Page 56 of Certified to Handle You 3

I used the body wash Pressure liked, with the soft sweet scent that stayed on my skin after I got out. I knew he noticed it every time because he always put his face against my neck or chest and breathed me in before saying something nasty under his breath. I smiled to myself as I rubbed it over my arms, shoulders and chest. Then I washed down my stomach, over my hips and between my legs, taking my time because I already knew where the night was going. I wanted to feel clean, soft and ready for my man when he touched me.

The water slid over me while I rinsed, and I stayed a few extra minutes because I liked the quiet. It gave me a second to settle into the part of me that belonged only to Pressure. Not the mother moving through the house or the woman making sure everybody else was okay. Not the wife trying to balance guests, family and whatever was happening with Renza and Sha’Nelle. But just me, standing under warm water, getting ready for the man who had been reminding me over and over that we were still us.

When I finished, I turned the shower off and stepped on the mat. I dried my body, wrapped the towel around me and wiped some steam from the mirror. My skin smelled just like the body wash, and I knew Pressure was going to say something about it as soon as he got close. I went to the sink and twisted the loose strands of my hair into the bun so I could wash my face without the length getting in the way.

I started my skin routine, rubbing cleanser over my face before rinsing it clean. I patted my face dry and reached for my moisturizer, smoothing it over my cheeks and forehead while trying not to rush. I was rubbing the last of the moisturizer down my neck when Pressure walked in the bathroom without saying anything at first.

He had taken his shirt off, and his chest filled the doorway before he stepped behind me.

I looked at him through the mirror, and he came up behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me back against his chest. The towel was the only thing between my skin and his hands, but it still felt like too much. I rested my hands on the counter and let my body lean into him.

Pressure lowered his mouth near my ear. “You smell good as fuck.”

I smiled at him in the mirror. “I know.”

His mouth curved a little. “You know?”

“I used the one you like.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, and his hands moved over my stomach and down to my pussy through the towel. “You feel good too.”

I looked at us in the mirror, his body behind mine, his arms around me and his face close to my neck.

“What you thinkin’ about?” He asked, kissing the side of my neck.

“I’m just looking at us.”

His eyes lifted to mine in the mirror. “You like what you see?”

I nodded. “I do.”

Pressure kissed my neck again, then rested his chin near my shoulder for a second. “Me too.”

His hands slid from my waist to my hair, and I already knew what he was about to do. Pressure loved when my hair was down. He loved the length, the way it fell over my shoulders and the way it moved when he had his hands in it. He liked it down when we were making love, and I knew that without him having to say it.

He pulled the tie loose, and my hair fell around my shoulders and down my back. It was black and silky, and still warm from the shower and the bun. Pressure used his fingers to spread it out, letting it fall to the middle of my back while he watched through the mirror. His hand moved through it once, and I felt him breathe out behind me.

He turned me slow until I was facing him, then looked down at me with that same focus from the mirror. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles moved under my palms.

He kissed me before I could say anything else, and I felt it go through my whole body. His mouth opened over mine slow, but there was nothing soft about the way he wanted me. His hand slid deeper into my hair and held me close while his tongue moved against mine, and I kissed him back with my nails digging into his chest.

My nipples tightened against the towel, and the longer he kissed me, the wetter I got between my legs. I pressed closer to him because I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me, and when my stomach touched his, I felt his dick getting hard against the front of his pants. That made my body get even warmer because Pressure was already there with me.

His hand left my hair and moved down my back, then stopped at my waist while he pulled me into him a little more. I moaned into his mouth, and he made a low sound back like he felt it in his chest.

The towel was still wrapped around me, but my body had already started giving itself to him. My pussy was wet, my skin was warm, and every time his tongue touched mine, I could feel myself getting softer in places only he knew how to reach.

Pressure pulled back just enough to look at my face. “Come here.”

He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom.

I followed him into the bedroom, and the second I stepped past the bathroom door, I knew he had been in here while I was showering.

The shopping bags I dropped on the bed were gone, my purse was sitting on the chair, and the room was dark now except for the candles burning around it. The whole room smelled like scented wax, body wash and him, and that alone made my thighs press together before he even touched me again.

I turned toward him, but he was already close.

His chest pressed against mine, and the towel around my body suddenly felt like the only thing in the way.