Chapter 4
S unday
I didn’t want to make us reconnecting too easy, but Houston’s effort tonight won me over. It started with him dropping off the prettiest champagne colored dress with gold heels and a matching clutch. He also paid for me to have my hair, nails, and makeup done.
He came back to my home with a rented Rolls Royce SUV for the evening and roses.
Our first stop was to an awards show that I didn’t even know was happening, then we went to Flight for dinner.
Afterward, we went to a lounge for drinks and dancing.
Being in his arms felt different tonight.
It felt… romantic and intentional. It felt… right.
His hand swept my hair off my shoulder, then he kissed my neck. “You look beautiful tonight, bae. You always look good, but you look really, really good tonight.”
“Thank you, bae. You clean up pretty well yourself.” Houston blushed when I ran my thumb over his bushy brow. “You look so handsome.”
And that was definitely true. His silk dark gray button down had the first few buttons undone, and it was tucked into a pair of gray slacks that wrapped perfectly around his muscular thighs.
We kind of gave off a silver and gold monochrome vibe and people were eating up the pictures we’d posted on social media.
It was fun getting ready for tonight, and I could agree to doing it more often.
I didn’t club but I could dress up more for the right lounge or restaurant.
“Thank you, Presly. Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?” he asked, hands lowering to my ass as we swayed to the music.
“Yes. You?”
“I always enjoy myself with you, regardless of what we’re doing.”
“Yeah, but you just wish we did more stuff like this, huh?”
“Is that so bad?” His voice was unsure, as if he expected his response to lead to an argument.
“No, it’s not. We can do this more.”
Houston smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His lips lowered to mine, and the kiss was sweeter than we’d shared in a while. Houston held me tighter, closer, and in the security of his embrace, I decided maybe it was safe for us to try again.
“Hmph.”
A low grunt escaped me when Houston pushed me against the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. He ripped my panties off, then lowered to his knees. Before I could even prepare, Houston had my clit in his mouth, sucking with the ferocity of a rose with new batteries.
“Ohhh, shit,” I moaned, gripping the back of his head.
My toes curled and body trembled as I relaxed against the wall, allowing him to lick and suck me into a quick climax.
“If this is what I get for putting on a fancy dress, I’ll wear one every day,” I teased as he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to my bed. He smacked my ass as he laughed.
“It’s not the dress,” he made clear, gently tossing me onto the bed. “It’s you giving me what I asked for.”
“And what do I get in return?”
“A night of cumming—back to back.”
“Mm…”
My eyes were frozen on him as he slowly undressed and sheathed himself with a condom. Houston climbed between my legs, pulling me toward the middle of the bed.
He showed me no mercy as he filled me, giving me fast paced, long strokes. My nails dug into his thighs as he rocked his hips. Moans and curses left us both. Houston lowered to my ear.
“Don’t let your people get in your head and come between us again. This pussy mine, and I’m not going to let nobody take you or it away from me.”
I wanted to remind him that we were single.
That I wasn’t his, so my pussy wasn’t either.
But his strokes were so good I couldn’t ruin the moment with the truth.
Especially when they sent me into my second orgasm.
Not letting up, Houston moaned as he lifted himself and pressed my knees into the bed.
He kept his same pace and same target, pressing against my G-spot repeatedly until I came again.
I would never deny that Houston was a man of his word, and he did exactly what he said… making me cum over and over again for the rest of the night.