“About you, yeah. Take care of whatever.”
“You know what? Let me go ahead and run this shower for you, Daddy.” She walked over to the tub, playfully twisting her hips, making Danger laugh as he removed his Cuban chain and watch. There was never a dull moment between them.
Steam quickly began filling the room, forcing Caresha to back out before it could ruin her silk press. The reception would be there before she knew it, and she had no intentions of redoing her hair after being up with him all morning. The few hours she had left were reserved for beauty sleep.
Instead, she tossed his boxers into the washer before climbing into bed. Propping herself up against the headboard, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through Instagram.
Meanwhile, Danger was inside the tub, all in her shit. Soap suds flew everywhere. Every Bath & Body Works product she had in that muthafucka, he used to wash his ass. Body gel, moisturizer, sugar scrub…he even cleaned his face with her Dove face wash before picking up her feminine wash and taking a curious sniff. He had no use for it, but he wanted to know exactly what scents she used on the pussy. The man had absolutely no shame whatsoever.
When he finished, Danger dried off and headed to her bedroom with his gun in his hand. He walked through the sixty-degree apartment completely unbothered by the cold. Caresha tensed the moment she saw all that chocolate nakedness coming her way. It hit her like a ton of bricks; he didn’t have any extra boxers to put on. She had been so caught up in the money he had handed her that she wasn’t even thinking it through at the time.
Danger didn’t give her a chance to shy away. After setting his gun on the nightstand, he climbed into the bed, slid underneath the covers, and made himself comfortable between her thighs. Caresha swallowed hard before setting her phone aside and guiding his head to her chest. Her fingers drifted through hishair as she rubbed his scalp, a deep breath escaping her. Seeing his dick up close and bare had her questioning how much longer she could resist the pull of him. This shit was torture to them both. What Danger offered between his legs was dangerously enticing.
“What is it that we are doing exactly?” Caresha asked.
“What is it you want us to do?” Danger responded.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m still new to this kind of thing. I know I like you a lot. I love spending time with you.”
“Then we keep doing that. We keep vibing and getting to know each other. We ain’t gotta rush nothin’. This new to me too, Ree.”
“What about other people?”
“I suggest you don’t even play with me like that, ma. Unless you want niggas blood on your hands.”
Caresha burst out laughing.
“Ain’t shit funny. I’m serious.”
“Well, what about you? You only seeing me?”
“Yeah.”
She frowned. “That was dry as fuck. I don’t know if I believe you.”
Danger laughed before becoming serious.
“What you want me to say? How you want me to say it? That’s my truth. I’m only seeing you. I’m only interested in you, baby. That’s why any free time I get, I’m hittin’ yo’ line or pullin’ up on you.”
“Oh, that was much better.”
A smile tugged at his mouth as silence settled between them. They lay there, both eventually dozing off, and it wasn’t until two hours later that they woke again. After relieving his bladder, Danger climbed back into bed, stirring her awake with soft kisses on her neck. He couldn’t resist; she looked so beautiful lying there.
Caresha moaned, still half-asleep. When her eyes finally fluttered open, she found her gown pushed up, sunlight spilling over their bodies. Their chocolate skin looked stunning pressed together as Danger moved down to her breasts, taking turns sucking on each nipple. There he went again, making her pussy ache for him, and there she went again, tempted to abandon her celibacy.
“Y…you gotta stop this.” She gasped, her body tingling and heart racing.
“You sure you want me to stop?” Danger replied, kissing down her body.
“No.”
“You telling me no, so I can get off you? Or no, you don’t want me to stop, Ree?” He paused for reassurance.
“No, I’m not sure I want you to stop.” Caresha whimpered.
“Then let me taste you, baby.” Danger eased off her lace panties. “Please. At least let me do that. This muthafucka so pretty.” He wasn’t above begging her. “And you got a wax, ma. That means you thinking about giving it to me.”
“Okay,” Caresha folded, nodding her head. She didn’t need to elaborate; his observation was valid. She had been thinking about giving the pussy to him and made an appointment just in case.
