"I just want my friends there as witnesses," she continued. "And whoever you want to bring. That's it."
"Shit, that’s cool.” I said. "Let's do it tomorrow then."
She was smiling but then something shifted. Her smile dropped.
"Wait," she said. "Let's do it on Saturday."
I knew she had business to handle tomorrow. The bank. Whatever obligation she had. I wasn't gonna stop her from that. I had already agreed to let her have that day out.
"Saturday works," I said. "Give me your girls' dress sizes and what color you want them to wear. I'll send it to my family stylist."
She looked surprised but she gave me the information. She had to guess both of their dress sizes, but once you’ve been friends with someone that long, I guess it was in a woman’s nature to just know.
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After dinner, we both went our separate ways. I headed to my bathroom. She went to hers.
I took a quick shower, trying to get my mind right. She had no idea what I had done today. I had added fuel to a fire that was about to spark a real war.
On a lighter note, said yes. She really said yes. And it wasn't forced. She chose that shit when she could have said hell nah.
I stood under the shower watching and washed all my thoughts, problems and obligations off of me. This shit was heavy and I was only a week into it.
When I came out of the bathroom with the towel around my waist, I wasn't expecting what I saw.
She was sitting on the edge of my bed in a nightgown. Not trying to be sexy. Just comfortable. Her ass done pulled the Moomoo out, so now I knew what it was. She was trying to seduce me at first, now she feels like she doesn’t have to do all of that since she locked a nigga down and got that ring. I couldn’t help but to smirk.
And that shit did something to me.
She had one leg up on the bed, oiling her skin. Working the oil up her thigh with slow, deliberate movements.
I got a glimpse of what was between her legs and my whole body reacted.
She wasn't showing off. She was just being herself. Getting comfortable in my space. In my bed. And that was somehow sexier than anything else she could have done.
She noticed me watching.
"You need help with that?" I asked.
She handed me the oil.
I got down on my knees in front of her. Started at her ankle. Her skin was soft and warm. I massaged the oil into her leg slowly, working my way up her calf. Her knee. Her thigh.
Every touch was intentional. I wasn't rushing. I was taking my time with every inch of her leg.
When I finished the first one, I moved to the other. Same slow process. Same attention.
Once both legs were done with the oil, I wasn't done with her.
I leaned forward and put my head completely under her nightgown.
Her thighs opened for me without me asking.
I pressed soft kisses to her inner thigh. Moving closer to where I could smell her. Where I could taste her. I immediately licked up her clit.
She gasped.
My dick was hard as hell pressed against the towel. But this wasn't about me right now. This was about her. About showing her that I meant what I said at dinner.
