“Hell yeah, but I want to suck all over your pretty toes though.” I told her.
The way her soft plump lips felt against my now greased up feet felt good as hell. I was ready to say fuck the massage and eat her pussy until it was dry.
“I watched all your videos. I only focus on the good comments. You don’t even realize the effect that you have on people do you?”
My chest tightened. I stared up at the ceiling clenching my jaw as emotions crawled up my throat uninvited.
“I be hard on myself,” I admitted quietly.
“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to stop. That shit not funny, so don’t expect me to laugh when you say negative shit like that about yourself.”
We both remained silent. Her hands moved again, thumbs digging into a spot that made me sigh out in relief. Shit felt too damn good while she had me in tuned with my emotions.
“You don’t got to be the best rapper in the world. Just be Big D,” she laughed softly. “That’s who the fuck they coming to see, Otis!” She said animated.
I laughed as something warm and familiar spread through my chest thicker than pride and ego… Love.
It reminded me of the type of love Jatavia dished out probably without even realizing it. It was the kind of love that corrected you gently instead of breaking you down.
Her love was raw, unfiltered, the sort that peeled your layers back and made you face every part of yourself, the good and the ugly. She poured herself into me with every touch, every look, like she was trying to stitch up the place’s life had split me wide open and left me doubtful.
With her, love didn’t mean hiding the rough edges or pretending the pain wasn’t there. It was in the way she held my gaze when I couldn’t find the words, in the softness of her palmon my chest as if to steady my heartbeat, in the way she called out Big D but never let me forget who Dreu was underneath all that bravado. Her love felt like coming home after a storm, drenched and shivering, and finding a fire burning just for you.
She made a nigga feel special, seen, and fully loved without no pressure.
“Alexa!” I licked my lips.
“Play B2K ‘Everything’” I stood up slowly waiting for the beat to drop with a silly smirk on my face.
“Dreu!” Jatavia laughed.
“Nah, you making me want to turn into an R and B nigga. I gotta sing to you baby. Get my weed tray and roll up, while I serenade you.” I told her as I stepped from side to side.
She was a fit of giggles and that shit made her look even more sexy. She tucked strands of hair behind her ear, crossed her thick short legs and watched me with passion dancing in her brown eyes.
“When I’m out on the roadddd, going from show to show… told my homie Romeo, how much I miss you so. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be… I’m missing you, wanting you… and I really want to talk to you.” I sang to the best of my ability but knew that shit sounded all kinds of chopped and screwed.
Jatavia got up from the couch and walked right into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head up against me. One of her hands slid up and down my back in a comforting motion. I leaned down, inhaled her scent from the top of her scalp.
“You really believe that?” I asked lowly.
“With my whole heart, baby. You special as hell, you got to feel it, know it, and accept that shit.” She said without hesitation.
That did it. Before I could stop myself from choking up a tear escaped my right eye. Not wanting to fuck Jatavia’s hair upwith my water works, I pulled her closer and rested my forehead against hers. For a moment, we inhaled each other.
“Damn Pancakes,” I sniffled and shook my head. “You really my soul mate, I’m madly in love with you Ma.” I kissed the tip of her nose then between her eyes.
“You special as fuck too… I want you to know that and embrace it as well. Every part of you is beautiful, even the parts you think is imperfect baby. I love all of you. I’m obsessed as hell with your smile, your presence, all these thick ass curves…and this big ass booty.” I reached behind her to grab a handful.
She blushed and did that look away out of nervousness thing that she did whenever I praised her. Soon she wouldn’t look away, she would be confident in each word that I spoke to her.
“Good. I love you too, baby.” She smiled softly then kissed my lips.
In this moment I told myself that it didn’t matter whatever beat I missed or whatever timing I fought… Jatavia was right on time in my life. I felt her love in every word she spoke, I saw it in her eyes and I wasn’t letting go.
I slid my hand into her hair and massaged her scalp with my fingertips.
“Squeeze them thick ass thighs together and tell me how wet I got you.” I slapped her on the ass.
