Page 16 of The Road to You
Euri’s room was very nice. He had minimal furniture that made the room seem bigger than it was. There was a section in his room with a recliner loveseat that he said was where he relaxed when he didn’t want to be in the living room.
He set me on his California King bed and placed my bag next to me. He told me to take out whatever I used to clean my makeup off. I dug through my bag and took out my wipes. I wasn’t really sure what to do with them, so I set them on my lap. “Do you want me to take off my makeup?”
“No, I’ll take it off. Is that a wig, sew-in, or what?” He told me to take it off when I told him that it was a wig.
I spent a lot of money on my wigs as well. In the storage unit that I rented, I had about thirty wigs in wig storage bags. All of them were either black or a mix of brown and black, and I had a few ginger wigs. It must have been God who told me to put on a glueless one that day. I reached up, grabbed my wig from the edges behind my ear, and then took it off. I kept my hair braided in two French braids under my wigs with a stocking cap over it. I knew he would want to see my hair out, so I loosened the braids without him asking.
Once it was out, I ran my hands through it. It’d been braided for almost a week, so it was wavy. “This is my hair,” I coyly said.
He reached over and put his hands in it. My eyes were closed while he ran his fingers through it. It felt so good.
“Your hair is beautiful, Bruq. It looks like you have silver highlights or something. It’s long too, shit.” His smile led to mine.
“Thank you. This is blow-dried so I can braid it. It has a curlier texture.” My ear tilted toward my shoulder after I tucked my hair behind my ear.
“That shit is beautiful. Whenever you feel comfortable, I want you to wear your hair out. Don’t get me wrong, you’re sexy in your wigs. I just want to see you in this natural sometimes. Is that cool?” he asked.
That was something that I could do. I started wearing wigs when I moved. “Yes, I can do that.”
I was rewarded with another soft kiss. He took the wipes from my lap, opened them, then pulled one out. “How do I do this? Do I just like wipe?”
I took his hand with the oil-based wipe in it and guided him. We started at my forehead. One wipe revealed my white splats, as I called them, that decorated my forehead. I moved his hand between my eyes to show the rest of my splats. I pulled out another wipe to continue the process before I took the used wipe from him.
A few minutes later, my face and neck were free of makeup. “A mask of beauty,” Euri mumbled. His hand roamed my face with the softest touch.
His words warmed my spirit because the way the splats were formed did look like a mask. “My mother used to call it my mask of awesomeness.” One splat went all the way down to my chin, while on the other side, it stopped on my high cheek.
“Come here,” he demanded after he stood from the bed and reached his hand out to me. Once I was up, he walked me into the bathroom and placed me in front of the mirror. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind before he kissed my cheek. “I know you know this, but let me tell you. You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous. Majesty was right; you are a special beautiful. Let’s get in the shower.”
He took his time undressing me. The splats weren’t heavy on the rest of my body. There were a few small ones on my neck, shoulders, arms, and legs. There was one big one on my ass, which was likewhy, God?I guessed I should have been thankful that my pussy wasn’t splatted. That would have been interesting.
I watched him undress. Creep was the best way to describe my thoughts as I watched him take his clothes off. My man’s body was perfect. It reminded me of a man on social media who made masterpieces out of chocolate. He could make everything, and it was perfect. That was Euri’s body, perfectly sculpted for my enjoym?—
Sweet creator of perfect dicks!It was soft and rested on his thigh like his thigh was a dick rest. It was perfectly toned.I want to see it hard.
“So, you’re just going to stare at my dick, Bruq?” His voice knocked me out of my lustful gaze. There was humor in this tone.
I shifted from foot to foot. “I wasn’t staring. I was admiring.” My finger went up, and my face tightened. “There’s a difference, sir.”
He chortled. “Bet. Let me show you how I admire your body in the shower.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled my naked body into his.
He didn’t have to tell my ass twice. We went together to get tested two weeks after we became official, and I got on birth control a week after that. Men were usually the ones who said they wanted to feel the pussy raw. Well, this woman wanted to feel that dick raw.
Euri’s shower had an overhead showerhead. He placed us under it. I let out a relaxing breath at the feeling of the water raining over me. After a minute or so, he switched it to the other head. My body shivered when he gripped my ass, and he kissedmy neck. The dick that was once on his thigh was then poking me.
I adjusted myself to kiss his chest. I worked my way down his body until I got to the prize. My hands wrapped around his pipe. My eyes found his, and a wicked smirk formed on my face. “I see you’re a grower. I like that.”
“Show me how much you like it. Make that dick spit up.” The seductiveness in his tone was the green flag that made me wrap my mouth around his pipe.
The one benefit that came from me being with that fuck nigga when I moved there was the leveling up of my sex game. About a year after him, I messed with a sneaky link that perfected it. I may have been insecure about my splats, but not my sex game.
His pipe tickled the back of my throat. “Muthafucka! Bruqlyn, what the fuck!”
My hand attached to his balls, and I let my neck get to work. My head went side to side while I alternated suction levels. I needed to find that level that would make him buckle to his knees. It would be useful in the future. When he started to thrust his hips forward, I took note of the level.
“Nah, you not about to get me, Bruq.” He used his hand to push my forehead back. “Get the fuck up and bend over.”
Once again, he didn’t have to convince me to follow his instructions. I kept my cool and walked over to the shower bench. I peeped over my shoulder with low eyes and a wet pussy.
