Page 49 of Simply Complicated
We stopped by La Perla for underwear to wear with the gown, and Savior encouraged me to pick up some extra stuff to keep at his home. I felt a little silly picking up three-hundred dollar draws that he might end up tearing off, but hey, it was his money and who am I to argue when a man wants to blow his money on me?
Now it’s the day of the gala and my nerves have been sky high all morning. I haven’t been to a gala in ages so I’m beyond nervous. I’ll be mingling with other doctors, lawyers, and executives. I’ll be making conversation about what’s going in and not talk about the Migos’ newest album I just downloaded.
I’m going to get a taste of the life I’ve always wanted.
It’s not that I’m scared of success but I don’t ever want to be so high up the food chain, I forget where I’ve come from. I’ve seen it happen firsthand when someone moves out of the ‘hood and they never come back to visit. I’ve heard stories of it with celebrities and athletes who don’t even bother to give back to the community that built them up.
Ashley is one of the most respected accountants in Los Angeles, yet she always gives back to the community. She makes it a point to buy from black-owned businesses, and she supports black fashion designers whenever she can. She’s the true example of making it out of the ‘hood, but never forgetting about it.
Andrea, however, is a completely different story. She constantly boasts about the designer labels and expensive cars she owns. She’ll post about a news story involving police brutality here and there, and she might even participate in a march. But don’t think for a moment, she’s going to open her wallet and offer to send black men to college. Don’t think you’re going to catch her at a mom and pop’s restaurant and brag about them, increasing their profile and potential business.
She’s a perfect example of us and them.
I can’t worry about any of that now. I have a few hours to get ready and make my debut as Savior’s girlfriend in front of a potential international audience. I just hope I walk straight and there’s no food in my teeth.
And whatever I do, I hope I do not embarrass myself.
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Leaving the bedroom, I walk into the living room and see Savior glance out of the large windows facing the indigo pool. I noticed his face in the reflection and he was in a contemplative state, with a small smile forming on his lips. My heart stilled as I see Savior in a tuxedo, looking like a delicious snack.
The formal mask is slightly on, yet there’s still a bit of the sensual Savior that is out. It’s a transformation I’m still getting used to – how quickly he can change his mood given the circumstances like an actor on cue.
Savior pivots his feet and stares at me. He swallows and blows out a small breath. His eyes drink me in from my painted pink toes to my equally painted lips. He touches his chest as his eyes burn into me. There’s a sexiness undercurrent with Savior, and he doesn’t bother to hide it.
“I never wonder why I call you gorgeous,” he walks up to me and looks into my eyes. His hands cup my face and I feel the familiar yearning between my thighs. “Because you embody it every second.”
I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and grasp his wrists. Savior is just so gorgeous and I feel like Cinderella at the ball. “Savior…”
“Shh…” He kisses my head. “…you’ll be the best looking woman tonight, I’m sure of it. Shall we?”
I interlock arms with him and we make our way to the awaiting Rolls Royce. I slip inside and Savior follows behind me. Once we’re inside, the sensuality flows between us like a soft current as I felt the energy of the man beside me.
I breathe in his cologne and the feelings of arousal wash over me. My body is always on whenever I’m around Savior. I become so aware of what’s going on between us in the now, with thoughts of the future floating in the background.
“Gorgeous…” His voice is husky and full of want. He curls my fingers around his and pulls me closer to him. He kisses my neck, devouring it with his lips and tongue as his hands wander all over my dress.
Soft moans escape my mouth as my thighs part to allow entrance of his fingers. He brushes a finger against my wet slit and plays with the budding clit that poked out between the cleft.
“Your cunt is so greedy for me,” he moans as he continues to suck on my neck, “what should I do about that greedy pussy of yours?”
I gasp and pant. I become slick with desire and my body starts to ride Savior’s fingers. Is he really doing this on our way to the gala? What if the driver hears us? What if other people see us?
“I won’t put my cock in you because I want you to beg for it later,” he nibbles on my ear, “so my fingers are going have to suffice.”
“Oh shit,” I sob as his thumb circled my clit. He pulled back from me and I studied his face. His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes had that sultry look to them, yet he was collected and calm. He was more focused on getting me off than anything else.
My breath contracts in my chest. The coils of orgasm began to unravel and my legs shook from pleasure. My nails dug into the plush leather seats as our gazes locked on each other.
He had heated eyes and his lips…my god, his lips were curved into that sinful, delicious smile. He knew he had me where he wanted me, anytime at his bidding, and I would gratefully oblige any requests.
“I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” Savior circled my clit faster, “can you do that, baby? Can you come for me when I tell you to?”
I cried and moaned, losing all of my dignity. I was afraid of disappointing him; climaxing when he told me not yet. I was so aroused when he ordered me to wait for him. It was a clusterfuck of emotions and I didn’t know what to do first.
“Now.” Savior ordered. “Come now.”
The orgasm hit my body like an ocean wave, violently shaking me. I collapsed against the seat and cried out Savior’s name, feeling weak and helpless. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head as the orgasm coursed through my body.
My body finally stopped shuddering and I lay satiated in the backseat with Savior. He wiped his fingers with a moistened cloth and discarded it before he softly rocked me to a small sleep. Only the sounds of Shalamar and Savior’s heartbeat filled the small space.
I felt complete. I felt at home.
