“Put me to bed, baby.”
“Are you sure that you’re ready?”
“I’m more than ready, Naijhel. You’ve been taking your time with me to make sure that you don’t hurt me and that I trust you. I trust you, and I’m not fragile.”
“Remember you said that,” I replied, removing my belt from my jeans and then my shirt.
She reached for me, and I leaned over the bed and kissed her. Her hands dragged across my neck, shoulders, and chest. She kissed my tattoos.
“What’s with the Black Dahlia? You have several of them.”
How did a man tell the woman he wanted a future with that the tattoo was a symbol from his former street life?
“It’s nothing. Just something that I got when I was still running the streets.”
“You ran the streets?”
“Yeah.” I kissed her neck.
“While you were a kid? High school? College?”
“High school through my earlier years as an attorney.” I pinched her nipple, and she moaned.
“Really?” she asked, pulling back.
“Really. It just represented the danger that surrounded me back then. It’s in the past.” I stroked her kitty, and she purred for me. I placed my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked them clean.
“Good girl.”
“You once told me that you were a lot to handle. I think I’m prepared.”
I smiled as I continued to undress, but I didn’t say a word. When I removed my underwear, her eyes widened.
“What the hell is that?” she asked, pointing at my dick.
“If I was a self-conscious nigga, you would have messed up the mood, baby.”
“No, seriously, Naijhel. What’s with all the metal?”
“Oh, this?” I asked, pointing at my dick. “I just like accessorizing a little, is all.”
“A little accessorizing?” She shrieked.
“Girl, calm your ass down. I promise you when it’s all said and done, you’re gonna be begging to ride this every chance you get.”
“I’on know,” she replied in an uneasy tone, regarding me warily.
I swaggered toward her with a menacing look in my eyes. We had discussions about this moment for a while. Delaney had even gone as far as to suggest we get tested and share our results, which we had done a little over a week ago.
“My man’s not feeling what you’re talking about, Del.”
“Your man looks angry,” she replied, still staring at my dick.
“I promise I’ll take it easy on you,” I vowed, tilting her chin up with my index finger. I wanted her looking into my eyes and not at my piercings. If she kept staring, she would become more afraid and ruin the moment.
“But what made you go ruin a perfectly good piece of meat, Naijhel?”
“Trust me, baby. My dick’s not ruined, just enhanced.” I brushed my lips against hers and then sucked on them. She purred her pleasure and contentment as she tilted her head further back and opened her mouth for me.
