Chapter 14 #3
Orielle picked up the box with the gardenias and rubbed the petals. “I love all of them. Thank you so much, baby.”
She placed the box down and wrapped her arms around his neck, smothering him in kisses. Najee stood there smirking, soaking up all her love.
“You’re welcome. I don’t like us not claiming each other for real. I need you to be able to confidently say, ‘Yes, I’m in a relationship and it’s with a man I don’t play about’.”
Giggling Orielle said, “And I don’t. Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”
Najee nodded. She was about to say something else, but he put a finger over her lips and she grinned. “Hush. I know what I have to say.” He cleared his throat and lowered his hand from her mouth. “RiRi, will you be my woman?”
“Yes,” she said quickly, with no thought involved, and kissed his lips. “Now, what’re you going to say?”
Najee smirked and then got serious. “I’ma go to jail and send you niggas to hell about my Pretty Girl. So stay the fuck out of her comments and messages. And no, she can’t sing to you lame ass niggas either.”
Orielle was quiet for a beat before she fell into his chest and laughed hard. Tears were in her eyes when she stood straight and shook her head.
“Why would you say that? Oh my gosh.” Orielle couldn’t stop laughing.
Najee shrugged. “You asked.”
“But what if they weren’t supposed to go to hell?”
“They better hurry up and repent for fucking with what’s mine.”
All she could do was laugh and shake her head. Then, she remembered that she was on live. Almost in a panic, she rushed over to her desk across the room and shyly eased into the camera with a grin. There were so many hearts and comments flying across the screen it made her dizzy.
Smiling hard, she said, “Wellll... y’all heard it here first. I’m off the market.”
“You been off the market. Stop playing with me,” Najee said.
Orielle grinned again and waved at the screen. “I’m getting off of here for the day. Y’all just got an earful.”
“Hell yeah, they did,” Najee agreed.
“But this is for all my lover girls out there... the man for you will always show you that he’s the man for you.
Don’t let a man’s words outweigh his actions.
We can only see words written or typed out, right?
Right. Make these men hold themselves accountable for doing and giving the bare minimum.
Dick and a few meals aren’t cutting, okay?
And if that’s all he has to offer, guess what.
.. tell him to find someone who’s willing to settle for that because you’re not. Now, I’m done. Talk to y’all later.”
Najee couldn’t help but smile as she walked back over to him. Hearing her affirm other women and actually mean that shit, made him proud to be her man.
“You was talking that real, huh?”
Orielle smirked and grabbed the gift bag off the dresser. “Yep. Because it’s the truth and because I can proudly say that I learned my worth and I have a man that values it.”
“Yeah,” Najee said, laughing. “Pop your shit, baby. Ain’t no half-stepping or playing when it comes to you.”
Grinning, she stroked his beard hairs. “I’m glad we both know. Now, what’s in this bag?”
She asked him but dug inside to find out anyway. There was a five-scent set of essential oils, a new diffuser, and a white journal with black letters on it. Orielle sat the first two items on the dresser and read the title on the cover of the journal.
“For Lover’s Only,” she said, and hummed before squinting at him.
“What?”
“I don’t know,” she said, and chuckled. “What is this for? For me to write songs in?”
“If you want to. I got it for us to share though.”
“To share?”
To erase her confusion and keep her from repeating him, Najee explained what the purpose of the journal was.
“Whenever you don’t want to talk or need to get something off your chest but you're too upset or sad to come to me, you can write it in here. Give it to me when you’re done, and I’ll read it.
I’ll do the same thing if I’m not feeling my best. Then, we can talk when we’re ready.
Every day won’t be all bubbly and shit between us, but we’ll always be good. Feel me?”
Orielle blinked, and when her eyes watered, Najee frowned, pulling her into his chest.
“Nah, come here. What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”
His concern made her want to bawl. Instead, she shook her head. “No. You didn’t.”
“Then, tell me what’s the matter. I can’t fix it if I don’t know.”
“I love you.”
She didn’t stutter or break eye contact, and Najee grinned.
“Shit, I love you, too,” he said, making them chuckle.
“You’re just saying it because I said it.”
Her pout made him kiss her lips. “I’d never do that. I lowkey been wanting to tell you for a while but I had to make things official first.”
“Well, you didn’t have to tell me. You pretty much show me every day what it feels like to be loved. I mean, fully loved. You even sit in the bathroom with me while I’m on the toilet and hold my hand when my stomach hurts too bad.”
Najee shook his head and laughed. “Aye. Don’t tell nobody that. You’re spoiled, that’s why.”
She squeezed his frame. “Did you make me this way or...”
“Or nothing. I know I fucked up, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You can get whatever out of me. You know that.”
“Mhmmm,” she hummed, running her tongue across his neck. “And you can get whatever out of me, baby.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m bouta fuck the shit out of you. I want four back-to-back orgasms since you made me stay your lil’ friend for that many months.”
He smacked her ass and watched as she switched to the bed, climbing atop it.
Lying back, she lifted the dress she was wearing over her hips and spread her legs.
Najee stood back watching as she spread her pussy lips, coating her fingers in juices he knew tasted so damn good.
When her fingers grazed her clit, she moaned, rubbing circles over her sensitive bud and hitting tunes that made Najee’s dick hard.
“You promise, baby?” Orielle whimpered, staring at him.
Najee didn’t know what he was making a promise to, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah,” he groaned out, reaching inside his pants to stroke his dick.
She giggled and wet her lips. “You promise to what?”
“To whatever. Shit. Tell me what I’m making a promise to.”
His pants were at his ankles. Orielle slid a finger inside her and arched her back. Then, another finger joined. Her shit was so wet and gushy, the erotic sounds echoed throughout her room. She was music to Najee’s ears.
“To love me and always be there for me,” she said, looking him in the eyes. “Mmm. Ugh, G....” She rubbed her clit faster. “And to... and to always let me sing to you because you love my voice.
His nostrils flared. “I do love your voice. What else?”
She didn’t know how he became the one asking questions, but Orielle was answering them through lip biting and breathy moans.
“And to feed and fuck me and eat my pussy real good because I love when you do that.”
Najee licked his lips. “I love when I do that shit, too. Now, move that hand so I can fulfill my promises.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice, and Najee would never make her ask more than once.
Climbing onto the bed, he situated himself between her legs with the utmost admiration on his face.
Watching his baby please herself while watching him was so damn sexy.
Orielle’s chest heaved, and her body tingled when his hand clasped around her wrist. She kept her eyes on him as he brought her fingers to his mouth.
Nastily, Najee slid them into his mouth and licked her fingers clean before lowering her hand back to her wetness.
“Rub that pretty mothafucka for me again, baby,” he requested huskily.
Orielle obliged, and her eyes rolled as she massaged her clit in a circular motion. The lightest bit of pressure had her whimpering. Her moans made Najee’s dick ache and mind race. When her breath hitched and stomach sank, Najee grabbed her wrist again, gliding her hand to his solidness.
“You see how good you feel on my dick?” He asked, lubricating his shaft with her wetness.
The task of getting her hand around him entirely was a failed attempt, but that didn’t matter.
Orielle stroked him while letting the tip glide against her wetness.
His lids fluttered, struggling to stay open, as she massaged him.
Najee was trying to concentrate and let her run the show for a second, and of course, she ran with it.
Fucking his head up as she forced him to keep eye contact.
Orielle had never been more turned on than with Najee, watching him enjoy her, and it made her heart yearn for him more.
Feeling her need, Najee leaned forward and slowly tongue kissed her.
It was one of those, I need you to feel me.
.. see me... make love to me, nut all in this pussy , types of kisses that intensified as their tongues swirled.
Her legs circled his waist, and with slight ease, he entered her.
Mouth ajar, Orielle’s moans got caught in her chest as he slid all the way inside and slowly pulled out.
He lifted, watching with his bottom lip tucked as she took every inch.
“You so pretty taking all this dick,” he praised and kissed her forehead.
Then, his head lowered because not tasting her for real wasn’t ever going to happen. Orielle’s fingers weren’t enough. Najee needed to feel her clit pulsing as he wrapped his juicy lips around it, suckling and licking her into a spine-tingling orgasm. It didn’t take long; it never did.
“Uuugh, yes... baby.”
Her back arched, and he was right back between her thighs, sliding inside her with less resistance. Najee kept his pace, watching her cream his dick so flawlessly.
“I love you,” Najee said, stroking her so damn good.
Orielle’s eyes rolled, and her hand went to his taut abs.
Najee knew what that meant without her having to say anything.
Her eyes, the ones he’d been able to read since day one, let him know she wanted to get on top.
Najee rolled them over in bed, letting her do her thing.
After all, she was the superstar in his life. The stage was all hers.
“Oh my gosh,” Orielle whispered in a hiss as she lowered onto him. “I love you, tooooo.”
With her hands on her knees, she rode his dick just like she sang; with determination and fluidity with every hip roll to make him feel it.
To make him feel her. Beneath her, Najee knocked loose the rest of the screws she had hanging on by a ridge, and she didn’t even care.
Orielle loved her man... especially when he kept his promises that led to soul-elevating climaxes that made her sing his name.
His word of honor gave them both exactly what they wanted and needed.