Page 18 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Where you going after you leave here?” I don’t know what the fuck I was doing, but it was something like a magnetic pull going on.

“My folks house. My mama refuses to give me my child, so I’m ju?—”

“Finna come chill with me, right?”

“Hmmm, you sure ‘bout that, Cartrek?”

“Yeah, and we gonna work on you and governments.” Nigga was probably forward as fuck, but oh well. She had one of those addicting personalities. Type to make a nigga wanna bathe in her presence and shit.

I had her follow me to my crib, and park in my driveway, which only took about twenty-five minutes. I lived all the way out of the way. I hoped to God she ain’t think she was leaving tonight, cause it was too fucking late for any motion.

We sat at the island talking and chilling while we ate, before migrating to the sectional that overtook my living room. Before I knew it, I lit up and we sat there passing the blunt back and forth a few times kicking shit. Talking and joking like homies and shit rather than her being a female I wantedto fuck. Don’t get me wrong I damn sure wanted to fuck, hell the steel in my joggers made that evident but the air was different.

“Do you always invite women back to your place and share your weed or is this…” her sentence led off because she probably saw my expression.

“New. I’on kick it with bit—females like that unless I know what’s up.” I had never been the type of nigga to lie, so I wouldn’t start now. However it was becoming increasingly hard to stay on this end of the couch rather than in her space.

“Hmph and what about me because I’m su?—"

I licked my lips looking her over before my eyes connected with hers. “You grown, and though I know I ain’t bring you here for that, I’ma follow yo’ lead.”

She smiled nervously, before shaking her head. “Then my lead should be me going home, before it takes us somewhere else.” Within seconds she was on her feet.

I chuckled before standing up as well. “Nah baby girl, you’re high as hell and it’s late as fuck. Type of man would I be to let you out there like that.”

She looked at me for a few seconds before nodding her head. “Even though I’m not judgmentally impaired, I get you.”

“You can even sleep in my bed, and I’ll take the couch.” At this point I didn’t even recognize myself.

“Nonsense. I’m sure we can responsibly share a bed.” She had a smile in her eyes that didn’t extend to those thick ass lips of hers until moments after. “I need a show?—”

“I got you.” I led her down the hall to my bedroom and grabbed her one of my shirts and a pair of draws, before handing them to her.

While she showered, I took care of the few dishes we used and tidied everything up. I wasn’t a neat freak or anything like that, but I didn’t really like things out of place. That’s why me and Cartier couldn’t share a space because the nigga loved to make a fucking mess.

I ended up taking a shower in the guest bedroom that had no bed. I purposely never put a bed in there because I didn’t likecompany and there was no fucking need for it. I met her in my room a few minutes later rolling my underwear up on her small ass waist.

“That shower was heavenly. Did you have that specifically installed or did it come with the place?”

“Came with it. I wanted one of those showers that came from the ceiling, but I haven’t done much customization since I closed.” Something always felt like it was missing, of course I didn’t tell her that much.

“I can’t wait until I buy my first house, customize it for my baby and I. Probably get a scruffy lil’ dog and all of that cute stuff. Maybe even a cat, you know.” She pulled back the comforter of my bed, climbing in.

I shook my head. “I can’t stand cats, lil’ motherfuckers are evil. You better off getting a dog, but not one of those lil’ yappy shits.”

I flipped the light switch and made my way to the bed. This was bound to be one difficult ass sleep because there was no way I’d be able to sleep next to her and not touch her. Motherfuckers was finna miss all type of sleep off this.

“Why is it so cold in here?”

“Cause I like it cold. I sleep better. What, you want me to go change the furnace.” I was about to get up, but she stopped me.

“No, you don’t have to do all of that to accommodate me. I’ll just use your body heat.” Within seconds she had kind of intertwined her body with mine. “You don’t mind, do you.” Her head was up and peering down at me while her chin slightly touched my chest.

My arm rested on her backside, before I said fuck it and leaned my head down kissing her lips. I had been wanting to do that shit all night. She didn’t pull back, or any of that. Instead she melted into my embrace, sucking on my bottom lip. She didn’t expect to be pulled on top of me, but there was no thought in any of this, just action. Her grinding against me let me know what time we were on. I gripped her sides just knowing this was about to one of those nights. I enjoyed the feel of her thickass thighs on both sides of my body and hated to break it up but I had to run in the other room to grab a condom. Once I escaped her body, I ran to do just that, coming back to her lying in the middle of my bed comfortable and inviting me to test that shit out as well. Something about the olive sheets under her frame popped out. Had my mouth water and dick hard as a fucking jaw breaker. If I didn’t watch myself I was gonna fuck up with this one.

She sat up and looked at me, probably wondering why I was looking at her the way I was. I couldn’t help it, her ass was simply ravishing in my bed.

I dropped the shorts barely hanging from my waist, sliding the latex on my shit. No matter how far I took it tonight, I wasn’t fucking up like that. I couldn’t help but eye the beauty at her core as it invited me in. Her slick folds partially protected by the briefs I had given her, but the wetness seeping through leaving wet spots on the seat of them.

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