Page 21 of Surrender to Love

“Just come kiss me.”

“I have to stop and get gas and⁠—”

“And one of your little cold coffee shits,” he interrupts. “I did both already.”

“You did what already?” I ask, confused as hell.

“When you were in the shower, I filled up your ride and got your coffee. I wasn’t sure which flavor you liked, so all three are in the fridge. You have time to kiss me, so come ’ere.”

The smile on my face is ridiculous. This man thinks about me at every turn, every day, and in every way. I didn’t even hear him leave the townhouse. So because he absolutely deserves a kiss this morning, I turn around and my mouth drops open and waters at the same damn time. His beautiful chocolate body is on full display. The sheets and comforter have been removed for my pleasure and his perfect dick lazily rests on his right thigh.

Shit.

After the way he stretched me out last night, his lips and dick deserve a kiss.

Who am I kidding?

I’m definitely going to be late for work.

“So you don’t have to be at work until nine but you got up at five for me? You drove to the store, put gas in my car, and got my morning iced coffee? All for me?” I ask as I walk over to him.

“Yeah,” he says coolly, like every other man I’ve been involved with did the same. They did not. Only him, only the sexy, thoughtful, big man in this bed looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

As I step toward him, I unbutton and remove my satin, brown, collared shirt. After placing it on the large leather ottoman at the foot of his bed, I loosen the tie on my black, pencil wrap skirt and remove it too. The minute I lay it next to my shirt, I climb on the bed and inch between his legs. “But you gon’ be late,” he says after lifting his head.

“No I’m not. Because of you, I don’t have to stop for gas, then coffee. I got an extra twenty, maybe thirty, minutes.” I place my hands on his toned thighs then slide up. When my right hand grazes his now semi-erect dick, he smirks. “You still worried about me being late?”

“Hell nah. I’m not worried about shit now.”

“Good because I’m not leaving here without kissing this,” I say before leaning in and running my tongue around his beautiful tip. After kissing it, I trail my tongue down to his piercing. When I lick around the barbells, he releases a slow groan and I love hearing him react to me.

Taking full advantage of the extra time his thoughtfulness affords me, I cover his tip with my mouth and take in as much as I can. When it hits the back of my throat, he drops onto his pillow and palms the back of my neck. While he grips my neck lightly, I give him the best, wettest, and sloppiest head he deserves.

The way he keeps lifting his head, calling my name and fisting my braids, turns me on. My clit pulsates and the seat of my panties dampens. I want him inside me so damn bad but I can’t.

Damnit! I can’t.

My man is a lot of things but quick and a selfish lover he is not. I ignore my overwhelming desire to pop him out of my mouth and jump on his dick. I pick up the pace, licking and sucking him until I feel his dick pulsate in my mouth. He’s close, so I take him there by trailing my tongue to his balls and sucking them. His grip on my neck tightens so I return to the tip and suck until he busts.

“Shit, baby. Gotdamn,” he groans while shaking.

“You’re welcome,” I say after swallowing and wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

While he gathers his composure, I climb off the bed and walk into the ensuite bath. After gargling, I brush my teeth then turn to walk out. He’s standing in the doorway.

“You just gon’ fuck my head up and leave like that?”

After stepping toward him, I plant my hands on his muscular chest then say, “It’s Monday. You know I have to go. As much as I want to stay, I can’t.”

“I’ll be over to take you to dinner tonight then.”

“I won’t say no to that. Where are you taking me?”

“We can do that Mexican place you talked about so much when you were hiding a nigga.”

“Don’t do that. We were friends. We didn’t do dinner dates.”

“Only because you had rules.”