“Whatever,” I glanced back at him and stated.
Nut was slowly seeping out of his dick and dropping on the marble floor.
“Go start the shower.”
“Romelo, please, don’t get in the shower with me. I’m already sore from the other night and fucking me how you just did, made it worse. I don’t need to shower, I need to soak,” I complained.
“You want me to kiss it?”
“No. It should be a crime the way I let you fuck me like that.
He grinned. “If I had some slaw ass dick, you’d be clownin’ me in the group chat, talkin’ shit and throwin’ subliminals on Facebook. I know better than that.”
I giggled as I shook my head while taking him in.
Beads of sweat were swarming down his face and chest. Still nonetheless, he was the finest motherfuckin’ nigga on the planet, in my eyes. He looked so fucking good. He had a lineup done, and his waves also looked good too. His beard had thickened up too. The scar above his right eye brow was healing day by day, but there’d be a mark.
“Keep on lookin’ at me like and you’ll get fucked again. I’ll beat that pussy out the frame and we won’t go now where.” He warned me.
I knew better than to challenge him, so I turned on my heels withasmirk on my face and exited the kitchen to bathe. We had a full day ahead of us with festivities, and I couldn’t wait.
Placing my phone on the bathroom counter, I started running the shower water, then walked over to the bathroom closet to retrieve a fresh towel.
My phone dinged, jarring my attention from the task at hand. It was a notification from Facebook, but I ignored it and got inside the shower to bathe. Keeping his promise, Romelo didn’t join me, so I got a lot done quicker than I would have if he’d showered with me, like shaving my underarms and legs.
Steam clouded the shower doors and lingered through the bathroom when I exited the shower to dry off. Then I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and applied minimal makeup to start my day.
I was fully charged and dressed. The fitted black ribbed vertical knitted racerback top from Khaite, paired with some high-waisted shorts from AGOLDE, slid over my thighs and ass perfectly. The chunky, wide-footed beige woven sandals meshed perfectly with my beach bag from Amazon. My hair was curly, down my back, but the top was in a bamboo banana clip. By the time I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup, Romelo appeared inside the bathroom fully dressed.
He was donned in a slub cotton, oatmeal-colored button-down short-sleeved shirt with a revere collar and neutral buttons. The matching shorts gave him a relaxed fit. The gold Van Cleef necklace and bracelet were the simplest pieces of jewelry I’ve seen him wear aside from his Cuban chains and VVS watches. Even his VVS grill, customized by Johnny Dang, was set aside, and his Colgate-white teeth were so appreciated. On his feet were a pair of Adidas Sambas.
Puckering my lips, I glanced at him from head to toe. “You showered in the other bathroom?”
“Yeah, I wanted to give you some space. That lil’ pussywascryin’ out for me, but you want to split us up,” he mentioned with a grin.
Twisting the cap back on my Dior gloss, I giggled. “Whatever, nigga. You know what I meant when I said what I said.”
“I heard you talkin’, but that don’t mean I have to listen.”
When he walked over to me, I got a whiff of his cologne, making me want to melt through the floor.
“You almost ready?” he asked while standing behind me, groping my ass and kissing my neck. “You smell good. That ain’t peaches, I smell this time. That shit smell like some vanilla cake or sum’.”
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“I’m almost ready,” I grinned with a blush as I hunched my right shoulder from the feel of his beard tickling my neck. “I just need youtorub some sunscreen on my body, without getting horny.”
He sucked his teeth and snatched the bottle of sunscreen out of my hands. “You full of shit.”
“And I want ustotake a picture,” I mentioned.
“Whatever the princess wants, the princess gets,” he said, while kneading the thick lotion over my body and feet.
“Is that just for right now, or can you spend a few bands out here on me? In other words, I get to burn your pockets,” I stated as I glanced at him through the mirror.
“Burnin’ my pocketsmeansI ain’t gon’ have nothin’ left. I’ll never be dead broke,” he boasted as he twisted the top back on my Black Radiance sunscreen.
“You’re always so fuckin’ cocky.”
