Page 92 of Anything Necessary for Her
“I believe you.” I bobbed my head to support my statement. “I only want you, so nothing to worry about.”
“I’m on yo’ ass. You can’t never leave me.” He grinned.
“Ditto, nigga.” I heightened my brow, making sure he understood.
Licking his lips, he confessed, “I gotta use condoms or something with you.”
“Why?” I lifted a brow. “You better not be up to no good.”
“Never.” He pursed his lips as if to say that was preposterous. “Ain’t enough room in my mind since you got in it to be thinking about fucking somebody else. You forgot I could barely get some head from them two freaks ’cause of yo’ ass.”
I laughed, recalling the memory. “Then why the condoms?”
“Because that’s what I’m used to. I used to pull out of bitches while wearing a condom to be safe, but I didn’t have to worry about withdrawing at the perfect time since at the end of the day,I wasn’t in it raw. But you, I be sweating bullets to be sure I pull out before I nut. Yo’ pussy too tight and wet, and my nut will creep up on a nigga randomly at times.” He moved the errant strands of my hair from my face, kissing my nose afterward. “I would hate to get you pregnant before we married and you achieve ya goals. I also wouldn’t be cool with you getting an abortion, so I need to be careful.”
“Have you always wanted kids?” I queried, never hearing him mention future children or anything of the like.
“Not before you, no. I was willing to be the cool uncle to whatever kids Wyatt or Waverley had. Now, though, I want that with you. See what we could fuck around and make together.” I felt myself blushing, just before his lips thrust against mine a few times. “You remember when you tried to stop fucking with a nigga after the club incident?”
“How could I forget?”
“After you cursed my ass out in front of the ballet studio, I had a fucking panic attack.”
“Because of me?” I sat up some to look into his eyes.
“I guess.” He shrugged, licking his sexy lips while seemingly drifting into his thoughts. “Just thinking about you never fucking with me again sent me into one I guess.”
“You never told me.”
“Didn’t want you to only fuck with me out of sympathy, even though if you didn’t forgive a nigga, I was definitely gon’ try to use that shit as a last resort.” He smiled, making me peck him as I snickered.
“Well then you better not do anything to lose me.”
“Hadn’t planned on it, and that’s why I’m telling you now. I don’t ever wanna feel like that again, and that was only a small percentage of what a nigga would face if you stopped fucking with me now.”
I just took him in for a few beats before pressing my lips to his a few times.
“Okay, enough cuddling and fucking. You promised to help me, so come on before my body starts reacting to that sex session and I get sore.” I climbed from the bed and rounded it, him watching me with a commendation that made me smile.
“Aight. What you need?” He slipped his boxers on, then sat back down on the edge of the bed.
“I need you to do what you do best and watch me while I go through my solo routine,” I said.
Oddly, whenever Low watched me in that specific admirable way he watched me, I felt like I was on top of the world, and ballet choreography was effortless. I thought him watching me would have the opposite effect, but here we were.
“Aight. My pleasure.”
“Start the music,” I instructed, and he tapped the space bar on my laptop to do as I said.
Just like the times before, I seamlessly danced my solo with no issue, and not once did I have to internally pray that I didn’t mess up or try to abruptly remember each move, causing me to stammer occasionally. I felt loose and in tune with my body, the music, and the moves.
“That was perfect, at least to me. Looked just like this bitch on the computer.”
“Young lady?”
“Bitch. I don’t know her ass.”
I chuckled, shaking my head as I drank him in, letting him seep into my pores where I wanted him to stay forever.
