Page 15 of Drill Session

I took a few bathroom selfies, and I was taking longer than I should’ve now, giving Drill something to complain about. The red Norma Kamali, fishtail gown from Revolve, hugged every curve and crevice in sight. My mid-section showcased my mini gut and my back was exposed, showcased my back roll. I paired the look with some gold trinkets, to compliment my skin and the sexy primary color. The icing on the cake was the shimmer body oil on my cinnamon skin complexion, making me glisten like a glazed donut. To finish, I spritzed on some That Girl, the viral vanilla perfume by Oakcha, enjoying its warm, comforting smell enticed with notes of vanilla, marshmallow and caramel along with other gourmands. The soft scents paired well with my body chemistry, but vanilla ouds are my signature scent anyway.

Waltzing inside the room, Drill was occupied with something on his phone, his neck craned, and his eyes were squinted. My heart was fluttering and butterflies swarmed around in my stomach awaiting his reaction. This felt so surreal and sweet, so much like a real date. Drill doesn’t blur the lines when it comes to making me feel sexy or waned. He does with ease, giving me the satisfaction and the extra boost of confidence to sashay around with my chin sticking out, feeling like the sexiest woman in the world. I’ve never had a doubt in my mind that my body wasn’t a fixture or a work of art, but Martavious Washington, gazes at me with so much love and admiration in his eyes as if he painted me himself.

“Damn,” catching his attention, his eyes bored over my body. A smile stretched across my face, warming my cheeks, and making them glow faintly. “God blessed me wit’ some good shit when he put you in my life, baby.”

“Thank you, daddy,” I beamed, laced in his lust. “I match your fly.”

While he took in my body in appreciation, I used this time to look over him. Drill is the kind of man you see in your dreams, making you wish he could wrap his arms around you and caress your body while rocking you to sleep. His shoulders were broad and flexed like Hercules, skin dark and smooth, so dark that the tattoos on his body were hard to see. The waves in his head swam deep, mimicking cerulean, blue ocean waves and his hair was lined up to perfection. That beard that would become drenched in my juices was thick and full. Gray hair strands peeked through the full mane, but he didn’t look a day over twenty-five. He looked good and fit for his age, making sure to maintain a balanced diet and dedicated a heavy schedule to the gym. His muscles looked ripped in the Marni silk dillies print, bowling shirt. On his toned lower body were a pair of khaki Bermuda shorts from Amiri. Laced on his feet were a pair of white Alexander McQueen sneakers. The diamonds dancing in his iced-out Rolex put every rapper to shame. He was utterly heart throbbing and such a fucking sight to see.

“C’mere baby,” he motioned with his finger for me to walk towards him. Being obedient, I treaded towards him and rested my hands on his big shoulders as his caressed my ass through my dress. “You smell so fucking good,” he sniffed me and groaned in satisfaction.

I moaned from feeling his hands go under my dress and cuff my pussy from behind. The dress had a high slit, so panties weren’t thought of when the curator designed the dress. My bald pussy would be vulnerable to exposure if I took a wrong turn or if a sudden breeze swept by.

“Princess, we ain’t gone make it, as good as you fucking look right now,” he muttered.

A playful slap was sent to the back of his head when he mentioned that. “I worked too hard on this make up for you to want to get nasty and I’m hungry, Drill. I can’t fuck off an empty stomach.”

He tapped me on the ass a few more times before gently moving me to the side so he could stand up. “You got a point. The last time we tried that, you sounded like you had to shit. It was the first time my dick got soft since fuckin’ with you.”

“Whatever.”

Lifting the end of my dress up just a tad, I slid my feet into a pair of gold Gianvito Rossi sandals and grabbed my phone before intertwining my hand with Drill’s. The strong hold from his touch sent a jolt of electricity striking through me, making my knees buckle.

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“This place is so beautiful.I don’t know why we didn’t walk on the beach our first night here,” I stated with glee. “Can you see us coming back here or making this a seasonal thing around this time of the year?”

Drill shrugged, as we tittered on the beach. The sand tickled my feet with each step I took, and I was getting paranoid. It felt so weird, but I didn’t want to freak out and ruin the moment, so I settled for the joys of being surround by the beauty that God had something to do with. In the sky, the stars twinkled above us, witnessing this with us, embracing the moment that was nothing short of simplicity.

“Without the freak shit,” he glanced over at me and erupted into laughter, causing me to do the same. The words between us were unspoken, and we never addressed the elephant in the room. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but I wanted to choose my words carefully. I don’t regret what I did with Saira, but I doubt it’ll happen again. What conspired was a spur in the moment. At least I have the experience to know, I don’t want to try it again. It wasn’t bad, though it felt good and the thrill of it all held me captive, but it’s not something I’d indulge in frequently. My freak meter is low when it comes to that type of shit. The vibes Lover’s Island were giving is something all couples should experience. Drill and I were enthralled in the soft sand, clean air, good vibes and sexy atmosphere.

“Where are we going?”

“To feed you.”

“And you’re not hungry?” My brow rose and I turned my head to glance up at him.

“You know I’m always hungry for you baby. Unlike you, I can get full off pussy.” He retorted.

“I talked to Lira earlier today and she said something about me coming back pregnant. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Hmm.” He chuckled deeply. “If you not pregnant, that mean I ain’t do my job. I’ve been keeping track of your ovulation on your period app.” For proof, he pulled out his phone and went to the period app, didn’t try to hide his phone passcode and went to the period app. My mouth gaped open in shock at his revelation.

“Drill, what the?—”

“I went to the app store on my phone and signed in with your apple account. I only downloaded the app. So now the data syncs to my phone when you sync yours. I went and moseyed my way through all of your history. You even input the days we fucked. The end of December and January was a nasty ass month for us.”

My feet halted and my mouth remained gaped open as I snatched the phone out of his hand and observed the information for myself. This nigga is beyond fucking crazy and I’ve never heard of such a thing. Granted in the past, men would only ask for me to tell them when I my period was off, but Drill was taking shit too far.

“The fact that you don’t think this is crazy is insane!” I shrieked. “Drill!”

“You don’t want me to show you how really crazy I am about you, baby.” He pulled me closer and snuggled his chin in the crook of my neck and kissed on my lips. From the way his beard was tickling my hot spot, I hunched my shoulder up and giggled. To hold me in place, he pulled me backwards and slowly swayed us from side to side, with his tongue escaping his mouth to draw his name in cursive on my neck. “I’ll kill everything in the way of your happiness. This shit is deeper than sex, it’s deeper than love when it comes to you, girl. You have to understand I’ll fly across the moon and walk across water for you, Akira.”

My heart exploded in my chest. This isn’t the first time Drill has made me feel all these things without fully committed to a commitment. I became used to the treatment and figured he was showing me signs that he wanted something long term with me. His actions spoke the way he felt, but if only I could get him to tell me instead of assuming it would make this all better. I’m mature enough to handle the truth, and that’s the most I deserve.

“I can’t form the words to tell you how I feel about you Drill.”

“I feel it in your heart.”

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