“And there’s still more to come.”
I could only think about what I had planned for her for Labor Day. Until then, I would continue to make her dreams come true. She was everything I wanted and needed in life, and whatever I had to do to make her happy was so worth the sacrifice.
22
HARLEM
A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER – TWO WEEKS LATER
“Come on, Baby. We’re gonna be late!” I shouted up the stairs from the second floor.
“I’m coming!”
I glanced at my watch for the third time and shook my head. That woman knew she could take forever getting ready for any event. I wasn’t sure why it took her so long, because she was naturally beautiful; but I didn’t mind waiting on my woman. Today was her thirtieth birthday, and although she had told us not to, we were all making a big deal of it.
“I’m ready,” she announced, meeting me in the kitchen five minutes later. She wore hot pink, silk baroque pants, a yellow embellished halter that showed off her newly pierced belly, and yellow designer heels that I had recently purchased for her birthday. The front and rear straps of her shoes were decorated with Swarovski crystals.
She fingered the double C earrings in her ears. “Too much?” she asked.
“Dulzura, you couldn’t look more beautiful or more perfect if I brought Coco back to life and had her style you herself.”
She smiled and blew a kiss at me. Her long copper curls were pulled up into a bun on her head, and a few tendrils of curls escaped around her temples and the back of her neck.
Baby spun in a circle as I slowly made my way to her. I pulled her into my arms, and I inhaled the fruity scent that she wore before I turned her around to look at her ass in the pants. “Dulzura, you look and smell like a billion bucks, with ya fine ass. I don’t see how we gon’ make it out of here on time. Good lawd.” I groaned as I pressed my hardening dick against her fat ass-cheeks.
“Would you stop?” She giggled.
“I can’t stop, babe. Your ass is making a fashion statement in them pants.” I moaned as I ground against her fat ass, trying to bury my dick between her soft cheeks through the fabric.
She pushed back against me and rocked up and down slowly. “Mm. Harlem, it feels good.”
“You ’bout to get what you’re asking for. Bump my dick like that again.”
“I’m not bumping, bae. You were pressing, and it feels . . . Oohhh!” She screamed as I pumped hard against her.
Her phone rang, and she pushed me back with a groan. “Shit. That’s Mama.”
I stared into her eyes, pinching her nipples as she answered the call. “Hi, Mama. Yeah, we’re on our way now. Yep, he’s standing right here.”
She bit her bottom lip and handed me the phone.
“Hello?”
“Harlem?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m a stickler for time. If you two haven’t left already that means you’re going to be late. I don’t tolerate lateness. If you’relate, you will have to deal with me, and that won’t make me happy. If I’m unhappy, then Baby’s daddy gets unhappy, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
My eyebrows lifted, and I cleared my throat. “No, ma’am. We’ll be on time. I promise.”
“Get Baby here safe. You understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And you keep yourself safe too. We like you and want to keep you around for a while.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I want to be around for a while too.”
