Chapter 16 #2
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said. "I just... I can't believe I just said yes to marrying you and I really can’t believe that you asked."
"Believe it," I said. Knowing damn well that couldn’t believe the shit myself.
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"I don't want a big wedding," she said, looking at the ring on her finger. “My life has been crazy and I don’t want to deal with my people right now.”
I was leaning back in my chair, watching her. Watching her accept this. Accept me.
"I just want my friends there as witnesses," she continued. "And whoever you want to bring. That's it."
"Shit, that’s cool.” I said. "Let's do it tomorrow then."
She was smiling but then something shifted. Her smile dropped.
"Wait," she said. "Let's do it on Saturday."
I knew she had business to handle tomorrow. The bank. Whatever obligation she had. I wasn't gonna stop her from that. I had already agreed to let her have that day out.
"Saturday works," I said. "Give me your girls' dress sizes and what color you want them to wear. I'll send it to my family stylist."
She looked surprised but she gave me the information. She had to guess both of their dress sizes, but once you’ve been friends with someone that long, I guess it was in a woman’s nature to just know.
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After dinner, we both went our separate ways. I headed to my bathroom. She went to hers.
I took a quick shower, trying to get my mind right. She had no idea what I had done today. I had added fuel to a fire that was about to spark a real war.
On a lighter note, said yes. She really said yes. And it wasn't forced. She chose that shit when she could have said hell nah.
I stood under the shower watching and washed all my thoughts, problems and obligations off of me. This shit was heavy and I was only a week into it.
When I came out of the bathroom with the towel around my waist, I wasn't expecting what I saw.
She was sitting on the edge of my bed in a nightgown.
Not trying to be sexy. Just comfortable.
Her ass done pulled the Moomoo out, so now I knew what it was.
She was trying to seduce me at first, now she feels like she doesn’t have to do all of that since she locked a nigga down and got that ring. I couldn’t help but to smirk.
And that shit did something to me.
She had one leg up on the bed, oiling her skin. Working the oil up her thigh with slow, deliberate movements.
I got a glimpse of what was between her legs and my whole body reacted.
She wasn't showing off. She was just being herself. Getting comfortable in my space. In my bed. And that was somehow sexier than anything else she could have done.
She noticed me watching.
"You need help with that?" I asked.
She handed me the oil.
I got down on my knees in front of her. Started at her ankle. Her skin was soft and warm. I massaged the oil into her leg slowly, working my way up her calf. Her knee. Her thigh.
Every touch was intentional. I wasn't rushing. I was taking my time with every inch of her leg.
When I finished the first one, I moved to the other. Same slow process. Same attention.
Once both legs were done with the oil, I wasn't done with her.
I leaned forward and put my head completely under her nightgown.
Her thighs opened for me without me asking.
I pressed soft kisses to her inner thigh. Moving closer to where I could smell her. Where I could taste her. I immediately licked up her clit.
She gasped.
My dick was hard as hell pressed against the towel. But this wasn't about me right now. This was about her. About showing her that I meant what I said at dinner.
I was going to be what she needed.
I ate her pussy like my life or freedom depended on it.
The way she moaned, that shit made me wanna go harder.
I inserted a finger while still slurping on her shit.
She got a good grip on my head, and firmly held me in place on that one spot she needed me to show the most attention to.
Not even a full minute later, she was cumming all over my damn face.
The shit was so wet, she had squirted a little bit and was shaking profusely while trying to come down from that orgasm.
I stood up, looked down at her on the bed and licked my lips.
She knew she tasted good as hell. I shook my head, and walked off to my bathroom.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth while trying to make myself calm down. I wanted to fuck, bad as hell right now, but I knew I couldn’t take it there tonight.
I soaped her a towel, got it warm as I could and then I took it to her. She spread her legs while I was extending the towel.
“You not gone do it?” She asked, wanting me to wipe her up. I knew that was only gone start some shit if I did.
“Nah. I ain’t.” I said short. Making her take the towel.
“Listen Kaseem, don’t start that shit again!” she barked. Now, I was confused like a muthafucka.
“Start what shit?”
“Being dry and mean. We had a good night tonight! Don’t start being weird now that you’ve allowed yourself to be open with me. That’s gone piss me the fuck off.” She said, causing me to laugh.
“Girl, shut yo ass up! I said no, because if I get to rubbin on yo pussy right now, ima have yo ass folded up after that, fuckin the shit out of you til yo ass can’t walk for a couple days!
I’m being respectful and you don’t even know it.
Chill, before I give you what you begging for.
” I looked her dead in her eyes while I spoke, and her mouth dropped.
“Yeah! Now lay yo ass down.” I laughed.
After cleaning herself up, she got on her side of the bed.
Tonight, it took less than five minutes for her ass to be knocked out snoring.
She needed that nut more than she knew it.
I laid there, holding her, thinking of how this was actually about to be my wife in two days.
Not on no obligation shit, I asked her and she said yes.
After knowing who I am, knowing what I do, knowing how I beat a nigga ass behind playing with her.
None of that shit mattered. She still said yes.
I was feeling a way about that shit. I kissed her neck while she slept.
I wanted to give this girl everything she wanted in life.
She was smart, and beneficial, but I didn’t even want to use her skills unless it was completely necessary.
I wanted to keep her out of this side of the life.
I just wanted her to live soft, and just be my peace when shit got rough.
I was gone handle the rest. I ain’t never felt like this about a bitch before, well, I mean a woman.
I damn sho ain’t never had a muthafucka lay in my bed for a week and I not fuck em.
Hell, I never even let muthafuckas lay up with me for more than two days straight.
And I for damn sho ain’t never ate no pussy without getting some head and fuckin immediately after.
This girl was different. And I knew that if I wasn’t careful, she could be my weakness and my downfall.
I had to remember to stay focused. All this shit was gone lead me to a bigger purpose.
I was getting married in two days. I looked over at my future wife. Kissed her neck one more time. This time, she stirred, reached back and grabbed my head, making me plant more kisses on her neck. I leaned up and kissed her lips, she lightly chuckled before going back to sleep.
Before falling asleep, I thought about what secret my mom could have been talking about with her.
I also thought about why tomorrow was so important for her to handle with her family.
She didn’t trust me enough yet to tell me her secrets, but I can only pray that she isn’t into anything crazy.
One thing I knew about my mother, she was going to be messy and tell me eventually whatever it was that she thought she knew.
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