The entire room smelled faintly like vanilla and fresh paint.
Sianni looked around slowly, like she couldn’t fully process the shit she was seeing.
“What the…” she whispered.
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly before shrugging. “You said you liked drawing.”
Her eyes snapped toward me so fast it almost made me laugh.
“Kyrie…”
“What?” I tried to play the shit off. “It ain’t that serious.”
But the look on her face told me it was.
“Kyrie… yes, the hell it is,” she said softly.
I could hear it in her voice. Shawty was trying hard as hell not to cry.
“Nobody has ever done anything like this for me,” she admitted, looking around the room again before shaking her head slowly. “Yeah, Mani bought me painting stuff when wewere younger, but… a whole room?” She let out a small laugh like she still couldn’t believe it. “That’s crazy. I don’t even know if I can accept this.”
“And why the fuck not?” I frowned.
“Because—”
“Sianni,” I cut her off, stepping closer. “I got this shit for you because you held a nigga down. You helped me with my career, looked out for me while I was down, dealt with my attitude, all that shit. I appreciate you.”
For a second, she just stared at me. Then shawty suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me.
I wasn’t expecting that shit at all, but I kissed her right back without hesitation. My hand slid down her body until I grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing slowly while she melted against me.
The kiss got deeper quickly. Like all that tension we’d been building, it finally snapped.
She pulled back just enough for me to look at her, and the way Shawty was staring at me had my whole body tightening instantly.
Before I could even say something slick, she dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Sianni…” I muttered, already knowing I was finna lose my damn mind.
Her fingers worked my belt loose before she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans slowly. The second she pulled my dick out, I let out a low breath and tilted my head back slightly.
“Fuck…”
She looked up at me while her hand wrapped around my dick, and I swear that alone almost had me ready to fold.
“You good?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
I let out a breath. “Yeah. Do your thing.”
And shawty did exactly that. The second her lips wrapped around me, my whole body locked up. She started slow, her tongue working me like she had all the time in the world, like she was trying to memorize every inch. She then took me deeper, and my jaw clenched.
“Fuck, Sianni…”
She hummed against me, and that vibration shot straight through my body. My hand found the back of her head, and my fingers slid through her hair, not pushing, just holding on because I needed something to ground me.
Then she picked up the pace. The sounds, wet, sloppy, and loud as hell, had my head falling back. She wasn’t being cute about it. She was going crazy, like she’d been waiting on this shit just as long as I had.
“Gooddamn…” I muttered, my breathing getting heavier.
