Dave East Imagines

imagine nine

W O R T H T H E
W A I T

"Jealous of what?"
Who knew those three words would lead me sitting on this counter, staring at his piercing brown eyes as they trailed my bare body.

"You okay?"
He asked, the smell of henny on his breath. I couldn't help but think that was the reason for his behavior right now. But the sincerity in his eyes told a different story. He genuinely cared for my well being. Yet, I couldn't even be honest enough to tell him how I felt, and how I felt since I first laid eyes on him.

"I'm fine." I lied. He knew me so well, he asked again, "you sure?"

No words. I just nodded.
I didn't know how he was feeling, but I was uncertain. We had been friends for so long. Once we did this; our friendship could possibly be over. I didn't know how I felt about that. I wasn't ready to lose him to something so...mmm, but his tongue felt so good.
I let a small moan escape my lips. He didn't waste no time diving into my ocean.
Staring down, I saw nothing but his waves. His face was no longer viewable, it had disappeared between my legs.

I bit my lip to hold in my pleasure. I didn't want him to know he was doing his thing down there. Hell, my body was doing the talking for me.

Shit Dave, I wondered if he was enjoying this as much as I was. Grabbing his head, I pushed him deeper inside me. He quickly moved his head from my grip.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, a grin creeping on his face, I could feel my face turning warm. Butterflies.
He was the most sexist man to me and I didn't know how to act. Biting his lip, "I am too." He said answering the thought in my head.

Standing to his feet, he took a step back. What was he doing, I questioned myself as if this was my first time. Being with him? It was. I closed my legs as he started to pull out his attire from the club—a tank and black jeans

and it hit me that this was about to happen. I watched as he grabbed a condom from his jeans that were now on the floor. Ripping the package with his teeth, effortlessly, he slid it down his erect dick. Damn, he was so hung. I didn't even know if I could take him.

He walked back over to me, hovering his 6"2 frame over me.
"Open them legs babyy." I don't know why that was the sexist thing he's ever said me. It could've been his thick accent or maybe because I been wanting him to say that to me since we met.

Nervously, I did as he requested. He continued to move forward. His tip right at my opening. I gasped.

"Dave, wait." I pressed against his stomach before he could enter me. He stared at me, "whats up baby?"
"I don't think I'm ready to do that."

I waited for his reaction; a mixture of disappointment and anger—yet a understanding.

"Okay."
"I'm sorry.."
He chuckled, "What you apologizing for?"
"I don't know."
He kissed my temple, "it's okay, you worth waiting for."
Was he waiting for me too?
"Waiting?" I didn't realize I said it aloud. I covered my mouth.

He chuckled, "Yeah, you thought you was the only one jealous?" He responded as we both started laughing.