Basquiat.

chapter seventeen.

Note: I finallllly got my babies a new chapter!  Thank you all for your constant love and support!!!💗 The procrastination has been mad real, and I went MIA like Aug did 😭🤷🏾‍♀️😩 but I'm back and better than ever 🎉💗 enjoy!!! 
WARNING!⚠️ this chapter is rated F for freaky ☺️😉

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Masika

August watched me intently as I cut up vegetables and threw them into into the stew I was making for dinner.

"Can I get my face back?" I teased.

"How you ain't been wifed yet? Like, you got all the characteristics of a trophy wife, and ain't nobody tried to snatch you up? Some don't seem right."

I laughed.

"My dad has tried to set me up with several guys, but I never wanted to be forced into a relationship, let alone a marriage. I guess the right one decided to take his sweet ass time to come sweep me off my feet."

He smacked his lips.
"I'm just glad I didn't miss out on the opportunity. It's hard to come across a woman like you nowadays."

"In what sense?"

"You're just different from a lot of women out here. In a good way of course. You're motivated, caring, charismatic, and more. You have all the traits of a good woman," he admitted.

I blushed.

"Well, what about you?"

"What about me?" He chuckled.

"You're a great man. You're loving, creative, and tremendously hard working. I couldn't ask for anything better."

He grinned.

"C'mere," he practically demanded.

He leaned against the counter and took a good look of my presence in front of him.

"You know how much I adore you, right baby?" He asked before turning off the stove.

"Actions speak louder than words," I teased.

"How this sound?" He smirked.

He grabbed the hem of my jeans and pulled my body closer to his. In no time, our lips were connected and he caressed my small frame in his hands.

"I want you," I whispered in his ear.

He took off my shirt swiftly, obviously motivated by my words.
He looked at me intensely before unhooking my bra as if he was looking for assurance.

I nodded.

He stared in awe of my chocolate breasts, before grabbing one and planting soft kisses down to my nipple placing it in his mouth.

He massaged the other one with his hand while placing a trail of love bites down my neck and chest.

"Mm," I moaned.

He laid my body on the counter before unbuttoning my jeans, revealing my lace underwear.

Again, he looked at me for reassurance.