A Day For Simone
I sit up in bed and stretch as the light from the window illuminates the room. I still felt groggy from the plane ride, but the excitement of marrying the love of my life in a little over a week was enough to bring a smile to my face. Jet lag be damned.
I move to get out of bed but pause when a glorious smell wafts into the room.
It’s only then that I realize that Nala is nowhere to be found.
I stand up, and my foot hits something, causing me to jump back onto the bed.
To my surprise, there was a small box resting near the nightstand.
It was neatly wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a silver bow.
On top was a sticker telling me to open it when I saw it.
I pick the box up from the floor and sit back down on the bed.
I open it to find a bunch of packaging tissue.
After digging through it for a minute, my hand grazes silky fabric, and I pull it out to reveal what seem to be pajama bottoms. Upon further inspection, I see that it’s a full set in a dusty blue color, and my eyebrows furrow.
As I set it aside, my attention is drawn to a card at the bottom of the box. I pull it out and read it:
Good morning and happy birthday, Simi!
If you’re reading this, that means that you found my first gift. Go take a shower and change into the outfit. Do NOT come out until you’ve followed those steps.
Today is about pampering you and spoiling you just like you always do for me.
No complaining allowed.
I love you, my future wife.
I can do nothing but smile as I grab the clothes she’d provided and head to the bathroom as instructed.
My heart swelled at the thought of her planning a whole day for me.
I’d told her months ago that I’d never been the one to receive this kind of love in any of my past relationships.
They all usually fell victim to heteronormality, and because I was always the least feminine one, I was constantly thrust into the more masculine role.
I mean, I didn’t mind that most of the time, but at the end of the day, I was still a woman and I longed to be treated as such.
I longed to be able to express my femininity without the fear of the person who claimed to love me judging me for doing so.
I longed to be Simone, without assumptions or expectations.
Nala was the first partner to give me that, and I would forever be grateful for her.
I sighed as I rushed through my morning routine, scrubbing down and moisturizing before putting on the outfit I’d been given.
I glanced at myself in the mirror as I removed the bonnet from my head, lightly running my hand through the two-strand twists I’d gotten done specifically for our wedding.
I knew I wouldn’t want to fuss with my hair on the day, but I also wasn’t feeling braids.
I also wasn’t ready to commit to locs, even though Cory kept trying to get me and Harley to join her.
Maybe in the future I’d try it, but not anytime soon.
After brushing my teeth, I flicked off the light and exited the en suite. I made my way over to the bedroom door and pulled it open, jumping back as I walked right into a curtain of streamers. I pushed them back and froze, taking in the decorated living room.
There were balloons in my favorite color scattered across the floor around the coffee table, a few feet from the couch.
On it was one singular gift. I picked it up and scanned the room for Nala, but she was still nowhere to be found.
As I opened the box, I saw a small note, and my body temperature rose as I read it.
Breakfast is ready, and of course, I’ve made all your favorites. So, come to the kitchen when you’re done.
(P.S. - The chef accepts tips in the form of kisses.)
I place the note down and quickly walk down the hall toward the kitchen.
As soon as I entered, my breath hitched as my eyes landed on my wife-to-be.
She was in nothing but an apron that barely kept her plump breasts in place, paired with some silk booty shorts that matched my outfit.
Then, to finish off the look, she was rocking heels that added about 5 inches to her 5’6 height.
She was busy fixing a plate of food, but stopped when she heard me walk over.
“Peach…” was all I could say as my hands found her hips. She sets down the plate and turns to me with a smile.
“Happy birthday, Simone,” she says, pulling me in for a kiss. When she pulls away, her hands travel down my chest as she bites her bottom lip. “Mm, I knew you’d look good in this color. Honestly, the main reason I picked it out was because I wanted to see you in this color.”
“Nala, are you trying to get me to bend you over this counter?” I ask, my voice laced with lust as I place my hands on her round ass. I rubbed it before giving it a few smacks. She whimpered, and I almost came undone. “Stop with the noises, love before I get on my knees.”
She grips my face in her hand, softly, as her freshly manicured nails graze my cheeks.
She inhales my scent and licks my lips, causing them to part.
She took control of the kiss, and I’d never been so turned on.
There was nothing sexier than how confident she’d gotten since we first started dating.
I loved it when she had her way with me, and I was ready to fold right then and there.
“Simone, I’m trying to pamper you today, but you’re so damn irresistible,” she moans after breaking the kiss.
I look down at her as she lightly rubs her thumb across my lips.
I smirk, and she groans, pushing me back lightly.
“Stop looking at me like that before I really say ‘fuck all this’ and climb on top of you.”
“First of all, you’re the one being a temptress,” I laugh as she turns back to fix our food.
“You standing here looking good enough to eat that I can’t even concentrate on the food.
” I step behind her and press my body against hers, my hands grabbing handfuls of her breasts.
I kiss her ear before whispering, “You know exactly what you’re doing, and you also know that you’re my weakness.
Let’s see how wet you are for me.” My left hand reaches down into the front of her shorts, and as soon as my fingers touch her most sensitive area, she shivers against me. “Mm, as expected, you’re soaked.”
I pull my fingers away, bring them to my lips, and savor the scent and taste of her. She watches quietly, but her eyes show nothing but desire. I smirk, gripping her chin lightly.
“Say the word, pretty girl, and I’ll end this suffering, baby.”
“Simi…” she moans, her breath hitching, and I watch as her eyes close. I smile to myself as I move my hand back down to strum her clit. “Ahh, Simone, please!”
“Please what, baby?” I whisper. I bit her neck lightly, and she shook in my hands. “You want me to keep going?” She nods, but I shake my head. “Don’t play with me, Peach. You know I need words. Give them to me.”
“Simone, please keep going,” she begged as her hand found mine in her shorts, attempting to guide it where she wanted it, but I squeezed her breast with my other hand, and she yelped. “Simi…”
“Nope,” I shook my head. “Stop being impatient, Peach.”
She nodded as she removed her hand, gripping onto the counter for support. I loved how she gave in to my touch and my words. It was such a fucking beautiful thing to witness. I knew that she liked to be ordered around from time to time, and today was one of those times; it seems like it.
I pull my hand out, and she whimpers, but I don’t leave her waiting for long.
Within seconds, I had her up on the kitchen island, and I had pulled off her apron, followed by her shorts.
She lay there trying to catch her breath as I admired her beautiful body.
I could see her blush as my hands ran up her thighs.
I pushed them up and moaned as I got an unobstructed view of the fattest, prettiest pussy ever.
Before I could think of anything else, I dove right into the depths of her.
She moaned and cried out in pleasure as I took her clit into my mouth.
I savored it and her flavor like the Nala expert I was.
I knew every spot on her body that would send her over the edge, and she was overly sensitive on her inner thighs, so I gently massaged them as I devoured her essence.
I welcomed the way she rocked her body against my tongue and the way her hands intertwined with my twists.
I looked up at her as I savored her, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of me.
It’s almost like I had her in a trance, and the longer I stayed down there coaxing orgasms, the deeper she fell into my spell.
It wasn’t until after orgasm three that she finally broke eye contact and let my head go.
“Mm, you taste so good, baby,” I say as I help her sit up. Her face was flushed, and all she could do was nod. I chuckle. “You ready to eat for real now?”
“No, forget the food,” she says, scooting off the counter. She attempts to stand, but her legs are still a bit weak, so I pick her up bridal-style with a smile and ask where she was trying to go. “To the room.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I nod, carrying her down the hall into the bedroom. I set her down before leaving again to grab her a bottle of water and a small plate of pineapples. “Eat and hydrate.”
She nodded, and I sat beside her, rubbing her thighs as she gulped down the water and nibbled on the fruit.
I pick up a piece and pop it into my mouth.
She doesn’t say anything but watches intently as I chew and swallow.
I then picked up another piece and fed it to her.
My heart jumped as she took a bite, seductively chewing before swallowing slowly.