That shit turned me on beyond measure.
“Oooh, look at yooou. That’s it, baby. Show out.” He spread my ass, continuing to assault me with that weapon of mass destruction. I held on to the belt for dear life as he placed his hand on my back to make me arch deeper.
“I’m about to cum . . . Shit, I’m going to cum, baby.”
“You know I want to see that shit, baby.” My hips rocked faster until my orgasm ripped through me.
“Ahhh, shiiit! Oh, fuuuck!”
“Mmmhmm. That shit is beautiful, baby. Creamy as fuck.” His rhythm slowed until he pulled out of me and gently turned me back over. Although I couldn’t see anything, I felt everything.
I had no idea how long we stayed in that room with him assassinating me, but I think I died three times during the course of the night. Basil was a very skilled and deliberate lover.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting with Leo, but it didn’t compare to what Basil gave me. Not only was he great at his job of taking care of my children, but he was also great with taking care of me.
We passed out some time over the course of the night, and when I opened my eyes, the sunlight was shining brightly through the curtains, and the birds chirped loud as hell. I was disoriented and confused about where we were, but I remembered we were at the mansion party.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled over to find the bed empty.
I know his ass didn’t leave me here.
I was about to cuss him the whole hell out before I heard the toilet flush, and he emerged a few moments later, naked and looking so damn good.
He smiled and slid back into bed. “Good morning, baby.”
I smiled back. “Good morning, handsome. You shouldn’t be looking this good in the mornings.”
He smirked and kissed my lips. “Why? Would you rather wake up to a frog instead of a prince?”
“Hey, frogs are cute,” I jested.
“Fuck outta here.” We both laughed as he pulled me into his arms. We settled into a comfortable silence while I traced the tattoos on his chest.
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was awake because his fingers were busy making a circular motion on my lower back.
It was now dead silence, compared to last night’s liveliness.
“What’s up, baby?” Baye asked, eyes still closed, fingers still moving.
“Shouldn’t we be leaving?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I rented it out for a few days for Tray. We’ll leave around noon so we can get ready for night service.”
I smiled. “You’re really going to go to night service?”
“Of course. My bestie invited me back. I already missed too many Sundays as is.”
“You’re really taking this bestie thing seriously, huh?” I asked, amused.
His eyes opened, and he looked down at me. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s clear everybody in your family loves me. It was just taking you forever to fall in line.”
I laughed and mushed him. “Whatever. I just don’t want this to go wrong.”
“Nothing is going to go wrong. I’m not saying we’ll be perfect, baby. There’ll be days when I get on your nerves, and vice versa. But we won’t sit in that shit. We’ll figure out whatever got us to that point, and we’ll continue to build a solid foundation for the kids. I want this to be my last relationship. I had my fair share of heartbreak and bad bitches; now I’m trying to solidify my place with you. I know you just got out of that disaster, but I’m letting you know that I’m here. All I need for you to do is stop running, stay gorgeous, and trust the process.”
“When I’m having a bad day, will you still be there? What about when I’m cranky because I’m on my period and don’t want to be bothered?”
“On those days, I know that all you’ll need is my presence and some chocolate ice cream. I know how to give you space when you need it. I’m here to serve you.”
