It was thick and white. Syx released buckets of cum and it was so enjoyable to see. My eyes gazed at the sight in amazementuntil the last drop. His six-pack rippled, a sculpted landscape, as a guttural groan rumbled from his chest, a sound that vibrated the air. He inhaled deeply, the crisp air filling his lungs, then his eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that locked onto mine, sharp and intent.
"Shit," he grunted, his eyes low and hazy now. Then he asked, "What I tell you? How do you make that pussy cum, Nyne."
With soaked fingers, I pointed to my temple, trying my best to conceal my blushing. "It's all in the mind."
What I wanted to say was,"I was imagining your fingers."
Chapter Seven
“Are you hungry?”
He inquired, with a puzzled expression. I'm sure he was still feeling the aftereffects like I was.
I nodded. "I can eat. That's why I came downstairs because of all the noise I heard you making in the kitchen. I thought you were cooking something."
"I had a taste for some catfish. I don't think I have the energy to do much of nothing now."
"Tell me about it," I giggled. "I'm sleepy now."
"How 'bout I'll have the chef whip us up something nice and we can eat on the patio, drinking wine, watching the sunset. Would you like that?"
I blushed and nodded my head. "I'd like that."
"C'mere," he motioned with his hand and I did oblige. I walked over to him on shaky legs, making sure not to step in his semen and gazed into his eyes with my heart fluttering all over again as I took in his handsomeness. Feeling his arms wraparound me, I melted in them and leaned my head against his chest, where I belonged.
"You should do more of that tonight," he mentioned, making me lift my head from his chest.
"Do what?"
"Play wit' your pussy, you're a big girl you don't need me anymore." He stated matter of fact.
"That was only one time, I might not be so lucky next time." I disagreed.
"I got faith in you," he spoke confidently.
"Sounds like you're ready to get rid of me already," I stated with a pout.
"Nah, never that, unless you make that decision on your own."
"That's all it takes, but I'd rather stay until my time with you is up," I uttered.
Syx sent a warm kiss to my forehead. "Good girl."
I remained wrapped in his embrace until he tore us apart. "Go 'head and freshen up," he demanded with a slap to my ass.
"Ouch," I giggled as I mushed him in the forehead playfully while he rubbed his hand over the sting.
Having enough playful banter, I sauntered upstairs and stood in front of my suitcase way too long at the clothes I'd brought like they held the answer to some question I didn't know how to ask.
What do you wear to dinner with a man who's seen every inch of you naked? Who's made you cum so hard you cried? Who you're falling for even though you know better?
Nothing felt right. The sundress from Revolve felt too casual. The silk blouse felt like I was trying too hard. Nonetheless everything in between felt wrong for reasons I couldn't name.
Finally, I grabbed a simple white linen dress from Hanifa. It was sleeveless, fitted at the waist, falling above my knees. It waselegant without being overdone. Also, comfortable but still made me feel pretty. I paired it with simple gold hoops and left my braids down. I'd gotten out the shower a while ago, so they were still damp, and the Burmese curly hair was curling slightly from the humidity at the ends. The dress had a built-in shelf that was enough to let my boobs hang. Honestly, after everything that had happened wearing a bra felt like putting on armor I didn't need anymore.
I felt so free. I applied minimal makeup, including some lip plumping clear gloss and lotion that made my skin look dewy. Before sliding my feet into some gold thong sandals, I spritzed some perfume—Casino by BROWN GIRL Jane. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smoothed the dress over as if it had wrinkles and twisted my hips then took a deep breath.
I don't know why I was pressing this dinner this much when we had others and there was intimacy lingering heavy in the air, but nothing with Syx was ever just anything.
