I took a sip of my champagne. “Twenty or some odd years ago, I felt this powerful force while I was walking down the hall of Frank Cody High School. I looked around until my eyes landed on what was pulling at me. It was you. Right then, I knew you were my kismet. I don’t give a fuck how many women I bedded during our separation; none of them were able to pull me in the way that you did.
“None of them kept my attention as long as you did. Not one of them made my heart flip at the sight of them the way that you did. After being without you for so long, I started to feel empty. But the moment you walked into my house, I came alive inside. I didn’t realize how dead I was until I saw your face again.” I cleared my throat of the emotion building up. I didn’t want tosound weak, but it was what she did to me. “You put my heart in a coma.” I could see her eyes glistening under the candlelight. She didn’t speak for about ten seconds before she took the ring I’d given her from her finger and handed it to me. I frowned, feeling my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach.
Don’t do this shit to me, again, Yummy.
“W-what are you doing?” I stuttered.
“Take it.”
“I’m not taking that. It’s yours.”
“Trust me.” We stared at each other for a minute before I reluctantly took it from her. “Now, ask me . . . the proper way.”
I smirked as I slid my chair back, walked around the table, and kneeled before her.
“Yumi Alaya Aldana. I can give you thirty million reasons why I love you, but the only one that matters is that I do. So fucking much. You make my world spin off its axis and land right into your hands. You have the power to shut shit down and make shit rise. Even though I’m a king, I will always need my queen by my side to help me rule the world. There is no one else I’d rather have standing by my side than you. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Emery Aldana?”
Tears slid down her cheeks as she nodded. “I will be honored.” I slipped the ring back on her finger, and we engaged in a deep kiss. I was the first to pull away because I knew where shit would lead, and I still wanted to do the activity with her.
“Are you done eating?”
“We can wrap it to go. I want to feel you,” she said, pulling at my belt.
I chuckled and grabbed her wrists, kissing the insides of them. “In a minute, baby. I want us to end the night with my dick curled around your cervix.” She laughed as I led her over to the canvas. She took a seat, and I walked to the center of the room and began to undress.
She giggled. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to paint me . . . naked.”
“Emery! I don’t know how to paint.”
“Do your best. Tell me how you want me to pose.”
“Oh, my goodness. I’m going to have you looking crazy. This is your ministry, not mine.”
“Tell me where you want me, Yummy.”
“Huuh, fine. On the stool is fine.”
“Cool. Make me look good, a’ight?”
She giggled again as I stripped naked. I had to have been sitting on the stool for a good hour, and my ass was starting to hurt while she giggled, sipped champagne, and danced in her seat to the music.
“My own little sexy R&B paint and sip. I love it!” She giggled some more.
“My ass is starting to hurt, Yummy. Are you done yet?”
“Hold on. I have one more thing to do.” I waited two more minutes before she told me she was done. I walked over to her and looked at the canvas, seeing something that looked like David Alan Grier fromTales From Da Hood.
“You got me fucked up, my baby.”
She burst into a fit of laughter as I took some of the paint and smeared it on her face. She gasped and dug her hand into the paint and ran her hand down my face. From there, it was an all-out paint war as we laughed, and I held her close.
“You ruined my dress!” She pouted.
“We’ll go on a shopping spree tomorrow.” I helped her out of her clothes and kissed her neckline until I reached her lips. I began rubbing paint all over her body, then lifted her and placed her back against the wall. Our tongues tangoed, and I dipped my knees before sliding myself inside of her.
“Sss, ahh,” she hissed, locking her legs around my waist tightly.
