“I love you more,” I said back. I then pulled up to get a better view of her.
My eyes traced up and down her body, watching her go crazy while I hit her spot over and over, and over again. I spat on her clit, then took my thumb, rubbing it while keeping the same speed. Her back arched, her eyes rolled, and then she nutted all over my dick.
I slid out of her slowly, listening to her tryin’ to catch her breath, when she sat up and took my still hard dick down her throat.
“FUCK, ISLAH!!!” I yelled out, taking a handful of her hair for support. “Slow down, baby girl.”
I know she heard me, but she didn’t listen. She went crazy suckin’ my dick, spittin’, slurpin’, twirling her tongue up and down my dick while she slid it in and out of her mouth until my dick spit in her mouth.
She swallowed it with a smile on her face.
“That’s my good girl,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.
I laid down in the bed, and she laid her head on my chest. I rested my hand on her thigh, and we just lay there in silence, listening to the music that was still playing in the living room. In that peace that we had, I knew that she was the one for me.
“I don’t want Gio to hold us back,” she said softly.
I smiled. “What you mean?” I already knew, but I still asked.
She sat up and looked at me, wrapping the blanket around herself. “I don’t want Gio to hold us back. I don’t want him to be the reason why our relationship don’t move forward.”
I nodded. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
Her eyes lit up. “Yes, baby! Even my girls see I’m not comin’ off you.”
“Take off work. I don’t give a damn if you get fired. I want to take you on a trip.”
She screamed as she leaned over, hugging and kissing me.
Islah didn’t even know; all I needed was her okay—to know she was ready. I was about to show her what the rest of her life was about to look like.
Chapter 33
Big Steppa
Idid just what my man said and called off work. I told them it was for a week, maybe longer. I told my girls not to hate me, but I was gonna be outta reach.
Everything I was doing was new to me, but everything in my body was telling me to trust Love, so I did.
By the middle of the day, we were out of the house and were out shopping. We went in and out of stores; I lost count after a while. I was picking out things; Love was picking out things he wanted to see me in. Then he would sit there in a private room watching me try it on, then buying it all with no hesitation.
At one point, I looked at all the bags starting to pile up and shook my head a lil’.
“This is a lot,” I said, not used to shit like that at all.
Love didn’t even react, just slid his card again.
“I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing; get used to it.”
I blinked at him, speechless; the ladies behind the register were in awe.
Once we were done, we had lunch and went back home. After getting comfortable, I met Love in the living room and curled up next to him on the couch.
“The world is in your hands, baby, you pick?” he said, passing me his iPad.
I threw ideas at him, naming places off the top of my head, some serious, some just me talking to hear what it sounded like out loud. He didn’t rush me, didn’t cut me off, just sat there with his arm around me, listening. I slowed down after a while, eyes still on the screen, then glanced up at him.
“What about Tulum?” I said, half-serious, half testing him.
