“I’m sorry,” she said, half-asleep.
“Messy-ass,” Demi said, kissing her nose, then her lips, then nuzzling her neck. “How you feel about him staying the whole weekend? I want him to get used to you, to love you like I love you. This the first time he’s really said more than a few words to you.”
“Day mentioned something about a late session tomorrow,” Charlie said. “I mean, he can come, but will he be into it? Sessions are long. He might get bored.”
Demi hadn’t thought of Charlie’s surprise listening party, but there was no reason why he couldn’t pull off both. “Boy been around music his entire life. He’ll surive a studio session. It won’t be his first or his last. Now, sing a nigga a song.”
Charlie giggled. “I’m sleepy, Demi,” she whined.
“I want to be sleepy too, and you know I ain’t sleeping if you don’t sing a nigga to sleep,” he mumbled while seducing her neck with the softest kisses she had ever felt. He palmed her breasts, one then the other.
“This my pussy?” He asked. “Mmm, hmm,” she moaned, eyes still closed and forehead creased in pleasure as her back arched.
“It’s mine, but you can have a li’l bit,” she teased. “If you promise to eat it right.”
Her response amused him to chuckles, and he turned on his back.
“Come get comfortable, Bird,” he said.
Charlie was wide awake now, and she straddled his body. He was so damn wide and strong that her thighs were stretched to the max.
Demi rolled up out of bed, carrying her with him, straight into the bathroom. She knew before he pushed open the shower door where they were headed. Water on, back against the wall, Demi on one knee.
“Oh my god.”
Charlie died twice when he put his mouth on her. Demi had his quirks about sex because he hated to be touched, but with Charlie, in the safety of a clean shower, with the reassurance of a clean body, he tested every limit. She had never had her pussy devoured the way Demi did it. He didn’t lick; he sucked her clit so good that Charlie lost her mind. She thought she might knock his teeth out the way she rode his face.
Demi took a seat on the bench inside the shower and pulled Charlie onto him. Dick should never be so good. It wasn’t supposed to be this lethal. She hadn’t even known it could get this hard, that it could pulse this good, that it could stroke so deep before him. She rode him on her tiptoes because she couldn’t stop them from curling while holding onto his neck. Their passion fogged the bathroom as her cries wailed in the air.
“Fuck, Bird. Fuckkk my life, motherfuck, girl,” Demi groaned. He gripped her ass and slammed her petite body onto his dick.
“I’m cumming,” she called out. “Demi, I’m cumming so good on this dick, baby.”
“Yes the fuck you are.” He was so appreciative, and he watched as her body shuddered and he pumped his soul into her.
It was the longest nut of his life, and he picked her up, spent as he carried her back to the stream of water.
“That was so good,” she panted.
“You tryna kill me.”
She hollered, and he did too as he pressed his forehead against hers while letting the shower cleanse them. As always, he washed her first, grabbing a new towel because Demi never washed with the same cloth twice. When he was done with her, he replaced the towel and washed himself. She was back in bed and fading fast before he finally emerged. The scent of Pinesol followed him into the room because he had cleaned the entire bathroom before calling it done.
“You’re so OCD,” she whispered while hugging her pillow.
He ignored her and climbed in bed beside her, appreciating the fact that she had changed the sheets before he had emerged.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love youuuuu, I want youuuu. You’re the one that I live for and I can’t take it anymore…”
A short, lazy song as she drifted to sleep. She barely opened her mouth, but a little Faith Evans eased his mind. She loved how he appreciated her gift. She had never had a man be truly thankful for something as simple as the melody of her voice. Whether singing or speaking, Demi was spellbound whenever Charlie opened her mouth. If only she could get him to listen to her desires truly. She loved him, yes, but some of their wants for this moment in their lives were different, and as she sat thinking about the love they’d just made. She knew she would have to address it head-on and soon. Otherwise, they’d fall apart.
“She got the invite?” Day asked as he adjusted his cufflinks in the mirror he stood in front of.
Roman nodded. “She got it. Wasn’t too happy about it, but it’s in her hands,” Roman informed. “The fit should be there by now as well. The car picks her up in about half an hour.”
“You’re a good man, Ro,” Day said.
