“Huh?” He sheepishly frowned. His eyes had reddened, and I couldn’t help but notice how his waves always appeared lustrous with his fine grade of hair.
“Those gifts under the tree.” I pointed behind me. “I counted at least three that came from you. And I just know that you didn’t buymeanything.”
“Well, then you don’t know shit, then. Cause I bought those gifts with my own money,” he slurred.
My brows arched. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, damn. That means that I gotta get you something too.”
He shrugged.
“Yep. I’ma get your hungry ass a six piece from Popeyes, since you like stealing food.”
“What?” He hopped off the couch. “You got me fucked up.” He grabbed me, placing me in a headlock.
“Ahh!” I yelped, as I wildly swung on him.
Playfully, we tussled all over the living room.
“Oh, hell no!” I screamed, as he grabbed my legs, lifting me off my feet. “Stooop!” I squealed, as he jogged through the house with me in his arms.
Our parents had crept off, probably somewhere doing the nasty. And we were behaving like the two big kids that we were.
I was crying laughing, as he pinned me against the wall.
“You better let me go, boy,” I warned.
He paused and gazed into my eyes. “What if I told you that I didn’t want to?”
I tilted my head. “Want to what?”
“Let you go.”
I giggled. “Breeze—”
My words were cut off, as he placed his lips on mine.
“Mmm,” he moaned against me. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
Being within his arms felt so good. And so right. So, I didn’t try to stop him. That was until he was getting carried away, and had lifted my breasts out of my bra.
That’s when I broke our kiss. “Boy, what the fuck?” I hissed, as I pulled my bra back over my breasts. “Both of our parents are still in this house. We can’t do this. Not right here. Not right now.”
Gradually, he nodded, before backing off, lifting his hands in surrender. “You got it.”
My eyes swept over him, taking in his relaxed appearance, while he rocked a beater and basketball shorts. The muscles in his strong arms flexed, as he rubbed his hard stomach, andlicked his lips. My eyes traveled down the print in his shorts. The clothing material did very little to conceal his weaponry. His hard dick extended down his thigh, nearly reaching his knee area. No exaggeration.
Ms. Kitty was literally throbbing at the sight.
I gulped. “Okay, good. Now…I’m finna go upstairs and take a bath. And you do…whatever it is that you do.”
I called myself stomping off, only to realize that he was right behind me.
“Where are you going?” I quizzed, as we both headed upstairs.
“To my room,” he calmly smirked.
