I couldn’t even lie, I was impressed.
The neighborhood was quiet, clean… the type of area where you didn’t hear sirens or helicopters. I didn’t see niggas postedoutside watching every car that drove by. Her lawn was trimmed neatly, and she had fresh flowers planted along the walkway leading up to the porch.
It looked like a nice family home, peaceful and stable. This was the type of environment a woman about to have a baby would want.
I climbed out the car and walked up to the door. The moment she opened the door; I had to check myself mentally.
Relax, nigga.
Layloni had changed her hair again, and that alone had my mind drifting to places it shouldn’t have been. Her natural hair was pressed out straight, flowing past her shoulders with honey blonde streaks in it. I loved the smell of fresh pressed hair. That along with the smell of her soft floral perfume caused my loins to stir. Her brown skin was glistened like she was fresh out the tub.
Layloni smiled and blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ears nervously. I pulled her in for a hug and made sure to grab a handful of ass before smacking the top of her ass hard. Her breathing became choppy as I inhaled her deeply.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured low.
I leaned down, pecked her on those sexy juicy lips then stepped inside. I watched her close the door and took her all the way in. Layloni was sexy as hell without putting much effort into the shit. She had on one of them Walmart cotton night gowns that stopped midthigh. Her nipples poked through the material and her creamy soft thigh were on full display. My hands twitched.
I was ready to grab her thick ass by the hips and bend her over the couch. Instead, I clasped my hands behind my back to keep from touching her. I was trying to have good self-control so she wouldn’t think all I wanted to do was fuck her fine ass.
“I’m glad you came, Hussle. I missed you.” She said softly.
“I missed you too, your house is nice.” I complimented her, sitting down on her plush sofa. I patted the empty spot next to me ready to get down to business.
“Come sit next to me.” I instructed.
She bit down into her bottom lip and opted out of following the simple directions I gave. Layloni stubborn ass plopped down in a love seat across from me. My jaw tightened as I raised a thick brow at her.
Still playing fuckin’ games…I thought.
“Come sit next to me,” I repeated.
“How was your day, King?” she asked calmly, totally ignoring my request.
I wanted to pull her close, smell her perfume, wrap my arms around her waist and just feel all over her thick ass body.
“Solid,” I answered shortly.
If she wanted to play games, I could play too.
“That’s good,” she said with a soft smile. “Would you like something to drink?”
I shook my head no.
“I want you to come sit next to me, Layloni.” My tone dropped.
She sighed like I was inconveniencing her, then finally got up and walked over. When she sat down beside me, her body tensed up.
“Relax, baby,” I said quietly.
My hand slid onto her thigh, I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds just enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. This was the peace that Hussle mentioned earlier. I felt that shit and wanted to continue to feel it after tonight. Just being in her space felt serene to a nigga. I stared into her eyes, getting lost for a second before she finally spoke.
“I am relaxed,” she said. “I just want us to focus on having a conversation… not seducing each other for once.”
I smirked soon as the words left her mouth. It was a struggle for me to keep from sliding my hand to in between her thighs.
“First,” she said softly, “I want to apologize.”
That caught my attention instantly.
