Nathaniel #2
I finished meeting with Samp and we mapped out the areas that were more vulnerable around both of our properties and the rest of the town.
We had already put out the word to coordinate with other families to step up patrols in the area.
The town was small but there were enough workers and folks who genuinely gave a fuck to ensure that nothing was going on.
Charisma convinced me to walk her back to her casita and I only agreed because I didn’t want my time with her to end.
It was crazy to me how easily she slipped into my life.
Not like I hadn’t noticed shit about her but that I’d made sure that I could keep her near me.
That even during training, I would slip into the office to check in or find her so I could lay eyes on her.
Even if it was just for a few minutes I wanted to absorb enough time with her because my day didn’t function right if I didn’t.
We talked about a bunch of nothing in between me pointing out places along the pretty that were special to me or had some type of significance.
The fifteen-minute walk seemed to be too short but I always felt that way about any amount of time I spent with Charisma.
I never wanted it to end and that’s why I knew she was the person meant to be mine.
“Thank you for today. It was…it was beautiful.”
“I thought for sure we’d be overwhelming. I know you’re here by yourself a lot so I wasn’t sure if they’d be too much.”
“Nope. They were perfect. I feel like I’ve stepped into some type of adult utopia where everyone is living their dream and nothing bad happens and there are no secrets.
” She was grinning like she truly felt every word she was saying.
It took me a minute to realize that Black Gold Valley was a type of Black Utopia.
We were without a lot of the bullshit that came with the outside world.
But some part of me knew it was due to the sacrifices those before us made and that there was always potential for us to need to do the same.
It felt like our time was now, with people trying to play with us.
“Then I’m glad you found your way to us, Charmy.
Your being here makes it feel like everything in the world is right.
And it’s crazy because nothing in my world has ever been wrong per se.
You just make the good great. The better best. And to have you in my mama and daddy’s house just as comfortable like you were born to hold that spot just solidifies everything in my head. ”
“Nate—” Her voice held a gentle warning that came before a bunch of excuses she knew I wasn’t going to heed.
Her reluctance came from loyalty or fear, I wasn’t sure which one, and I didn’t care.
That Trent nigga didn’t deserve her and damn sure didn’t treat her right.
If he had, I never would’ve laid eyes on her.
“You not about to dissuade me and ruin our futures, Charmy. As whimsical as you are, you know this thing between us ain’t a flight of fancy.
You already know I’m the nigga who wants to make your dreams come true and will assist you in anyway possible.
But it’s more than just wanting to see you shine.
I want to wake up with you. Make you cum with every part of my body that you let enter yours.
Buy you junk food and them pads that marinate your pussy in thirteen herbs and spices when your period is on.
Veg out in front of the TV and shit and let you cry while you’re watching throwback cartoons. ”
She was giggling and I was being dead ass. “My pussy is not a fucking chicken breast, Nathaniel.”
“I am still trying to put a lil batter up in there though.” I licked my lips, my dick bricking up at the thought of filling Charmy up. I had never been a no pull out nigga in my life but with her? Shit, lock me down for 18 ten times.
“Bucky.”
Her thighs squeezed and I could practically smell how aroused she was.
It was like her skin had heated and her natural scent was magnified.
I moved closer to her, sniffing along her exposed collarbone and licked the skin that covered her flesh.
I wasn’t sure who moaned first because the sound of my own tortured voice aching with desire for this girl drowned out everything else.
“Open the gotdamn door, Charmy, or else somebody is going to potentially see me eating your pussy on this porch.”
My breath was labored as I battled doing exactly what I’d just threatened.
There was always a low level of lust moving through my veins since I knew Charisma existed.
Being in her presence amped it up to a capacity I had never experienced and I felt almost out of control of my body.
She was in control of me and I would do whatever it was she wanted.
I just prayed that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
When she shifted back to blindly reach for the door I took the key fob out of her hand and did it for her. Her energy was high, more excited than nervous and I could see the curiosity, lust and doubt running through her mind.
“I’m not doing shit you don’t want me to. You had all day to tell me no to eating your pussy, this is the last chance before I get to work. Yes or no, Charmy?”
It felt like an eternity but it couldn’t have been more than half a second before she replied to me.
“Yes.”
I fell to my knees in front of her, half because them shits gave out and the other half was pure disbelief.
I loved this view of Charisma. Standing over me, breathless, needy and waiting for me to serve her.
I touched her calves, running my hands up her silk-like limbs as the fabric of the dress made way for me.
I knew this shit was pretty and that she hadn’t owned up to the fact that she’d painted it, but it had the throwback underskirt to make it poofy, trying to keep me from my prize.
The higher my hands traveled the more I felt her body tremble with anticipation. Could feel the goosebumps beneath my rough palms as I slid further up the skirt of her dress.
It was humid as fuck creating an environment that was heavily scented with Charmy’s perfume and her desire.
We hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights so when my hands found her hips I had to feel around for her panties to pull them down.
Charisma had the audacity to be wearing some shit that was barely considered draws.
I wasn’t going to dive in like a maniac.
This would be the first time I tasted my girl and I wanted her to remember it as much as I did.
I used my finger to swipe at her lips, thrilled that she was already dripping wet.
“Nate.” Her voice was muffled, more from the tension she was feeling as she waited on me to act than the amount of fabric between us.
“Let me savor you the way you deserve, Charmy.” And I did just that.
Slow, methodical licks that had her hips bucking and my dick leaking and I let my tongue map out every inch of her core.
She was shaky, about to lose her footing and instead of letting her fall I scooped her and laid her back so she could make my face her throne.
She tasted so got damn good I didn’t care if I drowned in her juices.
My back was on the wooden floor but I tried to put her skirt beneath her knees to give her a cushion.
I held onto the back of her ass and let her buck against my tongue the way I moved on a horse.
Perfect fucking day.
I’d trained hard all day while Charisma had been deep inside the storage unit.
Some of the pieces she’d found were nice and she wanted to set up a bidding day on one of those auction websites.
Since it was all profit to me I would only use the proceeds to rebuild the account I used to purchase my land.
I could tell that some of the art she’d found were items she liked and I’d made sure that I told her those were ones that needed to be kept.
I was doing it for her and I wasn’t hiding shit.
I wanted her to know that her thoughts on what went into what would be our house were always at the forefront.
That night that I’d spent making her come on my tongue ended with her passing out on my face.
I hadn’t planned on sleeping with her that night anyway so I stripped her down to her slip, put her bonnet on over her ‘fro and kissed her fine ass goodnight. Did my dick and my hand have to get reacquainted yet again after having my meal? Yes. But I wanted to please her and judging by how many times she’d cum her nigga could not have been doing her right.
We didn’t dance around what transpired between us but I also didn’t want to bring it up.
If I did, I’d be trying to have a repeat and my place was far too open at the moment to just randomly take her down.
So I settled for the stolen touches, the winks she’d give me when I walked by.
The bashful way she would dip her head to let me know she was remembering how I’d pleased her body.
And that little freaky fairy now had the habit of brushing up against my dick like she wanted to make sure it was hard and ready for her at any moment.
And of course he was.
I was heading to talk to one of my favorite people because despite how much we were around one another, I felt like I was slacking with Charmy. I wanted to do something special for her but felt like if I did too much I’d run her off.
“Mama!”
“In the kitchen!”