10. Sha’nelle Harper #2
The more time I spent in the house, the more I could see where certain parts of Couture came from. His mama was warm without bein’ all in my business, and she had a way about her that made the house feel comfortable.
Justice had so much personality without sayin’ one word, and every time somebody said somethin’ funny, his face would light up before he started makin’ those happy sounds again.
At one point while I was helpin’ Ms. Emoree with the food, I happened to look over and caught Couture watchin’ me.
He ain’t say nothin’ or try to jump in the conversation.
He was just sittin’ there with Justice, lookin’ at me with this lil’ smile on his face that made me wonder how long he had been starin’.
I smiled at him and shook my head before turnin’ my attention back to what I was doin’. A few minutes later, I felt his hand touch the small of my back as he passed behind me. He leaned down, kissed my cheek and kept movin’ without interruptin’ me and his mama.
I had gotten so used to those lil’ gestures that I ain’t think much about ‘em until I was standin’ in his mama’s kitchen and realized she was probably watchin’ how her son treated me too.
When I glanced back over, Couture had already made his way back to Justice, and I smiled to myself before I went right back to helpin’ Ms. Emoree.
Once the food was ready, we all sat around the table, with Justice positioned comfortably with us. Ms. Emoree helped him with what he needed, and Couture stepped in naturally too.
After we ate, we stayed around the table for a while, and I ended up sittin’ closer to Justice. He had been all smiles since we got here, and by then I had figured out enough of his expressions to know when somethin’ had his attention.
“You enjoyed your food?” I asked him, lookin’ at his face as I spoke to him.
Justice smiled and made a happy sound, and I smiled right back at him. “I know you did. I saw you over here eatin’ good.”
His eyes stayed on me, and I reached over to gently wipe a lil’ spot from the corner of his mouth. The smile he gave me afterward was so sweet that I couldn’t help myself from leanin’ closer.
“You know, Justice… You a pretty cool dude, you know that?”
He smiled even bigger, and that alone had me cheesin’ right along with him.
I talked to him the same way I would any other eleven year old, and even though he couldn’t answer me with words, he definitely knew how to let me know when he was enjoyin’ himself. His whole face spoke for him, especially those eyes and that big smile.
Couture was sittin’ nearby watchin’ us. Every now and then, I would catch him lookin’ at me, and I could tell he was happy that two people he cared about was gettin’ along.
The more Justice smiled at me, the more my heart warmed toward him.
I hated what happened to his mama, and I hated even more that what was done to her had affected him before he ever got a chance to be born.
Still, sittin’ here with him made me see Justice for exactly who he was instead of only thinkin’ about what happened to him.
He was sweet, handsome and clearly loved, and I was happy Couture had brought me here to meet him.
For a moment, I forgot about Trill-Land, Renza, and all the complicated shit I had been carryin’ around with me. I was just sittin’ at the table with Couture and his family, laughin’ with an eleven year old boy who had one of the sweetest spirits I had ever seen.
Every now and then, though, I would look at Justice and think about Janira.
Knowin’ his mama was only twenty five years old and pregnant with him when somebody who was supposed to love her took her life just ain’t sit right with me.
That shit bothered me, and it also made all those times Renza threatened Couture sit different in my head.
Couture had already lost his sister ‘cause a man who claimed to love her decided violence was the answer. I couldn’t even imagine what it would do to this family if some bullshit I was caught in brought more of that to their door.
I looked across the table at Couture while he wiped Justice’s mouth, talkin’ to him. Justice smiled at him, and Couture leaned over to kiss his forehead.
I looked away and rubbed my lips together.
Yeah, I had some shit to figure out…
By the time we got ready to leave, it felt like we had been here longer than we actually had. I hugged Ms. Emoree and thanked her for havin’ me over, and she hugged me back before tellin’ me I was welcome anytime. Then I walked over to Justice.
“I’m leavin’, handsome,” I told him, bendin’ down beside him again. “You better remember me next time I come over here too.”
He smiled at me, and I rubbed his hand before leanin’ in to kiss his cheek.
Couture hugged his mama and kissed her cheek, then went over to Justice. He wrapped his nephew in a hug, kissed him and told him he loved him before we finally headed outside.
When we reached the car, Couture opened my door for me and waited until I got inside before closin’ it. I watched him walk around the front of the car, and when he climbed behind the wheel, I was still lookin’ at him.
He caught me starin’. “Wussup baby?”
I smiled and turned toward him. “Yo’ mama and Justice are some beautiful people. Forreal. They both sweet as hell, and yo’ nephew done stole my heart already.”
Couture’s expression softened while he listened to me.
“I see where you get it from,” I added, rubbin’ my hand across the side of his face. “You got some good people, baby.”
Couture reached for me and pulled me across the console, wrappin’ his arm around my waist before kissin’ me. I kissed him back, slidin’ my hand around the back of his neck while his mouth moved against mine.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from mine, he kept his forehead close to mine.
“Thank you, baby. That mean a lot comin’ from you.”
“You’re welcome,” I told him, rubbin’ the back of his neck before sittin’ back in my seat.
Couture started the car, then reached over and grabbed my hand before pullin’ away from the curb.
I looked out the window while my fingers stayed locked with his, and for once, I ain’t feel like makin’ excuses for myself or tryna figure out which man made me feel what.
All I knew was that Couture had just opened up another part of his life to me, and I ain’t take that shit lightly.
Whenever I got back home, I needed to buckle down and figure out what the fuck I was really doin’, ‘cause Couture wasn’t playin’ with me.
He was showin’ me that in every way that mattered, and if I was gon’ keep holdin’ this man’s hand while he made room for me in his life, then I needed to make damn sure I wasn’t bringin’ no mess into it that he ain’t deserve.
“Fuck, baby,” Couture moaned while I rode his dick slow.
While he laid on his back on the bed, I had my palms pressed into his chest, draggin’ my hips back and forth on him while I watched his face.
Every time I rolled my hips forward, I could feel him push his dick deeper inside me, and the way his hands stayed gripped around my ass let me know he was enjoyin’ every second of it.
“It feel good, baby?” I asked before lettin’ out a moan when I rocked forward again.
“Hell yeah, baby, it feel good,” he moaned back while rubbin’ my ass in slow circles and bitin’ down on his bottom lip.
I bit mine too and kept rollin’ my hips before I started bouncin’ up and down on his dick. I could tell this pussy was really gettin’ to him ‘cause his brows pulled together and that small vein started poppin’ up in the middle of his forehead while he watched me ride him.
“Yeah, baby,” Couture moaned while his hands moved with me, grippin’ my ass every time I dropped back down on him.
The longer I rode his dick, the wetter I got, and now my pussy was makin’ all kinda slick sounds every time I moved. Between that, Couture moanin’ underneath me and the way his dick kept hittin’ inside me, I could feel myself about to cum all over him.
“Baby…” Couture moaned as his hands tightened around my hips and he pushed his dick deeper inside me.
“Yes, baby?” I moaned back, draggin’ my ass harder against him before liftin’ myself and droppin’ back down until my ass bounced against his balls.
This shit was startin’ to feel too damn good, and once I felt that familiar pressure buildin’ between my legs, I stopped thinkin’ about everything except catchin’ my nut.
I started bouncin’ harder, tryna keep the same angle ‘cause I knew if I stayed right here long enough, I was gon’ cum all over his dick.
“I’m ‘bout to cum,” Couture moaned as he pushed deeper inside me.
“Wait, baby… let me cum on this dick first,” I moaned as I rode him faster and harder, tryna catch my damn nut before he got his.
I could feel my orgasm startin’ to build, and that was the only thing I could think about in the moment. My thighs was burnin’ from ridin’ him, my pussy was soaked, and every time I came down on him, I felt myself gettin’ closer.
“Fuck!” I cried while I kept movin’, tryna get there, but it seemed like the harder I chased the damn shit, the further away it got.
I ain’t know if it was ‘cause I knew Couture was about to cum or what, but once he said it, part of my mind started focusin’ on him instead of what my own body was doin’.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed sex with Couture, but if this nigga said he was cumin’, he meant that shit.
There wasn’t no hold on, give me another minute or let me get you there first. And dependin’ on how hard he came, that shit could turn into a one and done situation real quick.
I bounced harder anyway, determined to beat his ass to it, and right when I felt myself finally gettin’ close again, Couture grabbed my waist and lifted me off him. Before I could even process what the hell was happenin’, he wrapped his hand around his dick, stroked it a few times and came hard.
“Shit!” he growled as he kept strokin’ through it.
“I was almost thereeee!” I cried, lookin’ down at him like I couldn’t believe this nigga had really beat me to my own damn orgasm.