Ch. 17
CHEYONNE
Life for me seemed to hit a full one-eighty from the second I met Black.
There wasn’t a day that went by since I had him back that he let me, or Maaz feel alone.
Anytime we needed his attention, he gave it without hesitation.
The Black that was introduced wasn’t the man that loved us the way he did.
He cared then, but that graduated to an irreplaceable cherish now.
We’d been in parent mode my entire six weeks with no interruptions.
I was given the go ahead to live life again and that was exactly what we planned on doing tonight.
I didn’t think I’d ever hear him say be ready by such and such time.
He shocked me with a new dress that was left with a time and place on the delivery card.
Black was showing me more and more why loving him was the better choice.
Stepping out the shower, I wrapped myself in my robe, then slid my feet into my slippers.
The dress was a red, tube cut that held a small corset strapping in the center, with the rest being covered in lace.
The nerve of this man to have such exquisite taste the way he did.
I just knew my body was about to eat down in it.
I handled my face hygiene. That was a smooth ten minutes before I was sitting at my vanity preparing myself for a classic beat.
I hadn’t shown off in a minute and tonight was the perfect time to do so.
My hair was silk pressed earlier in the day, so I was back to my normal look. Hair flowed down my back like I had a fresh set of bundles, and my bangs hid my huge forehead. I was back to C’for, and it felt so damned good to get dressed up and be seen again.
I applied my makeup not doing too much. It wasn’t like I needed it in the first place.
However, this was a special occasion and with the dress Black picked out, it was only right.
It took me a little over twenty-minutes to get my beat right but once I did, I was satisfied.
The lashes weren’t over the top and the lip combo was doing everything it was supposed to for my plump lips.
Before leaving my vanity, I moisturized with this body butter from a local creative that went by the name of Delaney. She had a skin care line called Allura Skin and it was really nice to the skin especially those with the sensitive kind.
Standing, I left the bathroom completely and entered the closet.
I unzipped the bag the dress rested in and finally took it out placing it across the island.
It was so fire I couldn’t wait to have it cling to my chocolate skin.
Smiling, I admired the small details of the lace, and it consisted of small vines of flowers. I loved everything about it.
“Knock, knock.” The sound of my mother’s voice caused me to snap back to reality. Her and my father were watching Maaz tonight here at the house while Black and I enjoyed our night.
“Oh, hey Mama. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Toneshia let us in. She was on her way out. Maaz is with Obasi at the moment. Where are you two going? Did he say?” she questioned.
Somewhere along the line, her and my father had finally become cordial with Black.
They still wasn’t too fond of him, but he was tolerable.
I never asked them to be best friends, so this was good enough for me.
He was allowed to the house out of their love for me and Maaz. A little peace was all I asked.
“He did. It’s a place called Sizzling Cutlets. Have you heard of it?”
“I have and their cutlets are really good. Obasi and I have gone a few times. It was by reservation each time. It took months to get in at that place. He must’ve had a lot of thought behind this date night. I’m glad he’s showing you how special and beautiful you are,” she complimented.
“Thank you, Mama. Do you mind helping me into this dress? I’d hate to be late for this knowing Genesis put so much effort into it.”
“Sure baby. Are you ready now?” I nodded and she stepped behind me. “Are you happy, Che-Che? Like, really happy?”
They’d been worried for me but there was legit nothing to worry about now.
Black showed his ass in the beginning but even before leaving my home he’d turned into a caring individual.
I didn’t know how we would come back from the things that occurred, but God had other plans for us.
I would choose this path a thousand times over as long as he was in it.
To make things even better, I hadn’t had a flare or episode in months. He was the peace I’d desired.
“I am. He’s sweeter than he looks, but I understand why you and Dad are so standoffish with him. He’s not apologetic with words but the things he does for us says it all. He loves us, Mama.” I spoke those words with confidence. He voiced it often, but his actions matched every time.
“As long as you’re happy. I didn’t think you two could work but I see you smile and leave it alone. Interrupting your happiness won’t sit right with me. I love that he’s the one keeping your spirits up.”
“Me and you both. When you asked about a grandchild, I didn’t think I was handing one over so soon. I guess everyone won this round,” I jested.
“And Maaz is such a quiet and happy child. He just chills with us like he’s known us for lifetimes. Oh, Che-Che you did a wonderful job with him,” my mother praised.
“Yeah, he’s an angel for others, but he gives us hell. He’s spoiled already, Mama, I swear.”
“Let him be. That baby is a new addition to everyone’s lives. He can be spoiled. Alright baby girl, you’re all together back here.” She stepped to the front and gave me a once over. “Check yourself out and see what needs to be fixed.”
Turning around, I sashayed over to the large wall mirror behind me.
I in fact had a shape built like a coke bottle.
The baby weight filled me out nicely making my thighs thick and toned with breast that grew a size or two.
I looked damned good, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that man ate me off the bone tonight.
“I do look good if I had to say so myself,” I boasted.
My mother chuckled and handed over a bottle of perfume. “Here, give yourself a few pumps. What accessories are you pairing with this ensemble?”
“Just a simple gold necklace. The dress draws enough attention so I can keep it light.” Seconds later, my mother was hooking it around my neck. It flowed with the fit. “See, simple. I’ll see you and Dad later, Mama. I’m gone.”
“Have fun baby, but not too much. Maaz is only two months old,” she advised.
Perfect timing if you ask me.
I decided to drive my all white Panamera.
I figured why the hell not since I was already looking like a bad bitch.
Moments after backing out my garage, I hit the road and was on my way to my man.
The traffic was light, and the night was young.
The anticipation of seeing what I was about to receive couldn’t be contained.
Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox had me feeling extra sexy as their voices boomed through my speakers.
I sang along as I cruised the streets of Sage Springs.
One green light after another was granted and I just kept a smile on my face the entire ride.
I planned on fuckin’ that man so good tonight it wasn’t even funny. I missed his ass something serious.
Finally arriving at the destination, I pulled into the lot to see very few cars.
For this place to be top notch and reservation only, it looked abandoned almost. The only thing that made me stay was spotting Black’s car.
I parked beside his whip and climbed out of mine.
I fixed what needed to be and gave myself once last glance before walking inside.
There wasn’t another soul in sight other than a tall light skin woman approaching me. She looked as if she was picked from a Victoria Secret catalog. Slim, and downright gorgeous. She wore what appeared to be a manager’s fit.
“Hi Cheyonne, I’m the owner Nova Carrington. We’ve been expecting you. Genesis took it upon himself of renting out the entire place for you and him to spend some time. If you can look at the menu, decide on your meal, and I’ll have the kitchen fix it up for you.”
“Oh, okay.” I took the menu from her and settled on a ribeye, asparagus, and steakhouse mac and cheese. I wasn’t really picky with food now that I was no longer a model. She took my order and disappeared.
I entered the room further and was hit with a trail of candles as well as rose petals.
The deeper I got into the room the more petals filled the floor.
I finally came around another corner where my man was sitting at an open booth in an all-black suit with no shirt underneath his blazer.
Those tattoos I couldn’t stop tracing that night peaked at me causing my hormones to rage.
Damn baby.
I took him in from head to toe and instantly got wet accompanied by a pulsation I couldn’t control.
It was like my body knew it was about to receive a hell of a token for granting him a kid.
When our gazes locked in with one another, I saw nothing but a perfect mixture of love and lust behind his eyes. I was craved just as much as he was.
“Fuck. Come here, Brat!” he shouted with aggression. I was slightly confused on what just happened. It was like a switch flipped or something.
I crossed the room to try and calm him down. Tonight, was too beautiful to be at each other’s neck. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I questioned cuffing his face. I examined him trying to find the issue at hand.
“I thought I’d be able to handle this shit but fuck.
You so goddamn fine man.” He grabbed my left hand and slid a diamond ring on it.
“I had all this shit planned but seeing you in that dress got my fuckin’ dick hard and them six weeks over baby.
I’m ready to swim. Marry a nigga and stay happy, aight? ”
Giggling, I nodded saying, “Okay baby. I’ll marry you and stay happy.”
“Cool. Sit on this dick.”
He ripped the lace from my body and freed his manhood within seconds.
Hot, bothered, and ready to wet his dick all the way up.
As soon as he was comfortable, I straddled his lap and claimed home again.
He entered my canal an inch at a time stretching me wide.
All I could do was close my eyes and let it be.
That feeling of undying pleasure was back, and I couldn’t have been happier.
“Shiiiiit,” I whispered as I hit the base of his shaft.
“I’m trying to tell ya!”
My breast were freed as I began to ride at a slow pace.
The physical contact didn’t disappoint simply because it was missed heavily.
From the way he gently squeezed to the way his kisses left me wanting more of him after every peck.
For him to be so young, he took care of a woman’s body like he’d been seasoned in this line of work.
Riding him was like sitting on your favorite toy and having the time of your life.
Orgasm after orgasm and never having to worry if the dick would go soft on you.
Black had the stamina and could fuck you from sunup to sundown with no questions asked.
He was built to please and I’d be damned if I wasn’t getting the full experience.
With his hands gripping my ass, he guided me long the ride. Nothing about this man was off limits to me. I cum where I wanted and have him whenever I pleased. He gave me an advantage above all others, and it was time for me to abuse that power.
“Why you so hard for me, baby? You missed this pussy that much,” I teased knowing I was the one that thought about fuckin’ him again on a daily basis.
“You goddamn right I did. If only you knew how good this gushy shit felt.”
I smiled at his compliment, then bounced on the dick like he could take it from me at any moment. The way his veins massaged my walls and constantly hit my g-spot, I could barely contain my moans. They filled the room letting anyone who listened in that I had my man back and the dick was still A1.
“Oooouuu, fuck!” I cried out.
Black held my nipples hostage as well as my pussy walls.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to. He offered a world of euphoric times, and I was swarmed by clouds of them.
The way he moaned my name, wrapped his arms around my waist to secure my body with his…
I couldn’t have asked for a better nigga to fuck, suck, or love.
“I’m ready to nut, Brat. I been holding this in for months, I can’t hold this shit no more,” he confessed.
“You know where to put it baby. Fill me up,” I moaned.
The rhythm of his strokes fastened rubbing my spot nonstop.
I felt my stomach turn and suddenly that waterfall he loved so much came down.
I let all of my fluids go creating a puddle in his lap.
He released a devilish laugh that sent a chill up my spine before he held me down and poured into me.
A smile crept on my lips as I realized I was the only woman deserving of his kids.
“Hmm, hmm. Mr. Atkins, your meal is ready,” Nova interrupted.
“Fuck that food right now. I got pussy to eat,” he voiced picking me up and setting me on the table. As soon as I was pushed back, his face was between my legs.
Damn I missed this nasty ass nigga.
“A-Alright. I’ll come back in a few then.”
I watched her walk away before my pussy got to jumping in his mouth. I had a sensitive clit, and he was terrorizing the fuck out of it. A quickie was one thing but feasting on me afterward was downright abusive. An abuse I could accept many times over just not now.
“Blaaaaack,” I screamed begging him to stop. My body literally couldn’t take it. Too much activity and my Black ass would be flaring up.
Popping his head up, he asked, “Why you depriving me, Brat? I ain’t nowhere near being satisfied.”
“We in this lady establishment to eat and enjoy our night, not give a show. She was so embarrassed just now,” I laughed sitting up.
“And? My dick hard and you the only one that can relieve it.”
“I will finish when we get home. I’m actually hungry as hell now that round one is out the way,” I admitted.
“Brat…”
He was begging me for more and I would offer my body to him as much as he wanted when we got home.
This really wasn’t the place. That quickie was fire and much like him, I wanted another fixing.
However, this was rude and disrespectful.
Just because we had the means to do whatever we wanted didn’t mean we had to.
“When we get home, Black.”
“You promise?” He sounded so much like a kid I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes baby, I promise.” His smile stretched from ear to ear as he helped me off the table. I barely had anything to cover myself, so he offered his blazer. “Get the food to go. We made a mess, and I don’t want to face her or any of her staff.”
“Aight. Aye, I love you. You know that right?”
Holding up my hand that held his ring, I said, “You better know it. I love you, too, baby.”