That’s why he’s doing this.
“You nice enuh,” he says, cupping my face. “And mi love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, kissing the corner of his lips. He responds by wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Remember your mom is here,” I caution, but he looks unbothered. Completely. He continues his gentle torment with that maddeningly straight face. I pull back.
He studies me, then says, “Come yer.” His tone is low, serious and it intimidates me. I cover it with a smile.
Why him nuh hear?
“Come yer,” he repeats. When I don’t move, he gets up.
My heart races with each step he takes. He pulls me into him; my chest bumps against his.
He guides me to the island and lifts me onto the stool, stepping between my legs. The way he takes up space so effortlessly dominant makes me dizzy. His arms wrap around me. He stares deep into my eyes until I blink.
Then his lips find my neck, kissing, sucking, pulling me closer. My earlier self-consciousness fades.
Well… for now.
Mi a pray Nicki stay upstairs though… Mi hope she nuh come down.
I almost forget why I came over here. I switch gears to something I can handle.
“You nuh wah hear the something weh mi like?” I ask.
He smiles.
“Just guess what it is.”
“A car?” he guesses. I shake my head and laugh as he hisses impatiently.
“It’s not as expensive as a car babe,” I say. He looks off, thinking, then turns back to me with a sigh.
“Just tell me wah it be nuh Mami and mek mi get it fi yuh.” His voice. Whew.
“It’s kinda weird, you a go say yes still?” I ask, watching him narrow his eyes.
“Why you wah something weird?”
I shrug. “It nuh really weird just that you might say no like how we have one already.”
He walks off, pours cherry juice in our cups, then hands me one. I bite the brim playfully, eyes on him.
“Thanks babe..” I say, taking a sip.
He does the same, then adds, “Mi say mi a go get anything you want still so just tell just say the word.”
“Okay..” I smile sheepishly, turning my phone to him. “I saw this Pomeranian on Instagram for $3000 USD and I really really like him?”
He narrows his eyes. “You a tell me bout mommy upstairs and yaw look pan man suh,” he says, making me laugh. “If you continue look pan man so mi a go cock yuh up inna the closest room and make yuh forget say mommy even deh yah.”
All when mi direct it from sex, him bring it back deh.
With this attitude, you a go breed again.
“Shut up,” I giggle at both him and my subconscious.
