Chapter Ten
Hell, it’s weed day. Just take a blunt.
DeShawn
It was April 20th, Weed Day, and I was burning with anticipation. It’d been a week since I saw Rezi. Seven days since we slept together … and only slept, nothing more. Time passed slowly after we spilled our guts to one another. We’d made proclamations, ultimately deciding that a short break would be helpful in letting things settle after our emotional night together.
We’d be seeing each other tomorrow, and I was nervous wondering what she’d say. I wanted us to be back together, and I hoped I’d convinced her that I’d never be stupid enough to walk out on her again. Rezi made me want to be a better man, and I was putting in the work to be that for her. Before we separated, she’d asked me to picture our life without kids. Only us and our adventures together, and this week I’d done just that. My conclusion remained that the only thing I couldn’t go through life without was her.
Taking an Uber home, I anticipated my bed. After being out with my boys celebrating the 420 holiday, and the success of my promotional video for the Haze and Blaze Festival, I was beat. It had been a great day, and I’d only had a couple blunts, but given in the last month I’d been higher than any other time in my life, then the shit was still hitting me.
“Happy Weed Day!” Rezi yelped, scaring the shit out of me as I opened my apartment door. “Now there are words I never thought I’d hear myself say.”
Still trying to lower my heart rate, I asked, “Not that I’m complaining, but how in the hell did you get in here?”
“Really, DeShawn?” She shot me a dumbfounded look. “You keep your hideaway key under a random flowerpot in the hallway? There’s not even any sun out there.”
“Okay, but what if they are flowers that don’t need sun?” I countered.
She rolled her eyes. “Like fake flowers that are still obvious as hell in a hallway?”
“Hmm. Point taken.”
Placing my camera case on the floor, I leaned back against the door, taking in the view of Rezi. She’d killed my buzz with her poppin’ out of nowhere antics, but the way my dick was jumping inside of my pants looking at her had me expressing zero complaints.
Her hair was long and wavy, dripping off her shoulders. Her smooth cheeks clinched as I observed her, and although she was absolutely beautiful, nothing had prepared me for the sexy little red set she was wearing. Only she could pull off a sporty, velvet, matching shirt and mini-skirt set and have it be both classic and arousing.
“Well, congratulations on your videos going viral,” she stated. “I heard the Murillos are more than pleased, and the event sold out in just one day.”
“Thank you.” I should have congratulated her as well on her investment with their many businesses, given my discussion with Solange earlier in the week gave me insight to how big the deal was for their company. However, all my thoughts at the moment were just about Rezi and how best to get her naked.
“I know I’m a day early—” Her sentence was silenced as I kissed the words from her mouth, her sweet taste intoxicating from the first trace.
I went in, having every intention on stopping, while my mind fought my urges. However, as soon as her tongue entered the game all objections dissolved away. I was usually the type of man to make sure a woman was okay, ensure she wanted this. But this was Rezi, my Rezi, and she was giving me every indication that she was down for whatever was set to occur tonight. After all, she broke into my apartment.
Her hands wrapped around my neck as my lips continued to captivate hers. The two of us only separated when she screeched as I cupped her ass in my hands, lifting her up and then depositing her on top of my kitchen island.
“Shawn,” she let out breathlessly.
“Oh, baby, say that shit again.” I smiled, separating her legs as she sat securely on the countertop.
“Shawn,” she whispered.
The smile that escaped her mouth as she bit her lip had me capturing her taste once more, before moving on to other parts of her body. Each stroke of my hands were delivered with precision, traveling through her hair, down her neck, and dipping into the lower caress of her back. Her body moved to the motion of my pulls and tugs, ensuring me she’d follow my cue tonight.
“Good girl.” I smirked, earning me a sexy roll of her eyes.
“You’re stunning,” I stated, slowly removing her top over her head. Her bra followed swiftly behind.
When her hands moved to cover herself up, I stopped her. “But your beauty isn’t even a tenth of all you have to offer.”
Her eyes stayed glued on mine, as her hands relaxed, drifting down my forearms. Sliding her skirt farther up, my fingertips played with the rims of her panties as I spoke.
“You’re smart, resilient, adventurous, and more caring than any person I’ve ever met. And although I doubt anybody is worthy of you, I count myself lucky for every day I get to spend with you.”
After sliding her panties off, I discarded them in one smooth motion.
“Shawn, I feel the same …” Her words drifted off as I dropped to my knees, planting decisive kisses up her thighs.
The closer I got to her sweet center, the more her body squirmed, until my tongue reached her clit, pivoting around it in smooth, determined caresses. My instincts took lead, following her body’s signs. The rising and falling of her hips grew more rapid, until I gripped her legs, pinning her against my mouth.
As I could feel her buildup intensify, her legs began shaking, in that intoxicating way that let me know she was losing control.
“Shawn, I’m about to cum,” she moaned. Her admission was a warning in case I wanted to let her go … something I had no intention of doing. As she reached her climax, I remained fixed in place, savoring all her juices in the process.
I liked watching her high that ensued in the moments to follow. Enjoying my view of her naked body displayed on the counter, I licked my lips, completely ready to devour my delicious snack once more.
Sneakily sliding off the counter before I could stop her, Rezi snuck her hands under my shirt, removing it while simultaneously placing soft kisses on my chest. Shooting me a devilish smile, she pulled down my pants, sliding my dick inside of her mouth.
Damn, this shit feels good. But seeing her tonight, I had a mission, to make her cum as many times as she could handle. So, my personal pleasure would have to wait.
Peeling her sexy lips off my dick, I fell into the chair. I placed her securely on top of me, gliding slowly inside of her, our connection feeling indestructible as she stared into my eyes. I let out a howl as she lifted up slightly before sliding back down, her body clenching around my member. I was supposed to be leading this connection, but I knew the animalistic groan that escaped me meant I’d soon cum before she had her second orgasm.
“Not going to happen, darlin’.”
“You sure about that?” she teased, confirming that she knew exactly what she was doing riding me in the chair that way.
“Positive,” I said, the huskiness of my voice still prevalent.
Picking her up, I relocated us to the couch. My thrusts this time were measured and decisive. I’d craved her more than words could say, and being inside of her now was taking every part of my self-control not to lose myself in her. I knew I wouldn’t win this battle every day, but I wanted tonight to be about her. I needed my actions to quiet any doubts that might remain, taunting her with thoughts that I could break things off again. Because I knew I couldn’t.
Walking away from her a year ago had taken all of my strength, and it was the wrong fucking call. I could have lost her forever. But we were here now, my body literally connected with her sweet center, and damn did it feel good to be home. I would cherish her like the treasure she was, and after tonight, I hoped she would know it.
Hitting her G-spot, her body began to lightly tremble again as she excitedly called out my name. Thrust after thrust, I grew inside of her. Her climax only intensified my desire. Shit, I felt like I could burst. But I had a point to prove, and only two orgasms down meant I was far from proving it.
Rezi
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Last night, DeShawn had sexed every inch of my body. My five orgasms had set a personal record for one night. He was a man on a mission, only allowing himself one orgasm, despite my efforts to push him over the edge. He was determined, and to hell if that willpower wasn’t sexy.
Waking to still find him in bed, I slipped out, throwing on a pair of his joggers and T-shirt in the process. He’d put in work last night—tantalizing, satisfying, cardio-intensified work. The least I could do was run out and get him a special treat for a job well done.
After opening the apartment door, I slid the bagels and coffees on the counter, keeping the empanadas in hand as I made my way to his bedroom. Before entering I could hear him talking to himself, his mantra repeating as I pushed open the door.
“Hey, Shawn,” I snickered.
He leapt up, my entrance evidently scaring him. A bashful expression was displayed on his face as he turned to me.
His mouth dropped open, his, “G-Good morning,” sounding forced.
“Sorry, did I frighten you?” I teased, joining him by the bed.
“Always,” he answered honestly.
“You thought I’d left, didn’t you?”
When his head dropped, I couldn’t stop the sides of my mouth from creeping up into a rascally grin.
Meeting my eye, he shook his head. “Proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“On multiple accounts,” I replied. “I got you a treat for a job well done last night.” I knew my baby voice annoyed and excited him at the same time.
“Job well done? Really?”
He grabbed the bag of empanadas and threw them on the dresser, before tossing me back on the bed and gliding on top with ease.
“If you had energy to not only sneak out on me, but mock me endlessly this morning, then I clearly didn’t handle my task well enough last night.”
“Oh, trust me, baby, you did,” I countered, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I’m sore as hell.” I laughed. “But I’m open for another quick workout before we enjoy the breakfast I picked up.”
“Is that right?” he questioned, our flirtatious banter remaining solid.
Within seconds we were making out, until a thought rushed into my mind, our intimate embrace feeling reckless for the first time.
“DeShawn, what are we doing?” I asked, my tone instantly changing the mood.
“I came here last night, because I wanted to see you, but everything I said last week is still true. I don’t want children, and I can’t see a future of yours without them.”
Sliding off the bed, he caught my hand, as both feet touched the ground. He pulled me into his arms, brushing his lips against mine.
“Rezi, I thought long and hard about everything you said last week. Last night was about proving to you what I’ve known since I walked away from you. Leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life, and one I promise I’ll never repeat again.”
Holding me, he lifted my face to meet his. “I love you, and you … you taught me how to love. Therefore, if you’re asking if loving you is enough, the answer is yes.”
He paused, his gaze dropping. “It’s true, I saw a future with kids. I’ve seen a few paths, in our careers and families. But the one constant I always saw, no matter the circumstances, was you. You’re the one thing I can’t give up.”
Letting his words settle, my eyelids grew heavy. Damn, I love this man. And I hated the thought of taking anything away from him. But a year ago, he struggled to tell me his thoughts and feelings, and now that he had, I needed to trust them. Believe that he knew what choosing me meant, and I would love him as wholly and as fiercely as ever.
“I love you, too.” I nodded, a tear trickling down my cheek. As he kissed it away, I found solace in his arms, happy to have found my safe haven once more.