Page 118 of Certified to Handle You
His dick was soaked, and when I pulled it out and smacked it against my lips a few times, he let out a low groan that told me everything I needed to know.
One thing about me, if I was suckin’ some dick, I wasn’t stoppin’ until I got what I came for.
“Baby…” he tried to say, but I stayed right here, keepin’ my mouth on him, pushin’ him deeper down my throat while I gagged around him, lovin’ every second of it.
I kept that same rhythm, rollin’ my head and my tongue together, pushin’ him down until I felt him lose control. The second his body tightened up, I knew what it was, and when that warm nut hit the back of my throat, I swallowed it without even thinkin’ twice.
Couture’s abs tightened, his knees bent a lil’ and his breath came out broken as he tried to catch himself. I pulled his dick out slow, still draggin’ and rollin’ my tongue around it until I reached the tip, kissin’ around it.
“Baby… I ain’t never had nobody suck my dick the way you do. I ain’t even gon’ lie,” he said, still breathin’ heavy.
“Are you serious?” I asked, playin’ it off even though I felt that shit.
“I’m so serious,” he replied, meanin’ it.
I laid back on the bed and spread my thighs again, watchin’ him step out his pants completely. He unbuttoned his shirt and left it open, then climbed right back between my legs. He pushed my thong to the side again and slid his dick back into me.
I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pullin’ him down closer while he filled me up.
I was already wet, and he felt it. I could hear it in the way he grunted in my ear, and the way his body pressed into mine, sendin’ chills all through me.
I lifted my thighs higher and wrapped them tight around his waist, holdin’ him right where I needed him while he started movin’ inside me, givin’ it to me deep and slow before pickin’ it up.
We stayed right here, locked in, givin’ it to each other for the rest of the night.
Days later…
Couture had been gone for three whole damn days and I was startin’ to really miss him in a way I ain’t expect.
At first, I was cool, talkin’ to him when I could, textin’, laughin’, keepin’ it light the way we always did, but the more time passed, the more I started feelin’ that space he left behind. It wasn’t even on no needy shit, it was just… he had got used tome bein’ on him and I had got used to him bein’ on me, and now that he wasn’t here, I could feel it.
We had talked earlier, but the signal kept droppin’ on his end, and every time his voice cut out, it pissed me off. He always called back though. Every time.
He stayed busy, always in the kitchen, cookin’, but he still made time to check on me. He still made sure I knew he was thinkin’ about me, and told me he missed me. And I missed him too.
I was laid up on the couch with Yunique, passin’ the blunt back and forth while we talked, tryna keep my mind off that feelin’ sittin’ with me ’cause I missed Couture.
Smoke filled the room slow, curlin’ up toward the ceilin’ while we kicked it like we always did.
“So what’s up with you and lil’ chef boy?” she asked, takin’ the blunt from me with that look on her face. “Y’all gon’ make it official or what?”
I smiled a lil’, then ran my fingers through my hair, thinkin’ about it for a second before I answered. “I ain’t rushin’ it,” I said, keepin’ my tone easy. “We still learnin’ each other. I like how it is right now, I ain’t tryna force nothin’ and fuck it up.”
She smirked and hit the blunt again. “That nigga wanna lock you in though, don’t he?”
“Yeah,” I said, noddin’. “He do… but he get it. I told him how I feel about, and he respect it. We just… vibin’.”
Yunique blew her smoke out slow, then looked at me sideways. “Or could it be you still stuck on that white man?”
I rolled my eyes so hard it almost made me laugh. “Girl, Kelli ain’t got nothin’ to do with nothin’,” I said, shakin’ my head. “That was what it was and it ain’t nothin’ now. I’m just takin’ my time, that’s it.”
She watched me for a second, then shrugged like she was gon’ leave it alone, even though I knew she wasn’t fully buyin’it. Before she could say somethin’ else, her phone buzzed. She looked down at it, then shook her head.
“Bitch, Kwest outside,” she said, already gettin’ up.
I shook my head. “Bitch, you better stop lettin’ that nigga drive the gas out yo’ car.”
She laughed and grabbed her bag. “Mind the business that pay you, hoe.”
