Onikas POV
Shit.I told her.
The corners of her mouth turned into a smile. No, more like a smirk.
She was smirking she was—amused.
"You masturbated thinking about me and got embarrassed?" Her voice sounded teasing like.
Way to make me feel more embarrassed.
"Y-Yes okay? That's why I got embarrassed, I thought about you—you in that way and I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing" She stood up and got closer to me.
She whispered in my ear.
"I'm not angry sweetheart." She said. Her mouth was so close to ear and neck. Just like in my fantasy.
"Onika I can show you things, and teach you some things but you have to promise me something." I nodded immediately.
I would love to be taught by her.
"Anything." I spoke looking her in the eyes for once. I forgot how hazel they looked, her eyes reminded me of honey. They seemed to be shining right about now.
"Don't have sex with Safaree." She said in a serious tone and I looked up at her with pure confusion.
"Why?" I questioned. I wasn't planning to anyways. Safaree is cute but Beyoncé is the only one capturing my eye.
"Just don't." She couldn't make eye contact with me this time.
I wonder why.
She took my hand and led me upstairs. I've never been up here. She has a bathroom downstairs so I never had a reason to even want to go up here.She opened a door, behind it was a king sized bed. It was neat, and the whole room looked cleaned.
I felt like I was in one of my dreams.
She pointed to the bed and I sat on it.
It was soft.
Very plush.
She used her finger to lift up my chin.
"Are you sure about this Onika?" She asked. She seemed genuinely concerned and It made my heart melt.
"I trust you Beyoncé." I saw her eyes widened and maybe just maybe..her face flushed?
Her hands tugged at the bottom of my shirt and I lifted my arms for her to take it off.
We kept eye contact the whole time.
She was so..gentle.
It wasn't like in the porn that i've seen that's rushed, and fake this felt so gentle and real.