Page 17 of Certified to Handle You 3

“I love you,” he said. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears sat in my eyes before I could stop ‘em. I tried to blink ‘em back, but they stayed there, makin’ everything shine too much. Couture looked at me with that soft smile still on his face, and I nodded ‘cause my throat felt tight. I reached up and touched his beard, runnin’ my thumb along the line of it while I forced myself to stay right here with him.

“I love you too,” I said.

He kissed me again, softer this time, and I let him. I let his mouth cover mine, let his hand stay on my waist and let the ring on my finger press against the side of his face when I touched him.

When he finally sat back and started the car, I looked out the windshield and wiped careful under my eye before a tear could fall and ruin my makeup.

Couture pulled out of the parkin’ lot with one hand on the wheel and the other reachin’ for mine. I slid my fingers between his, and he brought my hand to his mouth, kissin’ right over the ring before restin’ our hands between us.

The street lights passed over the windshield, and I sat here beside him, wearin’ the ring, holdin’ his hand and tryin’ with everything in me to be where my body was.

I ain’t call Renza, and I ain’t text him either.

I just sat in that passenger seat while Couture drove us away from the restaurant, and I kept my hand in his ‘cause for now, this was the life I had said yes to.

“Damn, baby,” Couture moaned, his voice low and rough while his forearms stayed tucked under my thighs and his knees pressed in the bed.

He had me opened up under him with my legs lifted high, fuckin’ me slow. His strokes was deep and smooth, pushin’ into me with just enough weight to make my body rock back into the mattress every time he slid in.

I had the vibrator pressed to my clit, and every time his dick reached that spot inside me, my bottom lip went between my teeth and my toes curled.I pressed the vibrator harder against myself and rolled my hips up to meet him.

Couture looked down at me with his mouth half open, and his eyes low and locked on mine while he watched every lil’ reaction my body gave him.

Sweat had started gatherin’ on his chest, and when I slid my free hand up his stomach to touch him, his muscles jumped under my palm. He was close enough for me to smell his cologne mixed with the heat comin’ off his body, and the room had got quiet except for him breathin’ hard and the wet sound of him movin’ in and out of me.

“You always so wet,” he moaned, pushin’ deeper until my back lifted a lil’ off the bed. “Fuck, Sha’Nelle.”

I couldn’t even answer him right away. The vibrator was buzzin’ against my clit, his dick was buried deep in me and the way he had my thighs pinned open made everything feel too sensitive.

I moved it in slow circles, draggin’ the pleasure out while he kept grindin’ into me with his eyes on my face. The pressure started buildin’ low in my stomach, and I grabbed at his chest a lil’ harder when it got too much to hold in.

“Shit,” I moaned, my voice slippin’ out before I could catch it.

Couture leaned down some, still holdin’ my legs up while his strokes got heavier. “You close?”

I nodded and rolled my hips harder from the bottom, chasin’ what I felt comin’ while the vibrator stayed right where I needed it. “I’m ’bout to cum, Couture.”

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his fingers diggin’ into the back of my thighs while he watched me fall apart under him. “Cum for me.”

I closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip as the orgasm came through me hard. My whole pussy tightened around him, and the vibrator kept pullin’ it out of me while his dick stayed deep.

I moaned his name and gripped his chest, ridin’ it out with my hips liftin’ on they own. The pleasure had me shakin’ under him, and Couture kept movin’ through it, slow enough to let me feel every second but deep enough to make me keep cryin’ out.

“Yes,” I moaned, draggin’ the word out while my pussy kept squeezin’ around him. “Fuck.”

“You came hard as fuck,” Couture said, and his voice sounded strained now. He lifted my legs higher, pushin’ ‘em closer to my chest while his strokes got faster and rougher. “This pussy gettin’ wetter. Damn, baby.”

I kept the vibrator on my clit even though I was sensitive as hell, and my other hand moved over his chest while he fucked me harder. His face changed, and I could feel his dick growin’ thicker inside me. His rhythm started breakin’ down, but he held on to me like he ain’t wanna let the moment go too fast. I rocked into him from under his body, tired but still needy, and he dropped his head for a second like he was tryna keep himself together.

“Ahh, fuck,” he mumbled, then his hips snapped harder before he pulled out a few seconds later.

I watched him stroke his dick with his eyes still on me, his chest movin’ hard and his jaw tight from how close he was. His nut spilled warm between my thighs, and the look on his face did somethin’ to me for a second.

It was lust in it, but it was more than that too. He looked at me like I was already his wife, like he was touchin’ somebody he had no plans of losin’, and I laid here with my legs weak and my body still buzzin’ while I tried not to let my mind go nowhere else.

By the time Couture got out of bed, grabbed a towel and came back to clean me up, the vibrator was already powered off next to me. He wiped between my thighs real gentle, then tossed the towel somewhere near the floor before gettin’ back in the bed and pullin’ me against his chest. I let him.