I could have proposed right there. She had on a tight silk, dark orange dress and gold accessories. Her hair was wavy, but up in a messy bun.
“Hey, baby,” she said softly.
I placed my things down and handed her the flowers as I took her into my arms.
“Hey, mamas, you look and smell so damn good.” I squeezed her tight in my arms.
As I pulled away, I looked at the plates: steak, fresh green beans, homemade mac and cheese, and rolls.
“Damn, my baby threw down, didn’t you?” I looked around the living room, and she had fixed a table by the window. “I thought your girls were sliding through?”
She smirked. “They did…Then I nicely put them out. I wanted to do something special for you.”
I watched Islah walk around the island and put the roses in some water. She smiled at me, and I realized I was staring hard as hell, but she looked so damn good.
“Let me fix us something to drink,” I said as I was trying to pull my shit together. I don’t know if it was because of the ring, but I don’t know, man…baby girl been giving wife vibes since I laid eyes on her, and that dinner sealed it.
I fixed her some wine, and I needed something stronger. I met her at the table just as she was placing the plates down. I placed the glasses down and wrapped my arms around her waist, swaying her to the music.
“I like it…”
“Like what?” she asked.
“That smile on your face.”
We sat down and dug into the dinner she prepared. It was amazing; the setup was amazing; she was amazing…it was like even though we didn’t speak much throughout the day, we both knew what each other needed. Our conversation through dinner was light, a lot of laughing, and her talking about things she didn’t even know I was already planning. Sitting back, letting her talk, I could see that a lot of the worry her ex was giving her was fading to the back, and I was getting my girl back.
After dinner, Islah cleaned up while I rolled my blunt sitting at the table. When I took a puff and glanced over at her, floatingaround the kitchen vibing to the music, I could already see my future with her.
“Fuck me if I’m right…” I said, making her stop and tilt her head at me.
“You love a nigga, don’t you?”
She laughed but didn’t respond to me. I let it be, letting her finish what she was doing while I smoked, vibing to the music as well.
After a few minutes, I felt arms around my neck along with her lips.
“Now, what was that you asked me?”
I smirked, kissing her arm. “I said…. Fuck me if I’m right, but you love a nigga… don’t you?”
She walked around to face me, then took my hands into hers, pulling me up. Islah looked up at me, while I stared down at her, my hand resting softly on her waist.
“I do,” she said, trying not to blush. “I do love you.”
I lifted her chin and kissed her. She pulled herself into me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled back from me for a second. “Fuck me if you love me.”
I smirked and picked her ass up, kissing her as I walked down the hallway. Islah wrapped her legs around my waist, tight as I placed her back against the wall, taking a break to nibble on her neck.
She moaned softly; I felt her legs shaking, and I continued to the room, tossing her on the bed and pulling that dress down. I licked my lips as she sat up and helped me undress. As I got on the bed with Islah, her legs wrapped around me again, but this time, I slid my hard, curved dick inside her, making her moan loudly. I kissed on her softly as I held her up, making her take every inch of me while I kissed and bit her neck.
“FUCK, LOVE!” she screamed.
I loved to hear her scream my fuckin’ name. It was soft but loud, and when her legs tightened around me, I went deeper.
She dug her nails in my back.
“I love you,” she said into my ear.
