12. Renza Mensah #4
Sha’Nelle settled against my side and looked out toward the city while we rode through Midtown.
The sun was almost gone now, and the lights from the buildin’s and restaurants was startin’ to come on around us.
People moved on the sidewalks while music drifted from different spots, and for a while, me and Sha’Nelle just sat here enjoyin’ the ride.
I looked down at her and moved some of her hair away from her shoulder.
She turned her face toward me, and I leaned down and kissed her neck.
Her fingers rested against my thigh while I kissed the same spot again. I let my lips stay there longer this time, then sucked on her skin until I felt her lean closer against me.
“Renza, don’t leave no hickies on my neck,” she told me low.
I paused for half a second…
I knew exactly why she ain’t want no damn mark on her neck, and the thought of that nigga seein’ it crossed my mind before I could stop it. I could’ve said somethin’ about his bitch ass right then, but I wasn’t finna fuck up the day we just had by bringin’ his ass into our carriage ride.
That ain’t mean I listened either.
I put my mouth right back on her neck and sucked harder.
“Renza,” she complained as her hand pushed against my chest.
I slid my arm tighter around her waist and kept my mouth against her skin until a soft moan slipped out of her.
I sucked harder, lettin’ my lips stay on that same spot before I dragged my tongue across it slow. I ran the tip of my tongue around her skin in lazy circles, then kissed the spot and sucked on it again while my hand slid around her waist and pulled her deeper into my side.
“Renza,” she complained, pushin’ me again.
I felt that weak ass push and kept right on kissin’ her.
My tongue moved up the side of her neck before I brought it back down, lickin’ slow around the same spot I had been suckin’ on.
I could smell her perfume all over her skin, and every time my lips touched her, I felt her body relax a lil’ more against mine.
“Quit,” she murmured, but there wasn’t much behind that shit when she said it.
I slid my arm tighter around her waist and sucked on her neck again, then opened my mouth over the spot and rolled my tongue across it. Her fingers curled into the front of my shirt, and another soft ass moan slipped out her mouth before she could catch it.
“Mmhhmm,” I hummed against her neck, kissin’ the spot a few more times.
Sha’Nelle’s hand stopped pushin’ against my chest, and her head fell back against my shoulder while I moved my mouth further up her neck. I kissed under her jaw, dragged my tongue back down and sucked on her skin again until I felt her fingers tighten in my shirt. By then, she wasn’t fightin’ shit.
I kissed the big red mark I left on her neck and rubbed my hand slow across her stomach while she stayed laid back against me. Then I turned my face enough to kiss her temple before lookin’ down at her.
“Come here,” I murmured, even though I already had her exactly where I wanted her.
Sha’Nelle looked up at me, and I could see everything she wasn’t sayin’ sittin’ in those damn eyes. I ain’t need her to tell me shit right then ‘cause I felt it too.
We had spent the whole day together, and somewhere between breakfast, walkin’ around Midtown, laughin’ at stupid shit and me keepin’ my hands all over her every chance I got, it had started feelin’ like us again.
I kissed her forehead one more time before lookin’ into her eyes. “Lemme take care of you tonight. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout shit.”
Sha’Nelle stared at me for a few seconds before settlin’ back against my chest, and I left it right there. I ain’t need to push for an answer ‘cause the way she relaxed against me told me enough for right now.
I held her through the rest of the ride while the last of the sunlight disappeared.
Every now and then I kissed her forehead or rubbed my hand along her arm, but mostly I just sat here with her.
I had spent the last four days doin’ everything I could think of to get this woman to give me some of her time, and now I had got a whole damn day.
When the carriage finally circled back around, I climbed out first and reached up for Sha’Nelle. She put her hand in mine, and I helped her down before tippin’ and noddin’ at the driver. Then we walked back toward where we parked.
I kept her hand in mine the whole way.
When we reached the whip, I opened the passenger door and waited while Sha’Nelle got inside. She looked up at me before I closed it, and the way she was lookin’ at me now was completely different from how she had been lookin’ at me when we first left her mama house this mornin’.
I closed her door, walked around and got behind the wheel. By then, the sun was gone.
I started the car and glanced over at Sha’Nelle while she settled into the passenger seat. Her hair was still pushed away from the side of her neck, and that mark I left on her was sittin’ right there where I could see it.
I rubbed my hand across my mouth and pulled away from the curb.
I ain’t ask Sha’Nelle if she was ready to go home ‘cause I wasn’t takin’ her there.
I ain’t have no plans of takin’ her back to her mama house no time soon.