Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Stirring awake as the sun touched my skin, I came to the conclusion that there was almost no better feeling than waking up with Lyric’s limbs entangled in mine. Almost. It nearly topped the euphoria I felt at the moment, but this was unmatched.
I lifted the covers and located my woman immediately.
She was never hard to find when at home with me because she was always in one of four places.
On my dick, sucking my dick, beside me, or in the kitchen.
They were her favorite spots. Occasionally, I’d find her by the television, but she didn’t watch much of it.
Lyric’s eyes found mine, but she never lost her stride. Under her command, my softness quickly hardened, and she was able to work with a fully erect dick. Her insatiable appetite for morning meat was always the perfect way to be awakened from my sleep.
“Good morning,” I spoke, the rasp in my voice causing me to clear my throat immediately after.
“Good morning,” she replied, only removing my dick from her mouth for a second to speak clearly.
Her pouty lips stretched to accommodate me. With both her small hands, she tended to the lower end and saved the top portion for her mouth. Thick, bubbly saliva lubricated me, all produced from within her jaws.
“Sit on him,” I insisted, desperate to feel her warmth.
When I’d made it home last night, she was already asleep. Too exhausted from the day’s activities, I slid into bed behind her after my shower. Within minutes, I was in a deep slumber.
Lyric wasted no time wiping her face and removing one of my t-shirts from her body.
She was the sexiest in them. I found myself buying extras just so she could have an unlimited supply.
Finding her in my bed most nights with one of them covering majority of her privates with a chunk of ass and pussy peeking out the bottom had quickly become one of my favorite discoveries.
Her perfectly contoured frame lifted as she reached beneath and grabbed ahold of my dick with her right hand. Lyric placed it at her entryway before sliding down until I’d hit rock bottom. We both released content sighs.
Her hands rested on my shoulders once she was situated in her new position.
Mine cupped one of her breasts while the other cupped as much of her ass cheek as I could.
Up and down she glided on my dick, slowly and addictively, causing me to close my eyes and focus on something other than her flawless body and unbelievably good pussy.
Her wetness consumed me. The sound of her sliminess was the only thing I heard in the air as she fucked me like only she could. When she leaned forward and began to whisper in my ear, I thought that I’d never recover from the load that I let off in her.
“Cum inside of me,” she demanded. Within seconds, her wish was granted.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whispered in Lyric’s ear as I cleaned her breasts, neck, and chest from behind.
I’d already scrubbed down before she’d decided to join me in the shower. I was happy she had because I was starting to miss her while alone with the water.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“If you’ve made any plans for the day, cancel them. You’re rolling with me.”
“Other than dropping gifts off to my nieces, I don’t,” she explained.
“We’ll have to move some shit around to make that happen. Your car is at your crib.”
“Not if we take it to their school,” Lyric enlightened me.
“Your mom’s spot?” I sucked the skin of my teeth and shook my head. “Today the day you broadcast our shit, yeah?”
Even the thought brought a smile to my lips, I had so many plans for us and so much in store for Lyric. All I needed was for her to come clean with her people. Once she did, it would open the flood gates that I never intended to close – ever.
“No.”
Her response stung a bit, though I wasn’t expecting anything different.
“Pulling up there, what other choice do you have?”
“My mother knows,” Lyric revealed. Now facing me, she placed her arms on my shoulders and waited for whatever was next to come out of my mouth.
“What you mean?” with furrowed brows and lowered eyes, I inquired.
“She knows,” she elaborated. “She knows about us, already.”
“When did you tell her?”
“I called to tell her while we were in Maldives but she beat me to the punch. She just knew. Somehow, she just knew.”
Instead of picking at the silence that met the end of Lyric’s sentence, I let it be.
There were several thoughts running through my head, but it wasn’t the time or day to reveal them.
I would in time, but for the moment I simply wanted to enjoy Lyric’s company and prepare her for the eventful day we had ahead of us.
Our shower ended, and we both stood on the plush bathmat drying every inch of our bodies before stepping on the tiled floor.
Lyric made sure we both had bath slides, but neither of us had remembered to bring them back into the bathroom where they belonged prior to our shower.
However, the fluffy drying mat that she’d added to the floor was perfect for the task at hand.
Lyric’s small feet trekked behind me, attempting to keep up as I made my way into the closet.
We were still utterly content without any words being spoken.
As soon as she walked in the closet and found the white Chanel bag hanging from the second hook on the side she’d been storing her clothing, she could no longer keep quiet.
“For meeee?”
She turned around, placing her hands on her chest. Easily the prettiest I’d ever seen in my years, Lyric’s entire face formed a smile. From the top of her forehead to her chin, gratitude was evident.
“For you,” I assured her.
As I pulled a pair of underwear on, she removed the bag from the hook and sat it on the floor.
Still wrapped in her towel, Lyric removed the large black box from inside the white bag.
She carefully untied the bow and began the process of extracting the contents of the box.
I was convinced that most of the money spent on the bags went toward the packaging.
When she finally reached the large gray Caviar Quilted bag that had set me back almost five figures, her hands brushed over the bag as if it was pure gold.
She lifted the bag from the box, leaving the dust bag inside, and examined every inch of it.
She, then, opened it and began to examine the inside.
“It’s authentic. Don’t insult me,” I humored, pulling a white shirt over my head.
“Never hurts to be sure,” she replied, then finally stood to her feet.
On the tips of her toes, she leaned forward and rested her lips on mine.
“Thanks, babe. I love it. I needed this bag to match my gray fits. This is so perfect.”
“Get dressed so we can get our day started. Dress comfortably.”
Deepening our connection, I parted Lyric’s lips with my tongue. She received me well, sucking on my shit before setting it free to roam her between her jaws. My hands, with minds of their own, found her ass cheeks beneath the towel that was wrapped around her body and squeezed them both.
The softness was still something I was getting used to. Lyric’s skin was like butter. She took such good care of every inch of her body that it easily set her apart from any other woman I’d ever encountered.
When I finally pulled back, I slapped her cheeks and sent her back to the other side of the closet. It had always been empty. I imagined I was saving it for her, even if not intentionally. With my closet being the size of a full, spacious bedroom, our things would easily fit if kept organized.
If space ever became a problem for Lyric, I’d already chosen the bedroom that I’d gut to make her dream closet and glam room. The ones at her place were sweet, but I knew I could top them. Well, Laike could. He was the fucking architect.
“Ummmm,” Lyric moaned before tearing herself away from me.
I quickly pulled on the red Nike sweatsuit that I’d purchased especially for Valentine’s Day and headed downstairs where I’d left my timepiece and chains. While Lyric prepared for the day, I decided to hang out on the first level.
Football season had ended but the highlights were still rolling.
I powered on the television to hear the analyst talk shit about players that they couldn’t go up against on their best days.
I’d always thought it was hilarious for a bunch of niggas who’d never been in the field to pick apart every aspect of a game they’d probably never played or played as a kid but never on a professional level unless they were simply a guest of the show.
As the bickering went on in the background, I grabbed a fresh bottle of water to hydrate.
Luca, Laike, and I had stayed out way past our bedtimes kicking shit at Oat + Olive.
We ended the night at the strip club, helping one of their loyal employees celebrate his thirtieth birthday.
By the time I made it in, all I could do was shower to wash the scent of cheap perfume and body spray off my skin before climbing in bed behind Lyric.
Almost an hour passed before I heard her footsteps behind me.
I turned around to see Lyric dressed in a pair of black leggings with the ugliest boots I’d ever seen in my life on her feet.
She was obsessed with them, but I hated to see them coming.
Sharks are what she referred to them as.
I was still trying to figure out what was so special about them.
Nevertheless, she was stunning in a black, fitted top to match.
It came all the way up her shoulders and stopped right underneath her chin.
“I’m ready,” she announced.
Without hesitation, I powered off the television and placed the remote on the table. The things were so easily lost and a headache to locate. To avoid those problems as much as possible, I tried making sure that I laid it in the same spot whenever I was finished using it.
“Let’s ride.”