Chapter Nine #2
With the length and thickness of his locs, it took nearly four hours to get them done. By the time Caresha finished, sunlight was beginning to peek through the blinds. Smiling to herself, she leaned forward and gently rubbed Danger’s beard.
“Hey.” She sang softly.
Danger stirred but didn’t wake.
“D.”
At that point, he heard her but ignored her. He wasn’t a morning person.
“Baby,”
His eyes finally popped open, and the surprised look on his face made Caresha laugh. Without thinking, she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“I’m done retwisting. Sit up so I can style it.
Nodding, Danger kissed her lips before sitting up straight so she could finish him off. Once his locs were neatly pulled into a bun, he headed straight for the bathroom to check her work. Standing in front of the mirror, he turned his head from side to side, inspecting every angle.
“Hell yeah. You got a nigga right.” He told her.
Caresha stepped into the doorway and eyed his reflection. “Yeah, so that means stay your big-headed ass out of Sauvage Heights, sir.”
Danger chuckled and pulled his eyes from the mirror to her.
“Aight. I hear you, ma.”
“I’m not playing with you.”
“I got you. You and only you in my locs from here on out.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Danger pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind as their eyes met in the mirror again.
“What you think?” He asked, looking between her and their reflection.
“About what?” Caresha replied.
“Us. What you think about us?”
She studied their reflection, her hands drifting over his arms locked around her.
“I like us,” she admitted softly. “We look good together.”
“Facts,” Danger agreed. “I heard what you called me.”
She smiled. “Yeah, well…”
“Well, I like that shit. Keep doing it.”
“Okay, baby.”
Smirking, Danger turned her around to face him, and for a few seconds neither of them said anything.
Their lips found one another as his hands traveled to her ass.
He smacked it, groaning. He couldn’t wait to the day she let him inside her, he was going to wear her pussy out, and he put that on everything.
“I need you to wash my boxers too, ‘cause I’m about to take a shower.”
“Not you running up my water and electricity bill. Shit, you should’ve been said that. Now I gotta start another load.”
Danger chuckled, pulling away from her. That reminded him. He walked back into the living room, grabbed his wet vest from the hook near the front door, and returned to the restroom.
“You trippin’ like I ain’t gon’ take care of you.”
Reaching into one of his inside pockets, he pulled out a bankroll and placed it in her hand. One thing about him and Crown was that they came from a real nigga; both would spoil the woman in their lives just as their father spoiled Kerri.
Caresha looked down at it in shock. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say, but one thing she did know was that she wasn’t about to play modest and give it back. Hell, she needed it.
“So that’s how you coming?” She asked, smirking.
“About you, yeah. Take care of whatever.”
“You know what? Let me go ahead and run this shower for you, Daddy.” She walked over to the tub, playfully twisting her hips, making Danger laugh as he removed his Cuban chain and watch. There was never a dull moment between them.
Steam quickly began filling the room, forcing Caresha to back out before it could ruin her silk press. The reception would be there before she knew it, and she had no intentions of redoing her hair after being up with him all morning. The few hours she had left were reserved for beauty sleep.
Instead, she tossed his boxers into the washer before climbing into bed. Propping herself up against the headboard, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through Instagram.
Meanwhile, Danger was inside the tub, all in her shit.
Soap suds flew everywhere. Every Bath he didn’t have any extra boxers to put on.
She had been so caught up in the money he had handed her that she wasn’t even thinking it through at the time.
Danger didn’t give her a chance to shy away.
After setting his gun on the nightstand, he climbed into the bed, slid underneath the covers, and made himself comfortable between her thighs.
Caresha swallowed hard before setting her phone aside and guiding his head to her chest. Her fingers drifted through his hair as she rubbed his scalp, a deep breath escaping her.
Seeing his dick up close and bare had her questioning how much longer she could resist the pull of him.
This shit was torture to them both. What Danger offered between his legs was dangerously enticing.
“What is it that we are doing exactly?” Caresha asked.
“What is it you want us to do?” Danger responded.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m still new to this kind of thing. I know I like you a lot. I love spending time with you.”
“Then we keep doing that. We keep vibing and getting to know each other. We ain’t gotta rush nothin’. This new to me too, Ree.”
“What about other people?”
“I suggest you don’t even play with me like that, ma. Unless you want niggas blood on your hands.”
Caresha burst out laughing.
“Ain’t shit funny. I’m serious.”
“Well, what about you? You only seeing me?”
“Yeah.”
She frowned. “That was dry as fuck. I don’t know if I believe you.”
Danger laughed before becoming serious.
“What you want me to say? How you want me to say it? That’s my truth. I’m only seeing you. I’m only interested in you, baby. That’s why any free time I get, I’m hittin’ yo’ line or pullin’ up on you.”
“Oh, that was much better.”
A smile tugged at his mouth as silence settled between them.
They lay there, both eventually dozing off, and it wasn’t until two hours later that they woke again.
After relieving his bladder, Danger climbed back into bed, stirring her awake with soft kisses on her neck.
He couldn’t resist; she looked so beautiful lying there.
Caresha moaned, still half-asleep. When her eyes finally fluttered open, she found her gown pushed up, sunlight spilling over their bodies.
Their chocolate skin looked stunning pressed together as Danger moved down to her breasts, taking turns sucking on each nipple.
There he went again, making her pussy ache for him, and there she went again, tempted to abandon her celibacy.
“Y…you gotta stop this.” She gasped, her body tingling and heart racing.
“You sure you want me to stop?” Danger replied, kissing down her body.
“No.”
“You telling me no, so I can get off you? Or no, you don’t want me to stop, Ree?” He paused for reassurance.
“No, I’m not sure I want you to stop.” Caresha whimpered.
“Then let me taste you, baby.” Danger eased off her lace panties. “Please. At least let me do that. This muthafucka so pretty.” He wasn’t above begging her. “And you got a wax, ma. That means you thinking about giving it to me.”
“Okay,” Caresha folded, nodding her head. She didn’t need to elaborate; his observation was valid. She had been thinking about giving the pussy to him and made an appointment just in case.
While looking her in the eyes, Danger latched onto her pearl.
He sucked on it slowly before his tongue kicked into overdrive, licking it up and down feverishly.
His entire body burned blue at the taste of her; he’d never done no shit like this before.
Never did Danger eat a female’s pussy and not get nothing in return.
He was too player for that. But Caresha had crept into his life and had him on some sucker shit.
She could get whatever from him just because of how she made him feel.
Danger took his time with the pussy…letting his imagination run wild as he devoured her. He pictured himself deep inside of her, and the vision caused him to lose his shit on her clit even more.
“Ohh…” Caresha’s lips parted, arching her back.
“You smell so fuckin’ good, baby.” Danger mumbled, his tongue gliding down to her pussy lips, spreading them as he suckled.
“This muthafucka mine now. Put all the fuck niggas on notice.” He hadn’t even been inside her yet, and he was ready to lay a nigga out over her.
Deprived for years, Caresha came quickly.
His big, juicy lips worked magic on her.
With her legs wide open, her chest rose and fell as her pussy flowed like a river.
She was hyperventilating, barely able to speak.
She’d never cum so hard in her life; her head was spinning.
Maybe it was the long drought of intimacy, or maybe Danger was just that good. Either way, she was left dazed.
Danger nestled his nose against her opening, drowning in her scent.
And when she came down from her high, he expertly folded the tip of his tongue and thrust inside her.
He let her rock against him for a while before licking down to her ass with devotion.
He ate her from front to back without complaint.
Paused, talked her through another orgasm, then did that shit all over again.
As Caresha moaned in pure ecstasy, Danger collected her creamy juices, reaching down to stroke himself with it. She watched, captivated as he pleasured his big dick from head to base, thinking she might as well give in now…they had come this far. But somehow, she held it together and said,
“It’s so big and pretty, baby.”
“And it’s all yours. When you ready, I’m gon’ take my time and do you right with it.” Danger replied against her pussy lips before French kissing them.
They moaned in unison, his pleasure escalating as he stroked himself. He jacked off slow, then fast, feeling her thighs tighten around his head.
“S…shit, Ree.” Danger’s voice and body quivered, feeling himself about to explode.
Like a predator with its prey, he quickly rose and pounced on her, spilling his seed onto her stomach.
The moment he finished, Caresha gripped his neck, pulling his face to hers.
She went to speak but Danger stuck his tongue into her mouth, silencing her with her juices.
Without hesitation, she sucked it, her hands rubbing all over his back.
“I’m so vulnerable right now, D. You make me feel so good.” She admitted, pulling back and ignoring the warmth dripping from her. Danger had made a huge mess on her stomach and belly ring, but she didn’t give a fuck.
“I’m vulnerable anytime I’m with you, Ree. You make it easy for a nigga to breathe again. I been seeing this fuckin’ therapist, but you the one truly healing me, and you don’t even realize it.”
Caresha stared up at him, her heart squeezing in her chest. Of all the things she expected Danger to say, that wasn’t one of them. His words settled deep, touching a part of her she kept guarded from every other nigga.
“Keep it. Sleep wit’ it…until I make it back to you, baby. I’ma go get my whip and clothes. Then we gon’ head to the reception, aight?” Danger told her, referring to his nut.
“Okay,” Caresha replied, in a trance.