wider to feel the thickness of Nash’s third leg.
My gawd, it was thick and hard too. He might split me in two, but at least I’d die happy.
“You’re addictive, beautiful,” he whispered and dropped a kiss on both of my cheeks.
Nash continued to kiss down my body. His tongue glided across my neck, causing moans to slip out of my mouth.
When he got to my breasts, he gave both nipples the same treatment.
A sensational feeling coursed through my body at the pleasure I felt.
From his mouth alone on my body, I could have an orgasm.
He placed kisses on my stomach, causing flutters to flow through my body.
I balled my fists at my side and bit down on my bottom lip.
Nash took me through something that had my body going up in flames.
“Nash,” I whispered his name when he continued his torture on my skin.
“Say my name again,” he whispered, hiking my legs onto his shoulders.
I had no problems repeating his name. When I did, Nash ripped my panties off my body.
I gasped as my eyes widened. He only smirked and winked at me before he blew on my pussy.
I dropped my head back on the couch and swiped my tongue across my bottom lip.
I was glad to have shaved my pussy earlier this week. Now it was as bald as a man’s head.
“You have a pretty pussy,” he complimented.
I blushed, unable to control it, before I laughed lightly. “Thank you.”
He wasted no time kissing my flesh before he sucked it into his mouth. Hot flash heat coursed through my body as I cried out. He licked and sucked my clit slowly, taking me through something I’d never been through before. This was the way a man was supposed to eat a woman’s pussy.
“Ahhh!” I cried out when his fingers pushed deeply inside of me.
Nash stroked me with his fingers while he ate at my flesh. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. Chills ran through my body, causing me to move with him. He picked up his pace with his finger movement. Yeah, I wasn’t about to last.
“Yes! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned over and over. “Please don’t stop.” I held on to his head, making sure he didn’t move.
He kept going and going. I screamed out my orgasm as my body arched off the couch. Pleasure tore through me, causing my head to spin.
“Ohhh, Nash,” I moaned as tears leaked from my eyes. That was too damn powerful.
He climbed back on top of me and popped a kiss on my lips. I moaned and deepened the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
“That was amazing,” I mumbled when we pulled away from each other.
Nash smiled and pecked my lips again. “There is much more where that came from.”
I only moaned and closed my eyes, needing to rest my eyes for a few minutes. That orgasm had taken a lot out of me.
“Go ahead and rest. I’ll still be here when you wake up,” Nash assured me.
That was all I needed him to say before I was pulled into a deep slumber.