Chapter 24
Greystone City
Two weeks later…
Tonight, I was in my zone, sittin’ back in the section with my legs crossed and one hand wrapped around my glass while the other rested on Couture’s thigh.
The whole room had that low, dim lightin’ that made everything feel softer, more intimate and the band on stage was playin’ nothin’ but smooth R&B that had the whole room locked in.
It wasn’t loud in a chaotic way, but was loud where the music wrapped around you, where you could still hear yourself think but you wasn’t really tryin’ to.
I had on this black dress that hugged every inch of me, the slit runnin’ up my thigh just enough to show off my leg every time I shifted next to Couture.
My heels had me sittin’ right, posture up and body sittin’ exactly how it was supposed to.
I knew I looked good, but the way Couture kept glancin’ at me throughout the night made it hit a lil’ different.
He was dressed in all black too, and very well put together. He had on a fitted button-down, a couple buttons open at the top, showin’ just enough of his chest while his chain rested against his skin. His pants sat right on him, tailored clean, and his shoes was simple but sharp.
His waves was brushed down fresh, his beard lined up perfect, and when he leaned in close, his cologne hit me all over again. It was warm and rich in a way that matched the whole vibe of the night. Everything about him fit the settin’.
These past almost three weeks with Couture had been… easy.
That’s the only way I could really explain it and even though I hadn’t mentioned anything about establishin’ an actual relationship with him, shit just flowed.
He wasn’t one of them men that made you question where you stood or had you sittin’ around waitin’ on a text that might not come.
He stayed on me in a way that felt natural, callin’ me when he got a break, textin’ me just to check in, pullin’ up on me on my lunch break when he had time and when we was together, his attention stayed right where it needed to be.
We laughed a lot, and that was my favorite part.
I’d be talkin’ my shit, just runnin’ my mouth how I do, and he’d sit there with that low laugh, shakin’ his head at me like I was somethin’ he couldn’t quite figure out but loved it at the same time.
Even when I got loud, even when I got extra, he ain’t never try to tone me down.
He just met me where I was and let me be me.
I took a slow sip of my drink, smilin’ to myself as I shifted a lil’ closer to him, my thigh pressin’ against his. This man knew what he was doin’, and he took his time with me in a way that made everything feel deeper than just what it was. He paid attention, and that alone had me locked in.
“Why you smilin’ like that?” he asked low, his voice right by my ear as his hand slid a lil’ lower on my waist.
“Nothin’,” I said, side-eyein’ him with a light grin. “Just thinkin’.”
“Yeah?” he murmured, his thumb rubbin’ slow circles into my hip. “Look like good thoughts.”
I let out a soft laugh, shakin’ my head as I leaned into him, my shoulder pressin’ against his chest. “You ain’t gotta know everything.”
“I’mma still find out,” he replied, calm as ever.
I had finally told Toni about him. Of course I was gon’ do that, but I made sure she kept that shit to herself.
The last thing I needed was Kay’Lo all in my business, askin’ questions and speakin’ on somethin’ I was still feelin’ my way through.
This was mine, and for once, I just wanted to enjoy it without everybody else havin’ somethin’ to say.
Outside of him, my life had been movin’ how it was supposed to. Me and Yunique had been locked in at my apartment, eatin’, laughin’, smokin’ and just livin’ for real.
When she told me she found a new place too, I ain’t even hesitate to help her out. I gave her that eight hundred and told her to go ahead and secure that shit, then turned around and bought her some pots and pans so she could really feel settled in.
That was just me though. I took care of my people. But right now, in this moment, I was right here with Couture, and the way his arm stayed wrapped around me like he ain’t had no intention of movin’, had me feelin’ a lil’ too comfortable.
“Tomorrow,” he said after a minute, his voice a little quieter this time. “I’m headin’ out early.”
I nodded slow, even though I already knew. He had told me about goin’ out of town for a few weeks to cook for some people vacationin’ on a cruise and I understood it. That was his life, his work, and I respected that.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, glancin’ up at him. “You booked and busy. I’mma miss you, though.”
He smirked, but his eyes stayed on me. “I’mma still be on you though. Calls, texts, FaceTime… all that.”
“You better,” I teased lightly, but there was a part of me that meant it more than I was lettin’ on.
“And when I get back,” he added, reachin’ up to tilt my chin just a lil’ so I had to look at him, “I’m comin’ straight to you.”
The way he said that had my stomach doin’ somethin’ I wasn’t even prepared for, and before I could overthink it, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
Then I pulled back slow, our eyes still locked as I stayed close to him.
We stayed like that for a second, just lookin’ at each other, and for once, I wasn’t jokin’, I wasn’t talkin’ shit, I was just… here with him.
By the time the lounge started windin’ down, we got up and made our way out with his fingers laced with mine the whole time. I stepped out beside him with my heels clickin’ against the floor while my hips swayed natural, my dress movin’ with me as we walked.
When we made it to his Benz truck, he opened my door without me even askin’. I turned to face him before gettin’ in, reachin’ up to grab the tail of his shirt lightly as I leaned in.
Our lips met again, this time a lil’ deeper, and I slid my fingers into his beard, scratchin’ through it while I sucked on his bottom lip just enough to make him exhale low against my mouth.
“Damn,” he murmured, his hand comin’ up to the side of my neck before he pulled back.
I smirked at him, then slid into the seat while he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
The drive was calm as his hand reached over to hold mine while he kept his eyes on the road, and we talked about nothin’ and everything at the same time. Every now and then he’d laugh at somethin’ I said with that same low laugh that had me smilin’ hard as hell.
When we got to his place, he came around and opened my door again, holdin’ his hand out, not wantin’ to let me step down on my own. I took it, lettin’ him help me out before we walked inside together.
Soon as we made it to his bedroom, I sat down on the bed, leanin’ back on my hands while I watched him. He dropped down to his knees in front of me without sayin’ a word, his hands comin’ up to my ankle as he slid my heel off slow.
The second it came off, his hands wrapped around my foot, rubbin’ into it firm and slow, and I tilted my head to the side, bitin’ down on my bottom lip while I watched him.
“Mm…” I let out under my breath, sinkin’ into the feel of it.
He took his time with me, movin’ to the other foot, treatin’ me like I was somebody he wanted to always take care of. His thumbs pressed deep into the bottom of my foot, workin’ their way up slow while his fingers wrapped around my ankle, holdin’ me in place.
The way he was touchin’ me had my body softenin’ without me even meanin’ to, my shoulders droppin’ while my legs eased open, givin’ him more room to work with.
I could feel it travel up from my feet, then low in my stomach, and it made me shift on the bed, pressin’ my thighs together for a second before pullin’ them open again.
I tilted my head, watchin’ Couture as he worked, and it wasn’t even just the feel of his hands that had me caught up. It was the way he moved, the patience in it and the way he stayed focused on me like nothin’ else mattered in this moment.
That type of attention did somethin’ to me, and had me sittin’ here quieter than usual, just takin’ it in while my bottom lip stayed caught between my teeth.
Couture rubbed up my thighs slow, and the deeper his hands slid between my legs, the more I leaned back into the bed, lettin’ my body open up to him and just takin’ everything he was givin’ me.
His hands stayed firm but smooth on me like he was feelin’ me out all over again, remindin’ himself what he had right in front of him.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, and a soft moan slipped out my mouth when I felt his lips pressin’ against my inner thigh. He took his time, kissin’ along my skin, movin’ slow and sure until he got closer to where I really needed him.
I had on a thong, so he slid it to the side with one hand, and when his lips finally met my pussy, I let out a deeper sigh, my body already reactin’ before he even did anything else. His kisses stayed soft, pressin’ against my lips.
Before I could even gather myself, he had my thighs sittin’ up on his shoulders. He had my pussy wet, throbbin’ and open for him, and the second his tongue touched my clit, my head fell back and my eyes closed on their own. And I let him have it.
His hands moved up and down my thighs while his mouth stayed locked in, suckin’ and flickin’ his tongue against my clit so good, it made my back arch off the bed.
My fingers gripped the sheets under me, my body reactin’ to every movement he made, but even with how good it felt, I still ain’t reach that point. But that wasn’t nothin’ new with most of the niggas I had been with.
Couture always ate my pussy good as hell whenever he was down here. He knew how to stay right there, how to suck it and keep his focus on my clit and I always felt it.
It always had my body movin’ and always had me moanin’, but for some reason, I just never got all the way there. I ain’t know if it was me or if it was just one of them things where I needed more time.