“Well, this is me asking.”
He didn’t speak at first, instead he came down to where I was. Then when he was close enough, he glanced down at me. “Good now?”
“Almost.” I smirked.
He was about to speak when I leaned in and pecked his lips. Who was I kidding? The movie was boring, and I’ve wanted him to kiss me since I first walked in the door.
I went to pull back but couldn’t because in one swift motion I was on his lap, and his hands were at my side.Fuck! I had started something, and it felt way too good to stop. Fuck it.
When I pulled back, I just peered down at him. He had this look on his face. Then he shook his head. “We’re both grown, baby. If we go there then, that’s our move. I ain't going to judge you, but it damn sure ain’t no going back.”
“I have no worries about you judging me, shit if anything you better hope I don’t judge you.”
He leaned forward and seized hold of my lips, then when he was about to pull back, he bit my bottom lip. “Is that right?”
I nodded.
“You spending the night with me?” I could tell he meant to ask, but it definitely came off like a statement.
“Do you want me to? I mean those late-night conversations on Face Time are actually interesting and kind of cute.”
“Yeah, they are, but fuck a phone you’ll be in my bed. In my...” His sentence trailed off as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.
“Mhmm.”
Why was I so comfortable around this man that I knew absolutely nothing about besides what he told me. He could’ve been a complete liar, but my caution was nowhere to be found. My caution had apparently decided to sit this one out and leave me to figure this one out on my own.
I didn’t really have anything else to say, and I could tell he didn’t either. We were in one of those spaces where we not only knew what was going down at some point in the night, but neither of us could wait for that moment. Where I thought time would slowly wind down, I was wrong. Before I knew it, he was carrying me to his bedroom. He did his big one with that, because he carried my ass up from the basement to the second floor of his home. Then before I could compliment his strength, he tossed my ass onto his bed like I was feather light.
He just stood there looking at me for a while with this expression that I couldn’t read. Shit, of course I couldn’t read it, I didn’t even know this man.
“You know what’s fucked up?” he asked a few seconds later.
“What?”
“I ain’t used to none of this shit.”
“None of what?” By now he had me confused.
“Actually, giving a fuck enough to wanna get to know you rather than only taking it there.” He took a seat at the foot of the bed, prompting me to sit up and come a little closer to him.
“And I’d like to get to know you too. If you don’t wanna do this, then I un—” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, because once again this nigga was grabbing me up like a damn rag doll. This time he put me on his lap and my knees rested on both sides of him.
“It ain’t that at all.” He leaned forward and pecked my exposed chest. “And shit like that, you feel this. But I need you to know that this ain’t just me tryna get between yo’ legs. Whatever I’m exploring with you goes beyond this.” By the way he was gripping my breast and the way he was kissing my neck he could’ve told me anything and I would’ve thought that shit sounded good.
I didn’t realize he was done talking because I was in a trance. The way he held me in conjunction with his lips was enough. Idon’t know where I was mentally, but physically I was in a state that compared to no other. What the fuck was I getting myself into?
“Did you hear me?” My brain registered the question as I felt him stand up with my body still in his arms. His massive hands gripped my ass while he carried me in a different direction than his room.
“Where are we going?”
“Washroom. I want the whole fucking experience.”
I laughed. “And there I thought you’d want to just sit up and talk all night.”
He sat me down on the counter, then he trapped me between his arms and the counter. He smiled then leaned in and mashed his lips against mine. Then he pulled back leaving me that area of the bathroom alone.
I took that as my cue to shed my clothes and that’s exactly what I did. I stripped down then hopped back on the counter. I could hear him playing with what I assumed to be the water temperature for a while, so I just sat there awaiting his return. To my surprise he reentered the room without his shirt, showcasing the sea of tattoos poked into his skin. North was mouthwatering. That’s it, that’s the description. There was absolutely no way I could accurately use words to depict this six-foot four chocolate God. I couldn’t say beautiful, because then I’d be implying femininity, then I couldn’t say handsome because it would be underrating him. He was just everything.
