Chapter 12
NAIJHEL
“Such a diva.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re so particular about your coffee, nails, the way your towels are folded, and everything else.”
She laughed and curled up closer to me on the couch. “I’m a simple girl.”
“Tell me one thing simple about you.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“Okay.” She tapped her head and then answered. “I like drinking coffee in the morning while watching the morning news. When I have quiet time, I love to cuddle up with a crossword puzzle and a mug of tea. Ohhh, and on a cozy, slow Sunday or a rainy Saturday, I’m fine with watching antique shows.”
“I did notice that you have a few antiques in your home. Have you always loved them?”
Delaney bobbed her head. “Yeah. I used to go antiquing with my grandmother, so it reminds me of her. I still go. I’ve been looking for this precious clock for a while.
Every time I track it down and go to the shop where it was last seen, I’m told that it’s no longer there. I have to go track it down again.”
“What does it look like?”
She described the clock to me, and I nodded.
“What about you? What do you do in your spare time when you’re not crushing lives, Mr. Attorney?”
I laughed. “I love muscle cars, and my dad and I used to work on them. We were working on a sixty-nine Thunderbird before he died. We were close to finishing it, and I haven’t found the energy to continue since he passed. I mean, I’ve restored other cars but not that one.”
“You should do it. As an homage to your father.”
“Mm, . . . maybe one day.”
“Good. When you do, I’d like to go for a ride in it one day.”
“Okay, baby. You must have had a long hard day.”
“I did. But why did you say that?”
“You keep yawning, and you’re dozing on me. I must be boring company.”
She giggled and stroked my beard. “Never that, baby. Just sleepy.”
“Well, I’m gonna head home and let you get your rest.”
I had driven straight to her house after picking up something from Soldier’s for a quick meal for us. We ate and settled down to watch a movie.
“No. I want you to stay.”
“Stay?”
“Yeah.”
“So I can watch you sleep?”
“No. You won’t be watching me sleep, but you can put me to bed.”
I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to her bedroom where I laid her on the bed. When I grabbed her covers to pull over her, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Putting you to bed. Ain’t that what you asked me to do?”
“I wasn’t talking about that way.”
“What way were you talking about, sweetheart?”
Delaney sat up in the bed and removed the oversized cotton T-shirt that she had been wearing. I smirked when she tossed it to the floor and then reached under the covers to remove her panties.
“Put me to bed, baby.”
“Are you sure that you’re ready?”
“I’m more than ready, Naijhel. You’ve been taking your time with me to make sure that you don’t hurt me and that I trust you. I trust you, and I’m not fragile.”
“Remember you said that,” I replied, removing my belt from my jeans and then my shirt.
She reached for me, and I leaned over the bed and kissed her. Her hands dragged across my neck, shoulders, and chest. She kissed my tattoos.
“What’s with the Black Dahlia? You have several of them.”
How did a man tell the woman he wanted a future with that the tattoo was a symbol from his former street life?
“It’s nothing. Just something that I got when I was still running the streets.”
“You ran the streets?”
“Yeah.” I kissed her neck.
“While you were a kid? High school? College?”
“High school through my earlier years as an attorney.” I pinched her nipple, and she moaned.
“Really?” she asked, pulling back.
“Really. It just represented the danger that surrounded me back then. It’s in the past.” I stroked her kitty, and she purred for me. I placed my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked them clean.
“Good girl.”
“You once told me that you were a lot to handle. I think I’m prepared.”
I smiled as I continued to undress, but I didn’t say a word. When I removed my underwear, her eyes widened.
“What the hell is that?” she asked, pointing at my dick.
“If I was a self-conscious nigga, you would have messed up the mood, baby.”
“No, seriously, Naijhel. What’s with all the metal?”
“Oh, this?” I asked, pointing at my dick. “I just like accessorizing a little, is all.”
“A little accessorizing?” She shrieked.
“Girl, calm your ass down. I promise you when it’s all said and done, you’re gonna be begging to ride this every chance you get.”
“I’on know,” she replied in an uneasy tone, regarding me warily.
I swaggered toward her with a menacing look in my eyes. We had discussions about this moment for a while. Delaney had even gone as far as to suggest we get tested and share our results, which we had done a little over a week ago.
“My man’s not feeling what you’re talking about, Del.”
“Your man looks angry,” she replied, still staring at my dick.
“I promise I’ll take it easy on you,” I vowed, tilting her chin up with my index finger. I wanted her looking into my eyes and not at my piercings. If she kept staring, she would become more afraid and ruin the moment.
“But what made you go ruin a perfectly good piece of meat, Naijhel?”
“Trust me, baby. My dick’s not ruined, just enhanced.” I brushed my lips against hers and then sucked on them. She purred her pleasure and contentment as she tilted her head further back and opened her mouth for me.
I slid my tongue over hers the way that I knew she liked before I sucked it. Our kiss was the distraction that I needed to lay her back gently until she was reclined on the bed. With one hand, I cupped and caressed the side of her face, and with my other hand, I massaged her breast.
She moaned underneath my gentle touch, and I reveled in pleasuring my woman. I was serious when I told her that I was taking my time with her. I wanted her body, but I needed her heart.
“Relax, pretty girl.”
She did as I asked when I released her face and used that hand to cup her mound.
She was soft and wet just as I wanted her to be.
I pulled my hand free and slipped my fingers into my mouth to suck them clean.
Her pretty, plump lips formed an O of surprise, and her lids grew heavy with lust as she watched me.
I slid my fingers back into her again and kissed her so that she could taste herself. Delaney locked her hands behind my head and deepened the kiss, as I continued fingering her. She wound her hips tight, welcoming the pleasure that I brought.
I lowered my head and spread her thighs wide. With one long swipe of my tongue, I slid across her slickness.
“Ohhh, Naijhel,” she whimpered.
I spread her lips wide and slid my tongue deeper inside. I suckled her moisture, licked her thoroughly, and became intoxicated on her juices. Her hips pushed up and down, and she squeezed my head with her thighs and hands.
Just when she was on the brink of release, I pulled back and licked my lips clean.
“Please, Naijhel. I need to cum, baby,” she whimpered.
I grabbed my erection and stroked it. “I got you, big baby.”
She slid her gaze down to my hand, and she stiffened. With wide eyes, she grabbed my hand and stared at me. “What are you doing?”
“Making you cum.”
“Nai—”
“Do you trust me with your heart, baby?”
“I do.”
“Then trust me with your body. I’ll make you feel so right, Del.”
She nodded and released my hand. Her gaze lowered again. This time she gripped my dick, softly stroked it, and ran her fingers over my hardware.
“What are they?”
“A ladder and a prince. That’s the Prince Albert piercing,” I explained as she stroked the circular barbell pierced through the head of my dick.
“What about these?”
“They’re called Jacob’s ladder,” I replied when she stroked the five vertical rows of straight barbells underneath my shaft. She proceeded to lick each one in successive order. “Watch yourself before you get in trouble, pretty girl.”
Delaney lifted her eyes to me almost in a challenge.
“You don’t think I can handle it?”
I pushed her back on the bed. “You’ll graduate to that. Tonight, I want to feel you around me.”
Although she spread her legs and wrapped them around my back, I could see the hesitation in her eyes. I slowly guided myself into her, basking in the sensitivity of my shaft as I moved deeper inside of her.
Our eyes stayed connected as I sought to go deeper and deeper. Her breath hitched, and she placed a hand over her chest. “Breathe, big baby. Calm your dramatic ass down.”
She exhaled slowly and bit her lip as I stroked her. I pulled back a little and allowed my Prince Albert to apply direct stimulation to her G-spot. Delaney’s eyes flew open as she gripped my shoulders and pumped up.
“You like that?”
“Y-y-yes,” she stammered.
Delaney felt like everything that I needed in life and all I had been waiting on for a long time.
I was so glad that nigga Clayton had fucked up because I was never letting her go.
The sleepiness that had been claiming her a half hour before was nowhere to be found.
I fucked it up out of her as she screamed, bucked, and rode my dick.
We sweated as we rode each other hard and long.
Her hair was plastered to her head, and sweat dribbled down both of our chests and all between her creases.
She struggled to breathe, slapping her hand against the headboard, and biting the mattress at various points, depending on the position I had her in.
I had waited too long to get in the pussy to give up a quick nut.
I was enjoying the hell out of copulating with her and making her know that I meant business.
She was mine. When we were exhausted, she dropped face down on the mattress, with her arm hanging over the side.
Sleepily, Delaney muttered, “I love you, Naijhel.”
Although I gripped her and pulled her closer, something inside of my chest froze.
It was as if my heart squeezed tight and stopped beating for a moment.
Did she truly mean those words? Was it all the things that I had done for her thus far, or was it the after-sex haze that had her saying those words?
It had only been a year since her divorce, and I wanted to be careful with her heart. There were still some things that she didn’t know, things I didn’t think she was ready to know. Was I pushing her too fast?