“I’m not saying all of this to make you cry, Pancakes. I’m just saying it because I remember you looking your happiest when talking about it. You ain’t done dreaming either. If you can bring yourself to trust me again…I want to help you. What’s the pointin acting like you don’t have the proper help when a nigga like me in front of you, fully loaded.”
Dreu cupped my face and tilted it up, so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. Those deep, warm cognac-colored eyes that could see straight into places I tried to hide. It felt like we could see into each other’s souls. Well-connected even with his thick piece of meeting still plunged deep inside of me.
He brushed his thumb under my cheekbone then wiped the rest of my tears.
“Jatavia,” he murmured voice low and certain. “I want to help bring those dreams back to life. I got my own money now, this shit ain’t off the backs of my parents nor my brother. The money I got now, I grinded hard for.” He stated seriously.
“W-what?” My breath caught.
“I’m serious as hell,” he said, leaning in closer, forehead almost touching mine. “Those dreams weren’t small nor childish. They were bigger than the apartment you live in, bigger than Vegas, and bigger than what life itself tried to make you settle for.”
My heart thudded painfully.
“This,” he made his dick jump inside of me. “Feels good as fuck, but I ain’t tryna be in your bed. I want to be a part of something with you. I’ll help you create ‘Eden’s place’ and ‘Atmospheres By Tavia’.” He smiled.
“That’s too much.” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Plus, I changed my mind on what I want for Eden’s Place. I want it to be different than going to talk to a therapist. I want Eden’s Place more like a sanctuary where people can go to receive full body massages. Meditate and just escape the noise of their day-to-day lives. I imagine having something like that in my late forties though. I really want Atmosphere’s By Tavia, I just got to stop being lazy and start doing events.”
“Then that’s what we gone do then, step by step I want to help you. I’ll make the time, I promise.” He reassured me.
“Dreu, that’s too much. If I want it, I need to make it happen.” I said.
I never had something so good to be true happen to me until Dreu. Then he hurt me, and the reality of life kicked in after him. We both were thirty years old now. He was established now as a celebrity rapper, and I still was struggling. I felt scared to entrust him with changing my life although I knew he could…the what ifs in life always got the best of me.
A soft breath left me then something inside of me cracked open. The look in Dreu’s eyes said that he meant every word. I could feel it in the way his fingers held my jaw, the way his voice dipped, steady and sure.
“It’s never too much for me, Pancakes.” He said.
“You know what I always admired about you?” I asked lowly with a small smile breaking through my emotions.
He raised a brow; curiosity brightened in his eyes.
“You always had this wild idea,” I said slowly, “that you were meant for something big. Even when you didn’t have the skill or connections…you always had belief.”
He blinked; I could tell he was stunned by the compliment he never expected.
“You never acted like you were less than anyone,” I explained. “Even when you weren’t all the way ready, and your family disagreed in your dreams. You acted like you belonged. And eventually…you did.” I said softly.
His expression shifted, I could see his chest puff out a little. I knew my words hit a place inside him he didn’t tend to show others. I reached up and touched his cheek gently.
“When we were together you taught me confidence just by existing…even if you didn’t know it.” I whispered the last part.
Dreu stared at me so intensely, I had to look away for a second.
“That right there,” he murmured lowly, “is why I can’t leave you alone, ma. You make me feel…seen.” He kissed my forehead.
Heat filled my stomach as he slowly started to stroke my already wet pussy. His tongue glided from the tip of my nose to the ridge. Dreu pulled all the way out and slid back inside of me. My eyes fluttered as he reached between us and strummed my sensitive clit.
“Dreu,” I moaned out.
He said nothing as he kissed my face, cheeks, temples, and lips. I felt so adored by him as he gave me deeper love strokes that held deeper meanings.
“I could do this shit all fucking night and day.” He rasped against my mouth.
He pinched and circled my clit repeatedly until I reach back to grab his ass and pull him in deeper. I clenched my inner walls to choke his dick and make it hard for him to even think about pulling out. His forearms flexed as he shuttered and moaned out incomprehensible words right along with mine.
“You gone cum all over this dick again for me, Pancakes?” His fingers dug deep into my hips.
