Page 63 of Crown: Phase 4

When Crown didn’t say anything back, Nivéa laughed, eventually pulling a laugh from him.

“Show me all you got. I won’t tell nobody, big daddy.”

“Here yo’ ass go.”

“Please.”

Crown shook his head, but the smirk on his face gave him away. He was enjoying every second of it. He gave the sway his all…simply because she asked him to. He couldn’t do too much with the beat being slow, but when the record changed, he added a little footwork that had Nivéa grinning ear to ear.

Tonight he would dance with his wife.

Tomorrow, and the day after that…he’d bust his fucking guns.

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While the world was sleeping, Crown was still up taking care of his Nyla. Baby girl had woken up throwing a fit around one o’clock in the morning. Nivéa had tried consoling her while breastfeeding, but Nyla wasn’t having it. She drank her milk, then started right back up. It wasn’t until she reached Crown’s arms that she found some solace.

With red eyes, Crown bathed her in the pink spa tub he’d picked out for her. Nyla’s self-care was better than most women’s thanks to him. He’d stocked the entire bathroom with gentle baby wash, natural shea-butter lotion, organic cotton washcloths, and a soft chamomile-scented room diffuser. He even had a warmer that kept her towel, robe, and blanket warm and ready for her when bath time was over.

Nyla loved baths, but Nivéa had taken the shortcut that night, just washing her off. They hadn’t been outside the home, so she thought it suited. Nyla wasn’t having it, though. Crown was positive that missing her routine was what had her so cranky.

When he finished bathing her, he dried her off, applied her lotion and diaper, then dressed her in her onesie. Afterwards, he turned on the massive television he had installed in her room as he sat down in the rocking chair and turned her to face it. Nivéa had sworn he had overdone it with the 110-inch screen. The damn thing practically swallowed one wall of the nursery, but Crown didn’t give a fuck. Nyla would always get the best from him.

As Bluey played, her eyes widened at the bright colors and movements, but soon she started to fuss again. So, Crown went old school. He threw on some Sesame Street, and baby girl quieted down fast, watching Elmo like she recognized his red ass and the fun he brought. After that, he switched to Barney. Nyla was so happy and content that he couldn’t help but chuckle at her. She kicked her little feet, blowing spit bubbles. Then they moved on to Clifford the Big Red Dog. By the time Nyla dozed off again, it was 3:10. Crown had accidentally drifted off too while rocking her.

Nivéa tiptoed into the room, softly rubbing her hand over his shoulder. “Hey,” she whispered.

Crown popped one eye open. “Sup, baby?”

“She’s asleep. Come get back in bed.”

“Aight.” He looked down at Nyla on his chest, kissed the top of her head, then stood and gently placed her into the crib.

As soon as he finished, Nivéa grabbed his hand and led him to their bedroom, slipping out of her robe along the way. With everything going on around them, she hadn’t felt him in a few days, and she was going crazy about that. She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, making it clear what she wanted.

Crown sensed her yearning. With a swift motion, he switched from daddy mode to husband mode. He shed his muscle shirt, shorts, and boxers before climbing onto the bed and lying over her. His gaze locked onto hers as he lifted her hand, kissed it, then gently placed it against his chest, right over the ink of their wedding date.

He cherished this love. He cherished it more than anything else in his life. What he felt for Nivéa existed in a realm of its own. She had walked into his life and changed everything. His own words had bitten him right in the ass. Knights Over Everything. Nah. It was his wife over every fucking thing. Only a couple months after meeting her at that boutique, they were married. One kid. Another on the way. She had saved him, turning his house into a home.

With the fireplace crackling in the background, Crown lay there for a moment, lingering in awe of her. His seed had only added to her glow, making her shine from head to toe. His lips met hers as he reached over, grabbed the pillow, and slipped it beneath her hips. He gently lifted her knees toward her chest, spreading her thighs wider for him.

Nivéa stayed quiet, following his lead. She knew better than to question him by now. Crown had proven time and again that surrendering to him brought her unparalleled pleasure. Angling himself high, he eased into her, allowing her walls to stretch and accommodate his girth. Nivéa gasped, welcoming every inch, her breath stolen by the intensity.

Once he was fully inside, Crown began with slow, deliberate strokes, taking his time to warm her up. And it didn’t take long for Nivéa’s body to respond. The slick sounds of her arousal filled the room like a melody.

She moaned.

She creamed, then whimpered.

The shit was motivation. Reassurance. Crown was putting it down, and he knew it. He picked up the pace, delivering short, rapid thrusts that targeted her front wall. He wanted to give her something to truly cry about.

“Ohhhhh, shit!” Nivéa hit a high note as his pubic bone ground against her clit with each push. “Ahhhh, Ahmaddddd. T-that feels so goodddd.”

“Yeah?” Crown looked down at her, biting his bottom lip.

“Yes, baby.” Nivéa swore, reaching up to caress his beard.

Hell yeah, it felt good. This man knew exactly what he was doing. The pressure built rapidly and intensely. She tightened her grip around him, drawing him deeper into their rhythm. She owned this nigga and his dick, and she wanted him to understand that. She was possessive, too.