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Delivered. Read.
Breathe.
You know what you're doing. Why are you nervous? Calm down.
Breathe.
After three years, I still get butterflies— even though h— nevermind. I just need to get myself together before he opens this door.
Breathe.
What seems like thirty minutes is really thirty seconds. What's taking this nigga so long? I came on a mission and I want to get it done and be out.
The locks turn. The door opens. Here he is. Shirtless; his skin a smooth shade of a midnight milky way with art covering both of his arms and chest. He's a piece of precious art with art, Picasso has nothing on him. Lips full and plump, a shade of an original Hershey's bar— tastes just like it too. His are so chinky and beautiful— the feature I love the most about this man.
"Like what you see?" He licks his lips and smirk.
Was I staring? My bad.
"Shut up." Embarrassed.
I walk past him and swirl around. Damn, he's really beautiful. Flashbacks start to rush to me.
I cross my legs and close my eyes. Girl. Stop.
I hear a small but deep chuckle. "You good, Zee?"
"Shut up," I speak quickly. Too fast for my brain honestly.
I drop my bag on the floor and make my way towards him. I may be five foot eight, but I feel so small up against his six food two slim but muscular physique.
I reach to his face and pull him closer to mine. "I want you to make love to me," I say it in almost a whisper. My body has been craving his touch.
Now, I'm feeding into it.
He stares at me. I know he's reading me like an open diary. He knows me.
I kiss him.
His eyes close and he kisses me back. His hands roaming my side and back. He does it so slow, it soothes me. I feel him lift me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his body.
I can feel my arousal clime as he takes each step closer to his room. I moan into his mouth, biting his bottom lip aggressively, yet so gentle.
I want him.
My feet is back on the floor. He turns me around and lay soft kisses from my ear to my bare shoulder. His hands gently squeezing my arms as he lowers.
Before I knew it, I am standing in just my purple VS angel thong. Purple's his favorite color. I know what I'm doing.
He bends me over his freshly made bed. I know he made it just for me. I feel small pecks going down my spine. They're so slow, my body tingles with each one.
