“You don’t wanna feel it inside you?”
“I do, but—”
“But what?”
Danger flipped her over, placing her back against the bed. He took his time, raising her shirt and kissing along both breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking it gently before moving to the other, applying the same tender attention. Once he was done, he moved down to her stomach, kissing there too. It was perfectly flat, adorned with a diamond belly button ring and a butterfly tattoo on the side. He found the combination sexy as hell.
As he sucked on her belly button ring, he slowly removed her pajama pants. By the time Caresha realized it, they were on the ground, and her panties had been slid to the side.
At the sight of her pretty pussy, Danger let out a low whistle that she found both sexy and alarmingly grounding. It jolted her back to reality. Caresha pushed herself away from his grasp, backing up until her back hit the headboard. This new positiononly fueled Danger's desire further. He licked his lips, eyes fixated on her pinkness and hair.
Not expecting things to go down like this, Caresha hadn’t bothered to book a wax appointment like Nivéa warned her to, thinking she was in control. But she had sadly mistaken.
Danger didn’t mind her natural state at all, though.His logicwas that a freshly waxed pussy often meant a busy one, but one that went untouched nine times out of ten hadn’t been tampered with in a while. If anything, he adored her for it.
“What? Why you running from me, ma?” He questioned, rubbing his dick through his pants. He was ready to give her the business.
Caresha went silent on him, just staring.
“What’s the problem? Just tell me, and I’ll fix it.” His voice was thick with need and lust.
She still didn’t respond, too busy wrestling with her thoughts. The truth was, there was nothing wrong for him to fix. If anything, that was the problem. He was doing everything right, making her want to break her promise to herself.
Danger stared at her, sensing something was off about her energy. Anxiety crept in as he hoped she didn’t have an STD. “What is it? Come on. Tell me.”
Caresha deeply exhaled, then finally let go. “I haven’t had sex in the last four years. I’m celibate, and I plan on keeping it that way.”
Danger kept staring, expecting her to laugh it off, but her face remained serious.
“Stop playin’, Ree.”
“I’m not playin’, D.” She met his gaze, her eyes earnest.
Celibacy.
After meaningless dating with men who only seemed interested in one thing, Caresha had vowed to herself: no more giving pieces of herself away just because she liked someone.No more confusing attention with intention. No more waking up attached to people who never planned on staying.
Celibacy had started as a challenge when she was twenty-two, but somewhere along the way, it became a source of peace. It forced her to learn about herself, to sit with herself, and to stop seeking validation in the wrong places. Now, here Danger was, complicating everything.
“Nah,” Danger dragged a hand down his face, still thinking she was fucking with him. But the look on her face, never changed.
“For real?”
“Yes, I’m serious. I’m not against having a good time or going out. But that part of me? I don’t know. I’m just not ready to dive back into that yet. Celibacy is something I’m really taking seriously, which is one of the main reasons I’m still single. Niggas don’t like that. Not that I ever gave a fuck. I’m good on y’all’s ways.” She popped her shit, even in her vulnerability.
“It’s been a very long time that I even let someone get this close to me.”
Danger held her gaze, and for some reason, he believed her. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his hands. “Fuck. I’ma fuck around and murk a nigga tonight, for real.” He mumbled in frustration.
Caresha couldn’t suppress a snicker as she watched him. “I take it you’re mad?” She asked softly.
Danger glanced over, shaking his head. “Nah.”
“You lying. You are, and this is the last time I’m gon’ hear from you. Sure, because of Crown and Niv, I’ll see you around. But you won’t contact me again.”
“That shit ain’t true. Granted, a nigga a lil disappointed I can’t get it. But I’m not mad at you, and I damn sure won’t stop hittin’ you up because of it. If anything, I respect you even more than I did before.”
“You promise?” She asked, swallowing hard, wondering why she felt so vulnerable. But she couldn’t help it; the desire to connect with him was overwhelming.
