“Thank you, baby. You want me to open my stuff now?” he asked.
He asked it in a way like he was genuinely confused on what he should do. Little actions of his always proved to me that his ass never had a girlfriend before. I laughed at his question, while I kicked my heels off, and stared at him.
“Yes. Open them now baby. I want to see your reaction,” I said, standing by the dresser with my arms crossed, ready to see him pull out all the gifts that I’d gotten for him.
He removed the shoes that he had on, leaving them by the door, and then he started with the biggest bag that was on the far left. It was a Versace shopping bag. He went inside, pulling out the big, Versace box, opened it, and there was a beautiful, custom black and gold Versace robe inside for him. His name was stitched on the back of it. Tank didn’t own a robe, and that’s why I got him one. I liked to walk around the house, prancing in one of the many robes that I owed, so this was me just trying to allow my baby to match me. The shopping bag that was rightnext to it was another Versace bag, and it held the matching house slippers to go with the robe.
“You not fuckin with my Gucci slides no more baby?” he asked me, holding the house slippers in his hands. I laughed because he knew that I hated those damn Gucci slides. They were his outside shoes, and the shoes that he would walk around the house in, and that shit drove me crazy!
“No. You know I don’t,” I let him know, and he laughed, and then thanked me.
His ass was excited about the robe, and slides combo because while he went through the rest of the gifts, he’d already put the robe on top of his clothes, wearing it, and he slipped his feet into the house shoes. Both items fit him perfectly.
I got Tank a bunch of clothes. Lord knows that he didn’t need any more clothes, but certain brands and items of clothes, I just loved to see him in, so I made sure that I picked him up some of my favorites.
I knew that whenever he went riding Noir, he liked to do it in the brand True Religion, so I picked him up a lot of jeans, and denim tops from that brand. I got him so many cowboy boots, and hats as well. The part where I spent the most was once he got to the end, and he kept opening all the jewelry boxes. A big, fat, rose gold Cuban link chain is what he was currently holding in his hands, and his jaw was damn near touching the floor as he held it. That’s the equivalent of how I looked when I saw the price a couple of weeks ago. I knew that Tank loved his jewelry just as I did. His big, Cuban link chains, he wouldn’t pull them out that often, but when he did, he would look so good in them. He didn’t have this color, which was the reason I’d gotten it for him.
“God damn! This motha fucka is heavy! Ay, don’t get me shit for Christmas. This is more than enough,” he let me know, still holding the chain in his hands.
I laughed, paying his ass no mind, knowing that I was still going to get him things for Christmas anyways.
It was funny standing here looking at him because you could see how appreciative he was for all the items. He damn near had everything on right now that I’d got for him. One of the pricey Stetson Diamante cowboy hats that I’d gotten for him was on his head. He still had on the Versace robe, but he removed the house shoes, and he’d tried on the brown cowboy boots that I purchased from the brand Lucchese. Those boots were a pretty penny too. Tank knew that, and that’s why he was so thirsty to try them on. He had the Ralph Lauren leather cowboy belt tied around him too, wanting to see how it fit him. I knew that my man liked cologne, so I purchased him brands that I knew he was running out of, and brands that I knew he would like, so with that, he sprayed damn near every scent in the air, just wanting to test it out, and I knew that with all those smells going on, it was only a matter of time before my damn head started hurting.
The other day, I heard him mention how he wanted the new Ray-Ban Meta glasses, so I got them for him as well, so those were on him too. He looked crazy as hell with all that stuff on, but I couldn’t stop smiling because at least I knew that he was appreciative towards everything.
“Thank you, baby. I love everything. I never been spoiled like this before,” he announced, coming over to me with all that shit on. So he could be leveled with me, he spread his legs apart, put his hands on my hips, and I kissed him multiple times on his lips, wishing him another happy birthday.
“I gotta program these glasses. We going to make a movie tonight. Ima capture the whole thing. We gotta get nasty as fuck tonight,” he shared, and I laughed at his words.
I eventually walked away and went into the bathroom. I wanted to start the water for our bath, and I also needed to getthis make-up off my face. As I was doing that, Tank stayed in the bedroom, true to his word, trying to figure out how he could get the glasses programmed.
I stood at the sink, already having my make-up wipes in here with me, and I quickly removed it all from my face. Because I just had on all this make-up, I did a complex skin routine, bringing all my travel size products with me. I stopped mid routine, so that I could stop the water from running in the tub.
By the time I was finished, and removing the dress that I was wearing, Tank walked in the bathroom, and he didn’t even give me a moment to warm up for him walking in. Dick just came in, leading the way. He didn’t have any clothes on. His glasses were on, and he looked so sexy in them.
“It’s recording?” I asked him.
“Yeah. You see the light flashing?” he asked me, walking further into the bathroom.
I looked at the side of the frame, and sure enough, the light was flashing, letting me know that he was recording.
I didn’t have any clothes on. Because I didn’t, he came right behind me, getting so close up on me that his dick was poking me on my back. I was fighting the urge to reach back, and just put it in myself, but my ass needed to hold out, and take it slow for as long as I could. This man had been drinking, smoking, and I’m sure that he was still on edge from the shooting that took place, even though he was trying to pretend that he wasn’t. Not only that, but it was his birthday, and all night, he had been telling me about the nasty birthday sex that he wanted to have with me. Add on the fact that we just got engaged, so I’m sure he was ready to knock the frame out.
His large hands reached up the front of my body, and he got a hold of my breast. He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and he looked at us in the mirror, filming this entire thing. I stared back at us in the mirror, in complete awe of ourchocolate bodies resting up against each other. I wanted a son, and I prayed to God that our baby boy was just as chocolate as his parents. I wanted him to be his father’s twin.
“Baby let’s get in the tub,” I blurted, looking at us in the mirror. He smiled at my words.
“I just want to admire you, baby. You done took the makeup off, came out of your clothes, your stomach poking. I love seeing you in this element. So pure. I just want to stand here for a few minutes, and admire you,” there he was with those words that would make me weak in my knees. He just knew what the hell to say.
For about five minutes more, he stood behind me, fiddling with my nipples, kissing my neck, sucking on it too, and every few seconds, he would stick his tongue in my ear, and kiss around it as well. He gave me confirmations while he stood behind me as well, continuing to let me know how beautiful I was, the job well done for handling his birthday, and telling me how he couldn’t wait to marry me.
When I literally couldn’t take the heat anymore, I had to damn near fight my way out of his grasp, and I went over to the tub. He followed me over, and like I weighed two pounds, he lifted me, putting me down in the water. It was hot, just like I liked it. I turned on the jets once I was inside, and Tank came in, sitting down, getting behind me. I didn’t mind my hair getting wet because I knew with the wild night that we were going to have, that I was going to sweat it out anyways, so I kept it hanging down, as I laid back into him, letting my head hit his chest.
“What kind of wedding you want?” he asked me, after sitting down with each other for about five minutes.
“You’re probably going to be shocked when I say this, but I don’t want an over-the-top wedding. Not to say that this happens all the time, but from what I’ve seen on social media,and stuff like that, those over-the-top weddings usually are the ones that don’t last. I know I like to do everything big and grand, but I don’t want to do that with our wedding. I actually want to do it at the church. I want God to be the center of our marriage, Tank. I want to take our marriage seriously. I don’t want it to be a trend, or an aesthetic,” I told him.
“I like that. That’s real. I’m down with whatever you want. Can I recommend something though?” he asked. I nodded my head, so that he could go ahead, and tell me what it was.
