“No, I’m not. Come here,” she said pulling on my arm.
“Stop beautiful. You gon’ start some shit and regret it in the morning. Chill and drink this.” I tried yet again to get her to drink something, and she shoved it out her face.
“Get in the tub. Don’t make me say it again,” she said mocking me from earlier in the club.
Smirking, I nodded and stripped as well. I slid down in the tub behind her and she released a soft moan. I couldn’t lie. Being able to experience her like this was bittersweet. I ain’t want her to regret moving too fast or none of that shit. Then again, she was speaking sober thoughts with a drunken tongue. I wanted to believe everything she was saying.
“This feels so good,” she whispered.
I was back to wrapping my arms around her canvas and her melting into mine. The gentle pecks she applied to my arm made me feel like this was something she’d been craving. Surprisingly, a nigga wasn’t on some slimy shit. My dick remained soft as she got comfortable.
“You drank too much Mama. Why you kill that bottle like that?”
“My man was there protecting me. Why wouldn’t I take advantage of the night? You had me, right?” She was drunk as hell but held conversation better than sober muthafuckas.
Kissing her neck, I said, “Always. You gon’ move to Florida so I can do it properly? Let me love on you the right way.”
“What’s for me down here love?”
“Yo’ man and our future kids. This ain’t a want for me beautiful, it’s a need. Do that for me. I won’t ask for anything else,” I lied.
“Damn. I just knew you was going to ask to fuck,” she said sobbing.
“Nah., I don’t ask for pussy. If it’s offered, that’s a different story.”
Sitting up, she turned around and repositioned herself in my lap to where my dick was resting between her folds. She was deliberately waking him up. With her breast against my chest, she circled her arms around my neck.
“I’m offering.”
“I don’t want it. I know what you been through, and you ain’t ready. Do I want to beat yo’ shit down to the floor? Hell yeah. But you drunk as fuck and I ain’t ‘bout to do you like that. Sober up Mama and if you still want some dick in the morning, I’ll gladly fuck yo’ ass silly. Right now, focus on leveling that drunk shit out. I’m good,” I said declining her offer.
I was a man that was attracted to everything ‘bout his woman. However, this wasn’t the time to stamp that shit. I wanted her to understand her decisions and not think another man would take her innocence. If she wanted me to have her, it was gon’ be when she had a clear mind.
“Why you got to be a gentleman right now? Just fuck me already,” she whined.
Chuckling, I said, “No. Now let me wash you up so we can go to bed.”
She fussed some more but she eventually got over it. I was here to give her whatever she wanted, just not tonight.
The bright sunrays hit a nigga face causing me to wake disgruntled. One thing a nigga hated was my sleep being interrupted. I worked hard day and night. The least that bright muthafucka could’ve done was let a nigga get a lil’ rest or something.
Rolling over, I was met by something else bright and bubbly. Heidi was wide awake just staring at me. She was lowkey creeping me the fuck out. I mean, she wasn’t blinking or nothing. Like damn, can I help you?
“Good morning, love,” she spoke lowly. Soft kisses were placed on the side of my chest. She was affectionate without doubt. This was what she needed more than me.
“Good morning beautiful,” I responded placing a kiss on her forehead. “The hell you doing up so early fa?”
Shrugging, she said, “I don’t know, but I haven’t been able to stop being so damn emotional. You really are a good man. I was drunk as fuck last night, and you respected me in ways I didn’t expect. Thank you.”
When people hit you with that bullshit ‘bout them not knowing what the hell went down during their drunk phase, I never believed them. I could drink a muthafucka under the table and still remember my entire night. I was glad to see that she did as well.
“I’m gon’ always show you respect. I know what you been through and taking advantage ain’t never been my M.O. When you ready for a nigga to drill that gushy shit, I will.”
Throwing back the covers, she straddled her naked body across mine. The warmth from her pussy had a nigga up like OG’s son on the third day. I smirked as I rested my hands on her hips.
“Get off me Mama. I was a gentleman last night. I don’t have that same control this morning,” I said warning her.
“I don’t need you to be. I offered it last night and you declined it. We’re sober and I’m offering again. You going to love me the right way or let it pass?” she challenged.
