Just like my mother did with me every Easter Sunday, me and the girls color eggs and I hide a few in the yard for them to find. We also get bunny cookies from Seasonal Sweets to eat after dinner.
“We gon’ look so extra pretty,” Averi gushes. “Are you getting your hair braided too?”
“Not this time. Maybe for the summer.”
We make it to the school and through the long drop-off line. As soon as I see them walk through the main entrance, I hit Xai, send him my address, and tell him to be at my house in an hour and a half. I rush home, drink the last jar of Coochie Juice, change my linens, and spray the new set with lavender and take care of myself next.
After running an oatmeal and milk bath, I soak in the skin-softening hot water. When it tempers down to lukewarm, I get out, take a shower, then thoroughly oil every inch of my frame with my favorite scent. My hair is next. Using my large ceramic curling iron, I curl my hair and use my extra-large rods to secure the curls while I dress.
Trying to semi-grant his request, I choose my brown, sheer, see through, lace babydoll gown and brown thong. Once I’m dressed, I moisturize my face, add a little tinted gloss to my lips, remove my rods, and finger comb my hair. Before leaving my room, I light the Calm candle from my Light My Flame C3 collection then walk out and light the Cool one in the living room.
My house is clean and smells fresh. My bedroom is ready and my body is filled with excited but nervous energy. I’m looking sexy, feeling sexy, and ready when I hear my doorbell camera chime. After taking a deep breath and running my hands through my hair, I unlock and open my door. Standing on the other side, holding a small duffel and dressed in dark denim and a black designer shirt with a platinum chain, is Xai. His intoxicating, woodsy, spicy, and citrus scent tickles my nose as soon as I pull the door ajar.
“Damn…shit,” he mumbles as his eyes take a tour of me.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“It is now,” he says as he steps in. With a mannish but sexy look on his handsome face, he crowds my space, wraps his arms around me, then kisses me with so much damn passion my knees buckle.
“Damn,” I moan, expressing his same sentiment when he releases my mouth. He kisses the side of my neck then grabs my ass. “You want a tour?” I ask.
After salaciously running his tongue across my shoulder and up the side of my neck to my earlobe, he utters, “If the tour means I get to walk behind you and watch that ass, I’ll take a few tours.”
“This way,” I say as I grab his hand and lead him through the house. The tour ends in my room. “And this. This is my ro?—”
His mouth on mine stops my words and I don’t have any complaints. I love the way Xai kisses and welcome his lips each and every time. As his lips and tongue finesse mine, I feel his hands grip my ass then snake to the top of my thong. He pulls it down and it falls on my feet.
I’ve felt his hands before. I’m familiar with and love the sensation of them on my body but this touch feels different. This touch has purpose and knowledge of the end goal. The fact that today, I’m actually going to feel all of him, has me in a heightened state of sensory awareness. Although his hands are only on my ass, I feel them all over.
“Xai,” I moan.
“Yeah, pretty girl. You like how I kiss you?” he asks, eyes peering into mine.
“Yes,” I trill.
His hands grip my hips then move up my sides, under my breasts. With each movement of his hands, his eyes don’t waver from mine. Although his eyes are dark and intense, I notice a spark and flicker in them, making him look even more sexy.Between the intensity of his eyes and the feeling of his warm, exploratory hands, I’m slowly coming undone.
His hands travel across my stomach, then somehow, he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it on the floor.
“Damn,” his baritone rumbles as his eyes penetrate my skin, causing a vibration through my soul. “You look more beautiful than I could have imagined. Shit, baby,” he says and I’m pretty sure my cheeks are rosy.
I’m not insecure in any way. When I look in the mirror, I see a beautiful woman and love everything about me,everything.But hearing I look beautiful from a fine ass, sexy ass man and seeing the total adoration and appreciation of my body through his eyes and words hits different. It somehow makes me feel even more beautiful.
His hands cover my breasts and my nipples pebble under his thumbs. All of me is overstimulated in a good ass way. Granting my overwhelming desire to touch him, I place my hand on his chest. I can actually feel his muscle definition under his shirt.
“Take this off,” I utter and he grins.
“You trying to see me?”
“Mmhm. I want to feel your skin on mine,” I admit.
“I want to feel myself inside you. Let’s go to your bed,” he says, and before I can move, he scoops me up bridal style.
When we reach my bed, gingerly, he places me back on my feet. My back is to the bed so he turns to face it. He steps into me and I feel his dick press against me through his jeans. My damn mouth waters and my clit throbs at the same damn time.
He latches one arm around me, pulling me into his chest, and his free hand lands between my legs. He cups my pussy and presses his thumb against my clit. I moan softly from his touch.
“I like your hair like this,” he mumbles before moving it off my neck. Then he peppers a tender kiss right below my earlobe.“You always smell so fucking good. Whatever it is, I’m about to lick it off you.”
