Just who the hell am I feeling like right now?I giggled and smiled to myself. I had to admit, this shit felt good as hell. I had no worries right now; I pushed back all the what ifs in my mind. It wasn’t that I planned on depending on Dreu at all. He just made me feel secure even without a title. For years, I had been struggling and worrying about how much my bi-weekly checks were going to be.
If things didn’t work out between him and I, I still had enough time to get on my feet with another job. My rent was paid up until the end of next year. I no longer had a car note. My utility bills had credited money added to my accounts thanks to Dreu. He blessed me majorly and didn’t even mention it again for cool points.
His actions fueled mine. It made me want to make him feel good just to show my appreciation that what he did for me didn’t go unnoticed. When you went hard for somebody you liked or even loved. Feeling appreciated made you feel good. So manypeople navigated through life acting like they were entitled to certain things loved ones provided.
I learned that love without appreciation is just survival dressed up as commitment. For a long time, I thought love was enough. That loyalty, history, and endurance counted more than being thanked or held with intention. I overlooked a lot with Devin. I overlooked him hardly ever thanking me and him just acting like the shit that I would do for him was because I had to or was supposed to.
Love said a person cared but appreciation said that they mattered. It was natural for a person to want to feel valued. It never felt good when it was a one-sided thing. My main goal for tonight was for Dreu to get here, feel valued and to understand that I appreciated him with everything inside of me.
Besides my parents and Tammy, I felt it throughout my entire body and soul that he appreciated and valued me.
Once I finished soaking, I got out of the tub and scrubbed my body down in the shower. When I got out, my skin felt soft, and I was super relaxed. I walked into Dreu’s bedroom and opened one of the shopping bags that I tucked away earlier.
I laid out a yellow bra and pantie lace set along with a silk yellow night gown that stopped midthigh with a short split on the side. I used some mango body butter to grease myself down. Then slipped the set on. After I adjusted the straps and sprayed myself down with a little body mist, I eyed myself in Dreu’s bedroom floor to ceiling mirror and smiled.
My hair was in a high messy bun, my brown skin glowed and looked smooth. For a change when I eyed the small acne scars on my face, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I felt sexy as hell and confident in knowing that Dreu loved how I looked with or without makeup. He had that affect to make me feel sexy even if I was looking my absolute worst.
Shit just hit different when you knew a man really fucked with you on all levels. Soon as I opened his room door, I heard his voice. I paused at the top step as my fingers curled around the railing. My heart skipped a couple of beats as I listened to Dreu’s deep ass voice.
“Atmosphere’s By Tavia did all of this. From my front yard to my family room, she hooked a nigga all the way up! She knew that I wouldn’t want no blinking lights, kiddie ass decorations or a bunch of glitter all over my house. She did a consultation with me first, real fucking professional!” He boasted.
I bit into my bottom lip and giggled because he was really laying it on thick as hell. I never did any consultation with him, but it gave me a bright ass idea to do that with future clients once I had them. Without going down the steps yet, I knew that Dreu was making an Instagram reel.
“She hooked this shit up accordingly! She my girl too, so make sure you follow her and support my baby business. I’m tagging her business account and that shit gone be linked in my bio. If any of you thirsty ass niggas try to flirt with her, it’s gone be a major problem.” He continued.
I giggled lowly because Dreu was crazy as hell, but I knew just how serious he was at the same time. Slowly, I started down the steps. The Christmas lights from outside spilled through the tall windows. It cast soft red and green shadows across the neutral walls as I descended. When I hit the bottom step, Dreu stood in the open space near the living room with his phone propped up on the fireplace that I had decorated nicely.
“Damn, I thought I put this bitch on a timer.” He mumbled underneath his breath.
I stood still taking him in. Dreu looked good as hell. Tonight, his locs were pulled on top of his head revealing more of his handsome facial features. It always looked like Dreu had a freshass line up every day. He loved to brag about how he could line his own hair line and beard to perfection.
His intoxicating scent overpowered the smell of the pinecones and candles I had burning. He was dressed simple in black, fitted jeans and a white tee that stretched across his chest and arms. His tattoos, and moisturized smooth skin had heat rushing to my face and down to my sex.
The moment his eyes landed on me, he smiled appreciatively.
“Damn, Pancakes,” he licked his lips and took steps in my direction.
I blushed hard and diverted my eyes to the left suddenly feeling nervous.
“I don’t know what the fuck looks better, all of what you did for the outside and inside of this house…” His words trailed as he ran his hand across my stomach.
I blinked and Dreu’s hands cupped both of my ass cheeks. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I melted against him like butter and moaned into his mouth. His hands massaged my globes as he deepened the kiss. I got on my tippy toes and threw my arms around him and pulled him closer. Happy to have him back here with me and ecstatic about how grateful he was to see the decorations; I started to massage his broad shoulders.
Touch was my love language. The kiss intensified all the feelings that I wanted to put on the back burner to think with a clear mind when it came to Dreu and I. He released one of my ass cheeks, grabbed my hand and guided down the hard thick length between his legs.
Dreu licked my top and bottom lip before pecking me then talking directly into my ear.
“I know exactly what looks better.” He sucked my earlobe into his warm mouth. “It’s you, Pancakes.” His deep voice tickled my eardrum sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body.
He raised the temperature by sticking his tongue in my ear then tracing the rim of it nastily.
“You like it?” I asked timidly already knowing the answer because like always, he showed me with actions.
His actions were always the answers to any second-guessing that might have come to mind.
“I love this shit, you making a nigga feel special as fuck, Tavia.” He murmured in the crook of my neck.
He inhaled me deeply, kissed and licked my neck.
