Page 13 of Drill Session
“It’s not. You know I like it really hot, Drill.”
Standing in the bathroom doorway barefoot, I watched her bend over on the porcelain clawfoot tub and twist the knob to refill the tub and add her unnecessary essentials that she deemed a necessity. The white towel was wrapped around her naked body before she removed it and dipped her toe inside to check the temperature.
“This is how I like it,” she glanced back at me and smiled. “You can join me if you want too,” she taunted me.
“You know I hate that hot ass water.”
The bathroom was thick with steam, carrying the scent of her bath products; I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom to give her space. Earlier I asked her if she was hungry, but she told me no. I knew better than to listen to her ass. Just like if we stopped at the gas station and before pumping the gas, I’d ask her if she wanted something out the store, her answer would always be no, but I knew better than to come out empty handed.
I decided to whip something up, nothing too heavy, but something that would tease her appetite for what I had planned later. The restaurants around here weren’t that far away, but I didn’t have time to book reservations or none of that shit. I planned to do this for the both of us, when we touched down and there’s no better time than now, to do it. I went inside the kitchen and pulled out some frozen White Castle burgers from out of the freezer and placed them on the counter as a decoy. She’d be pissed off as hell to see them laying there. We talked about coming out here and not eating what we could eat in the States. Knowing that’d piss her off made it all the better because that was the plan.
Returning to the cool bedroom, a welcome change from the heat outside, as I searched for something to wear that would fit the mood tonight, before trotting outside to smoke a blunt. My arms extended as I opened the French style balcony doors and invited a cool gust of wind inside. The sun was beginning to set, making this shit look pretty as fuck. For what it’s worth, you definitely get what you paid for. This shit looked like something off a damn movie. The warm, glowing orange of the blaze, highlighted by a subtle yellow, was truly memorable. From where I was standing, I could see the people on the beach setting up Akira’s surprise. Smoking my blunt was just a starter pack that would grow my appetite, so I knew this was the perfect time to surprise her.
Being with Akira makes me realize how people really love the idea of beinginlove. The thought never crossed my mind, and if somebody asked me right now what Akira and I got going, I’d tell them she’s my lil’ junt. We never made things clear of what we were and while I’ve always been one to go with the flow, this felt perfect. Niggas in the hood know she’s off limits and not to try her and I can say the same for her. I have too much of her attention for her to entertain the thought of another nigga. At least that’s the way I see it. I’ve never had a relationship to know what one feels like either, but Akira and I be doing relationship like shit that would solidify it, but just like me she never spoke on having a future with me or having a title over what we are.
I stubbed out my blunt in the ashtray, the burning ember glowing faintly, before a movement behind me caught my eye. A towel was wrapped around her, and I could see beads of water sitting on her damp skin. So, the cool gust wouldn’t faze her, I slowly opened the French style doors and closed them back.
“I thought you damn near drowned baby,” I trotted towards her and joked. “I be forgetting how much you prefer a hot bath over a hot shower.”
She giggled, showcasing a smile that would get a blind niggas dick hard. “Actually, I did both,” she stated facts. “I soaked then got in the shower, while you’re trying to clock me.”
With the towel still clutched around her body, the edge of the bed dipped when I sat on it to watch her waltz around the room.
“Can I have my body back,” she teased me with her hip poked out. “I need some privacy.”
“Girl my tongue done sucked nut out of your pussy. I’ve seen the cream ooze out of your vaginal canal. There ain’t no fuckin’ privacy when it comes to you, Akira.”
She sucked her teeth and waved me off because I was spitting facts. “Drill, whatever.”
Everything she did, she did it with care and delicacy, as if time didn’t exist. That’s what I admired about her. Small shit like care quality is so seductive and most consider it to be a love language. Like now, she sat beside me on the edge of the bed, one leg was crossed over the other as she dipped her head down to rub it into her skin and arms. She did it with no urgency while tending to the crevices of her body.
Licking my lips, I grabbed the body glaze from her and put it by my side. The shift made her glance at me with a deep V forming between her arched brows.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like the smell?”
“Naw,” I shook my head to ease her concern, followed by, “I love it. You know I’ma sucka when it comes to that vanilla shit you be wearing. I want to rub it on your feet.”
A satisfied grin came across her face as she scooted back a little bit on the bed and placed her feet in my lap. I scooped up some of the thick body butter and rubbed it gently into her skin, starting with those sexy ass ankles that draped a gold anklet with my name Drill on the side.
“Hmm,” she moaned. “Apply a little bit more pressure on my heels baby,” she instructed me.
“I got this. I know what the fuck to do when it comes to pleasin’ yo body. I don’t need a guide when it comes to that,” I let her know. “These toes so fuckin’ pretty. You know I love that white French tip nail shit. That’s a nigga’s weakness. It’s so classy and timeless.”
“You’ve told me before,” she whimpered. “That’s why I get it. I usually get all white.”
Licking my lips, I adorned her feet, damn near wanted to kiss them. More than likely, I knew I could fight the urge not to indulge in my intrusive thoughts. If we started something now, we’d be late for the surprise I have for her.
“Everything about you sexy as fuck, you know that?”
“You make me feel sexy,” she spoke barely above a whisper.
My brow raised as I continued to rub her feet, making sure to knead my thumb against the pressure points. “You weren’t before me,” I interrogated her. “That’s some bullshit.”
“No,” she giggled. “I mean, I was never insecure, but you make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. I’ve never been with a man who pays attention to my body the way you do, Martavious. It’s like there isn’t a piece of human flesh that exists in the world other than me.”
“Because there isn’t.” I cocked my head at her and bored my eyes into hers. Love and affection danced around in her chestnut-colored ones. What she felt for me, I felt for her, but I couldn’t admit that to be honest a part of me doesn’t know how. The cards life dealt me where odds placed against me, and I lost the game. Winning Akira over made me feel heavy, almost as if it was an accomplishment. The mere thought of sucking on her pussy became a false reality until I was actually doing it. I’m a fucking felon, graced in the beauty of a dime piece who could’ve settled for a blue-collar brother—a corny nigga too, but she settled for me… she’ssettlingfor me.
Tapping her on the leg, I signaled for her to give me the right foot before placing the left foot on the bed.
