“I love how observant you are,” I admitted, holding my breasts up so he could bite them.
“I love everything about you. I’mma marry you, Elise. We are going to start a family. You hear me? I’m ready to dedicate my life to you. It’s time.”
“Okay. Future Mrs. Williams, I like the sound of that. I’m ready. I’m about to cum!” I panted just before my body quaked. That nipple biting, the penetration, and the clitoral stimulation overwhelmed my senses.
“AHHHHHHGGGG!” I shrieked, convulsing in Rashawn’s lap.
Suddenly, he lifted me up, and I felt his body jerk forward, pushing me into the steering wheel.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
Rashawn’s horn startled me, but he laughed, leaning forward to lick my breasts through my sweater.
“Bae, I wanna help you get decent, but if I let go of this shirt, my nut will probably be all over you. Your pussy juices already got you looking like you pissed yourself,” he explained.
I laughed, pulled my leggings up, and plopped into my seat feeling refreshed, relaxed, and sore all in one. Rashawn leaned his neck up and kept the soiled section of the shirt balled in his fist while he came out of his shirt. His other hand pulled his boxers and joggers back in place.
“Thank you for being so courteous,” I smirked, running my hand down his bare chest. He gripped my wrist with his free hand and gently ran it from side to side. The blank space stood out, and I took a long, deep breath. “When we were eighteen, I promised that your name was going to go right there. I never go back on my word. I don’t care how long it may take. Slow and steady wins the race.”
“I remember,” I bubbled, leaning back over in the seat to kiss his lips. “Can you give me one year?”
“Come on mannnnnnn,” he groaned, tossing his shirt onto the floor in the backseat.
“Hear me out. I want to date on the low for a year to make sure this is the life you really want. Plus, I need time to work out some things on my end as well. My family will not be a cake walk. At the end of the year we can make it official. So not a full year, more like eleven months. Christmas week, we can go public while everybody is in a cheerful mood.”
“Nah. First week of December. Give everybody time to settle their feelings before Christmas,” he negotiated. “The only reason I’m not pressing for November is because I’m going to spend Thanksgiving in New Orleans with my cousins.”
“I can agree to that,” I conceded, extending my hand in his direction for a shake.
“Can we add in another session in the bedroom as soon as Nash takes his ass back home?”
“Nope. That was all you’re getting. We are also going to remain abstinent,” I detailed, gripping both of his hands in mine.
“Alright, cool. I can do that for you, Elise,” Rashawn agreed. He leaned down, planting kisses on both of my knuckles.
“Really? I didn’t expect you to cave on that demand so easily,” I gasped.
“I told you. Anything for you. It was never about sex with us.
“You do know that means you can’t have sex with other women either. That has to stop,” I eyed him.
“I know that. I can change my number right now.”
“You don’t have to do all of that. I trust you enough.”
“Bet. Now let me get you to your truck so you can go home and get cleaned up.”
“Oh yeah, I just realized I forgot my purse in Nariyah’s truck, and that was the whole reason I went to the garage. You’re going to have to take me back to the hospital anyway.”
“Nah, I grabbed your purse out of Nariyah’s truck and put it in mine earlier when I moved it to the parking garage.”
Rashawn leaned into the backseat and retrieved my brown crocheted bag with a sunflower and wrestling pin attached to it. When he pulled out of the dark parking lot, my phone vibrated somewhere on the floor. I leaned up in my seat to retrieve it and instantly tensed up when I saw who was calling.
“It’s Reginald,” I fretted.
“Who? Hamster boy? Answer it. Tell him y’all through.”
“What if he asks about you choking him out? Or what if he calls the police?”
