“Oson,” she repeats while nodding. I like the sound of my name on her perfect lips. The elevator stops and the doors open. “I guess this is our stop, Oson. Lead the way.”
We exit the elevator and I lead us to the fourth room on the right. I’d checked in earlier and set everything up. This ain’t no romance shit or nothing but it is Valentine’s Day and I’m a nigga with some sense. Besides the things I wanted to have to ensure that I fuck her properly, I’d also gotten her roses.
When I open the door, I motion for her to enter first. Timidly, she does. I laugh a little as I watch her peep around the door then cautiously walk into the open living room space. She looks back at me then back forward again, turning her head to get a full view.
“It’s just us on G-O-D. I don’t want anybody in here with me but yo’ fine ass,” I assure her.
She audibly exhales then shrugs. “You look normal; I guess,” she says.
“Just normal? Shit, I know I’m a good-looking ass nigga,” I say and she smiles. “You want something to drink before I take all your clothes off?”
“I think liquor is warranted. Yes please, but can I sit before you take them off,” she counters with slickness in her tone.
“Yeah, you can sit. I like eating pussy on my knees anyway,” I tell her and she smiles.
Her body and smile are everything. I never knew it matched her personality and wit. Her sexy meter is going up more andmore. Some women find my directness too much but she seems to rock with it and gives back what I’m giving. I like that shit a lot.
Before walking to the bar, I step into the bedroom and grab the roses. When I walk out holding them, her lips part and her eyebrows raise. I step toward her, and before I can say anything, she reaches up and pulls out one of the roses to smell it.
“Long stemmed pink roses,” she says. “For me. Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Just trying to be a gentleman or something like one. It’s Valentine’s Day. Shit, I’m sure you probably had niggas lined up to treat you today but you chose to accept my invite. I figured I should have something to offer besides just good dick.”
“Just good? I came hoping for great,” she says.
“Oh it’s definitely great. Just trying to be a little humble,” I say and she laughs.
“I’m picking up a lot of things about you, Oson. Humility isn’t one of them,” she says with a smirk.
“Glad, I’m presenting well,” I tell her before placing the rest of the roses on the table.
