Page 80 of Still Made For You

I wanted to kick myself in the ass for missing the signs. Clearly, I needed to take a few days off to focus on what was most important. Family. We were down to our last few days of the tour anyway, so a vacation might be just what we needed.

Ciyani and Justice’s wedding was coming up in just a few weeks, so I hadn’t planned anything outside of that. I made up in my mind that I would reach out to our travel agent tomorrow morning to plan a couple’s getaway for us. Hopefully, I could get my mom to watch the kids for a couple of days.

Picking Nayeli up in my arms, I headed into the bathroom. I sat her down on the counter, as I started our bath. We had one of those Jacuzzi tubs, so I decided to put it to use. Whenever we traveled, I always made sure she had bath bombs and bubbles, so I walked out to grab a couple from my bag. Once I made sure the water temperature was hot enough for her and cool enough for me, I threw in the bath bombs.

Nayeli didn’t say much as she watched me move around the bathroom. I remembered that I packed my Bluetooth speaker, so I walked back into the room to retrieve it along with my phone. Charity had made me a lovemaking playlist because she was into that type of thing. I hadn’t used it, but I figured this would be a good time to try it. Dirty by Tank crooned through the Bluetooth speaker.

Once I acquired everything we needed, I turned my attention back to my wife.

“Take those clothes off,” I demanded. I wasn’t in the business of repeating myself. She slid off the counter then pulled her shirt over her head. Next. she stepped out of her pajama pants. The curve of her hips left me temporarily mesmerized. Damn. Nayeli's smooth, chocolate skin looked good enough to eat, and I planned to devour every inch of her. Her posture seemed uncomfortable as she stood there with her hands covering her stomach. Sauntering over to my beautiful Queen, I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky to have such an incredible woman in my life. Even when things weren’t the best, her love made it all worth it. Tilting her chin up, I gazed into her alluring brown eyes.

“Move your hands,” I urged. Nayeli hesitated for a moment, which alerted me to another issue we needed to address.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. When I tell you I love you, that means all of you. I’m not sure how we’ve gotten so disconnected, but I’m going to fix this. You are gorgeous, and this body of yours turns a nigga on without even trying. Do you understand me? You’re perfect the way you are, and there isn’t a soul out there who can ever hold a candle to you. When you hold back from me, it makes me feel like I’m slipping on my job as your husband. I need you to know you’re the shit whether you’re in my presence or not.” Tears cascade down her cheeks. Using the pads of my thumbs, I brushed them away then pressed my lips into hers.

She moaned once I lifted her back onto the countertop. This time, her back pressed up against the mirror while I spread her legs apart. Her lips were lightly parted, and I could see the anticipation in her eyes. She needed reassurance and passion, but more importantly, she needed the man I promised her I’d be. Her freshly waxed pussy called out to me the longer I held her legs open. She’d gotten the strip in the middle just the way I liked it.

The slickness gathering between her folds caused my manhood to expand down my leg. Bending down, I pressed my face into her sex. Her natural scent made my mouth water whenever she was in my presence. I flicked my tongue across her clit and watched her come undone. The faster I swirled my tongue across her bud, the louder she screamed. That shit only motivated me to go further. Her juices were running down her lower lips, so I dragged my tongue from the bottom all the back to her bud.

“Ooh! Unh! Baby! I-shit!” Nayeli’s legs shook while her hands gripped my locs that were falling in front of my face. I loved watching my woman squirm from the pleasure only I could bring her.

“Wet my face up, dove.” Holding her legs up in the air, I devoured her pussy until she came for a second time. My nose and chin were soaked in her nectar, by the time I finished. It wasn’t until then that I realized I’d never turned the water off from the tub. Luckily, the water ran slowly, so I shut it off at the perfect time.

Glancing back at Nayeli, I smirked, seeing her sitting on the counter in a daze. I lifted her up and then carried her over to the bath. She dipped her foot in to make sure the temperature worked for her. Once she gave me the nod of approval, I gently placed her inside.

I removed the rest of my clothes then joined her in the tub. Reaching over, I lifted her body then placed her in my lap. We were face-to-face in the jacuzzi.

“Come sit on it, dove. I’ve been missing your pretty ass for too long,” Nayeli fed me her tongue with her arms draped around my neck. When her warmth slid down my length, I groaned. Nayeli possessed more power over me than she realized. I’ve dabbled in my fair share of pussy, but none could compare to my wife’s. Inside her womb was where I found some of my greatest inspirations when it came to my music. She laughed when I first told her, until one night, she witnessed me writing an entire song after making love to her. Her love opened up my mind and fueled my creativity.

“Ahhh!” Nayeli’s head fell back while she rode my dick in the water. Leaning forward, I took her right nipple into my mouth. I switched from one to the other, watching Nayeli bounce on me. The more I sucked, the more her muscles contracted. Her hands squeezed my shoulder, and she screamed out in ecstasy. We made love until the water turned cold, and our bodies began to wrinkle.

After we got out of the tub, I dried her off then rubbed her body down. She moaned loudly when I applied lotion to her back, so I gave her a massage to help her relax. For the rest of the night, I catered to my wife’s needs. I emailed my assistant about booking our vacation the minute this tour ended. My wife’s happiness meant more to me than my own, and she deserved a few days of relaxation with no interruptions. Relationships took real work. A lot of people think you’re supposed to be happy all of the time, but it’s unrealistic.

Nayeli and I know the ins and outs of one another, and we still have moments when we don’t understand each other. Communication breaks barriers when it’s done the right way. Contrary to what people believe, when a person loves you, they will change for you. You won’t have to repeat your needs to them because they heard you the first time. Nayeli and I have disagreements like any other couple, but when she voices a concern in our marriage, I go out of my way to fix the issue. I might not get it right all of time, but I was damn sure going to try.

She reciprocated the same with me as well. Anything I need from her, she makes sure to give it to me. We aren’t perfect by any means, but we’re perfect for each other. When I think about what we’ve been through to be together, no one can convince me we weren’t made for each other. No one in this would fit my life the way she does, and I’d spend the rest of my life showing her just how irreplaceable she was.

My mind started reeling with ideas for a new song and if I didn’t write it down, I feared I would forget it. When I looked over Nayeli, she was sound asleep, so I decided to slip out of the bed to put my ideas on paper.

“Where are you going?” I heard the sleepiness in her voice.

“I’m going into the living room to write this new song down.” Whenever I traveled, a notebook and pens were a required part of my luggage. Sometimes, I’d use the note feature on my phone, but there’s something about putting my words down on paper that hits differently for me.

“This pussy has you writing love songs,” she giggled. The melody in her laughter pierced the deepest parts of my soul. It was a sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

“Damn, right, that pussy has power. One of these days, you’re going to realize how influential you are in my life. I wouldn’t be able to sing about love if you hadn’t come into my life.” She got up from the bed, sliding her feet into her slippers.

The two of us sat on the couch while I worked. She rolled my blunt for me because she knew I smoked to set the mood for my creativity. I normally smoked outside, but I paid extra to smoke in the hotels, depending on the weather. It was too cold in Chicago to be standing outside, so I opted to stay in the room. We vibed together with her head resting on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry for blowing up on you earlier. I know you aren’t sleeping with Reese or anyone else, for that matter. I’ve been in my own head for the last few months, and I’ve been feeling insecure about our relationship.” I sat my notepad on my lap to give her my full attention.

“There’s nothing for you to be insecure about in our relationship. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. We’re in this thing for life, dove.” I assured her.

“You’re constantly surrounded by women with these perfect bodies, and here I am-”

“Sexy as hell? Perfect in every way? I’m assuming that’s what you were getting ready to say.” I cut her off because she was trying to play my wife, and I wasn’t feeling it.

“My body looks nothing like it did when we first got together or even when we got married. I tried to get back in shape after Reason, and I felt like I was almost where I wanted to be, and then-” She paused for a moment.

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