I let out a small whimper as he eased back inside of me. I locked my legs around his hips as he stroked me with perfect precision. The moment was intense, the orgasm that I thought left sparked back up. Dreu’s jaws clenched tight as he eyed me with so much love and admiration. Heat shot down my core as I pulled him down to me and kissed him deeply.
His balls slapped against my ass as he picked up the pace. Dreu’s tongue danced against mine as our slick bodies meltedinto one. Soon as his nut shot into me, my pussy clenched him tighter. My inner walls milked him as he growled into my mouth. Dreu fucked me through my orgasm, he kept his eyes opened as he continued exploring my mouth.
“Jatavia, fuck!” He moaned my name out.
His head tilted back as I locked my legs tighter around him. I felt deep satisfaction when he collapsed and panted on top of me. My fingers glided up and down his slick back as he kissed the side of my face.
“That shit was magic, baby.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
His thick length pulsed inside of me as he turned to the side with me still locked in his arms.
“It was, I needed that.” I murmured out.
“And I need you, Tavia. We got to figure something out.” He pulled my left leg up around his waist.
“We take our time, Dreu. Things can’t move at your pace.” I reminded him.
“You don’t think I know that?” His warm arm wrapped around me.
“If shit moved at my pace, I’d have you back in Cali chasing your dreams by tomorrow morning.” He said the words directly in my ear.
“And what dreams are those, Dreu?” I whispered.
Now I was holding my breath because I didn’t really believe he remembered after all of these years. Tammy was the only person that held me accountable for the things that I dreamed of doing and becoming.
“A luxury wellness sanctuary in the hood,” he chuckled and kissed the top of my shoulder. “You told me that you wanted to call it ‘Eden’s Place’.” He smiled with excitement in his hooded eyes.
He tightened his arms around slightly as he stroked my back tenderly.
“I ain’t come from the hood but always thought that it would be dope. You mentioned that it would be a place where people from where you grew up could heal without feeling judged. A place where black therapists didn’t talk down to nobody. Where folks could walk in depressed, angry, traumatized, and actually get help. You were really passionate about that, and I know its because of some of the things you saw living in the projects…and your own depression you struggle with from time to time.” He said softly.
My eyes widened, then my heart started to pound.
“You really remembered all of that?” I asked in disbelief.
“Baby,” he murmured, kissing the side of my jaw, “I remember everything, Tavia.”
I didn’t want to get emotional, but it was hard not to.
“You told me people from the hood deserved peace just as much as anybody with money. I remember it was the first time that I opened up to you about my parents and my upbringing, I told you?—”
“You told me that even people with money don’t have peace. You hated the way your parents acted like they were so perfect when you knew they were far from it. You hated how they put so much pressure on Bleu…so you felt like he often resented you for getting spoiled since they were light on you. It also made you feel like they really never gave a damn about which direction you took in life as long as their precious company was ran right and their image was upheld to perfection.” Tears burned my eyes instantly as the words escaped my mouth.
Dreu closed his eyes as I talked, I felt his strong emotions when he opened them. Although his parents thought they spoiled him, he felt a void growing up. Dreu always felt like henever truly pleased his parents enough because most of the time they were too focused on his big brother.
“Yeah,” he swallowed down as I gazed into his eyes. “You remember a lot too.” He offered me a small smile.
I turned my face slightly, trying to breathe but he pulled me tighter against him. His lips affectionately brushed across my temple.
“You also wanted to start a high-end event and set design company?—”
“The kind that built experiences, not just decorations.” I cut him off smiling through my tears.
“Weddings, galas, proposals, brand launches. I told you that you could do some work for Maison Langston’s. You said you would name thatAtmospheres By Tavia.”
I pressed my face into his chest and sobbed softly. He remembered the dreams that I abandoned because life for me got too loud, too heavy, and disappointing. In order to chase those dreams I needed the proper funding. I worked regular ass jobs and moved to Vegas since apartments were cheaper out here. Still, I had no clue how to get things started because I was never given the proper resources growing up.
My mom and dad worked regular jobs as well. They made enough to take care of me and my brother, but those jobs weren’t enough to push us through college. Mom was a manager at Target since I was too young to remember. My dad was a bus driver for the city of L.A. Both of their incomes were enough to keep a roof over our heads, food in the refrigerator yet they both stressed over bills often times.
