“You so damn fine, baby. How did I get so blessed to have you?”
“You’re fine, too, babe. I could ask the same question.”
I scanned his light brown skin, his slender, defined frame, and all the tatts that adorned it. He came to bed and slid on top of me. He brushed my curls away from my face, then kissed my lips as his dick breached my opening. I knew this was where I needed to be. This was how I was supposed to be with him . . . free to express my love.
I felt safe for the first time in our relationship and that had nothing to do with him. Letting go, relinquishing control washard, but I trusted Craig ‘Red Squared’ Anderson to take care of my heart. I just hated that it took all this for me to finally get here.
CHAPTER 17
RED SQUARED
As I slid the loofah over her body, I couldn’t stop thanking God for sending her to me. I didn’t think we would get to this moment so quickly, but this dilemma did something to her. At first, I thought her guilt was speaking, but then I remembered I had a bouquet delivered to her today. I’d poured my heart out in as few words as I could manage on that little ass card. This situation had made her sensitive, but my words reeled her in.
The way she submitted to me had me on a high I couldn’t come down from. I quickly realized she liked for me to be in control during sex. Her body responded to me in ways I’d never seen. Sex was always good with her, but this was on some next level shit. I just prayed that it stayed that way. I was so fucking gone until I nutted deep in her pussy. She didn’t say a word about it, so she was probably on birth control.
“What are you thinking about, Red?”
“How amazing it feels to have you here, baby,” I said, then kissed her neck. “Are you going to stay the night with me?”
She turned toward me and smiled. I loved her smile, but it was rare that I saw it. She usually gave me one of those closed-mouth, tight-lipped smiles.
“You want me to?”
“For real? You have to ask?”
She giggled, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I wrapped my arms around her soapy body, and she slid her hands down my chest.
“I’ll stay.” She lowered her head for a moment, then looked up at me. “Today was beautiful, despite what happened.”
I nodded. “My dad says I may have a discrimination suit. He said muthafuckas compete with charges all the time. The crazy part is that I don’t even have any charges. Did anyone contact you about filing charges against me?”
“No. I would never consider something like that, especially since I started it.”
She lowered her head, so I picked it up by placing my fingertips under her chin. “Listen to me, baby. Don’t ever let a nigga put his hands on you in that manner. By nigga, I mean me. If I ever do that shit to you again, press charges.”
She turned her head, but I turned it back. “You won’t ever have to press charges, Noni. I won’t ever do that shit again. That’s undoubtedly the worst moment of my life. No matter what the fuck you do, putting my hands on you in that manner will never be justified. Okay?”
She nodded. I could tell this conversation was taking her low, so I changed the subject. “You must be on the pill.”
“Yeah. How did you guess?” she asked sarcastically.
I started tickling her, causing her to nearly bust her ass trying to get away from me. I quickly wrapped my arms around her as she laughed. My smile had to be wide as hell. It was like that shit had never happened today, like I never got the phone call and certified mail. Noni made my world right. As much as I loved bulldogging, I knew if I never had the opportunity to do it again, I would be okay with her by my side.
“Let me get you rinsed off, so we can enjoy the rest of our evening.”
She nodded. I kissed her head and gently backed her under the spray. She glanced down at my hard dick and smiled slightly. When she went to her knees, my eyebrows lifted. I got so excited I nearly nutted before she could touch him. Noni was extremely reserved during sex. She’d sucked my dick before, but it wasn’t something she did all the time. She wouldn’t even let me eat her pussy all the time.
After I explained how much pleasure I got from giving her head, she allowed me to do it more often, but she never squirted. She was always tense. Her shoulders would seem lifted, like she had a built-in clothes hanger in them, and her body seemed somewhat stiff. She would say she enjoyed it, but I could never tell because she wasn’t vocal during the moment.
Her lips grazed the head, and I leaked a bit. She glanced up at me, then flattened her tongue and slid it across the head of my dick. I swore I nearly ascended into glory like Enoch in the bible. He didn’t die. That nigga just got caught up. My entire body shivered, and I could see the goosebumps on my skin.
She slid her hands up the backs of my legs and wrapped her lips around the head and began sucking, slowly taking more with each stroke of her mouth. She tucked her lips because she was always scared she would nick me with her teeth. I slid my hands to her face, tilting her head back a little, causing her to stare at me.
“Untuck your lips. I can handle teeth. I wanna feel all that shit.”
She slowly did as I said while staring right at me. My dick got harder. I didn’t think that shit was even possible. It was literally throbbing. She began slowly dipping her head, sucking my dick like it was the best popsicle she ever had.
“Fuuuuck, Noni. That shit feels good, baby.”
