Page 31 of Certified to Handle You
He looked at me deeper.
“I get that I ain’t take yo’ feelins into consideration, but don’t sit here and say I don’t wanna be with you. I be with you at least five days out the week, baby. I ain’t finna be nowhere I don’t wanna be. You hear me?”
I lifted my eyes fully to him then, and I hated how real he looked when he said it, ’cause that’s what made this shit harder.
I wanted to stay mad. I needed to stay mad, but the wine sittin’ warm in my system, mixed with the way his hand found its way back to my thigh, had my guard slippin’ whether I liked it or not.
“Can you get your hand off my leg?” I asked, my brows pullin’ together.
He didn’t even answer me. Instead, he squeezed my thigh tighter, then smacked it, and before I could even react, he bent down and kissed it soft, like he was already movin’ past my attitude.
I clenched my jaw. “I feel like you think I’m a joke, Renza.”
That made him pause. He looked up at me with his brows pullin’ together slightly. “You serious?”
“I’m deadass.”
He held my eyes for a second. “Do I look like the type of nigga who would commit to a joke?” he asked. “You think I’mma waste my time like that? Baby, I keep tellin’ you I’m sorry… and I am, so can a nigga please love on you in peace?”
Before I could even respond, he dropped his head again, his lips pressin’ back against my thighs, softer and more intentional.
That’s what always fucked me up about him, because Renza never stayed in shit long enough to argue it out or talk it to death the way a part of me wanted him to. He wasn’t the typeto sit here goin’ back and forth, tryin’ to prove a point or drag somethin’ out just to feel heard.
Instead of sayin’ too much, he showed up in the only way he knew how, and that was always through action, through touch and through the way he handled me like nothin’ else in the moment mattered but gettin’ me back right.
But that was the problem because while I be sittin’ here wantin’ answers, wantin’ him to slow down and actually feel what I’m sayin’, he was already tryin’ to fix it in his own way. It was like what he was givin’ me should’ve been enough to quiet everything else.
His hands slid up my thighs, spreadin’ my legs wider while his mouth followed right behind, pressin’, kissin’ and movin’ like he already knew what he was doin’ to me.
I leaned back into the couch, my grip tightening around my glass while I watched the top of his head for a second before my body started givin’ in.
Renza always knew how to shut me up, and I hated that shit so bad.
By the time he got lower, pressin’ his mouth against my panties, I was soaked. His lips dragged slowly over the front of them with his tongue pressin’ through the fabric while he licked me in long strokes. I could feel that wet already spreadin’ and soakin’ through until the material clung to me.
My thighs twitched when he went back over the same spot again, but slower this time, like he was enjoyin’ it, and like he could taste me through it.
He kept goin’, lettin’ his tongue slide over me through my panties until they was damn near see-through and stuck to my lips, outlining every part of me. The more he licked, the wetter it got, to the point that I could feel it slick between my thighs.
He finally slid my panties to the side with his mouth, and when his lips finally pressed against me, I let out a low sound I couldn’t even hold back.
He didn’t let up. His hands stayed on me, squeezin’, spreadin’, and holdin’ me exactly where he wanted me while he sucked my clit. His tongue pressed in, slid over me, then flicked right back to my clit, suckin’ it hard enough to make my whole body jerk.
“Fuck…” I cried, my voice breakin’ while my thighs tried to close on his head, but he wasn’t havin’ that shit. His arm locked around my leg, holdin’ it up while the other hand gripped my ass, spreadin’ me wider so he could get deeper and messier with it.
That wet sound started buildin’ every time he moved his mouth. It was slick and loud, and he ain’t shy away from it either. If anything, that shit made him go harder. His tongue dragged through me slowly before pushin’ back in, lickin’ me like he was eatin’ every drop I gave him.
My hips lifted off the couch without me even meanin’ to, grindin’ against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair.
“Renza… fuck… stop—” I tried, but it came out weak ’cause I didn’t want him to stop for real.
“Stop playin’ with me and cum,” he muttered against me, his voice low and rough before goin’ right back to suckin’ my clit, deeper and harder this time like he was pullin’ that shit out of me.
My whole body locked up, my back archin’ while my legs lifted higher, shakin’ as that shit hit me hard as hell.
“Ahh—fuck!” I cried, my voice breakin’ while I came, my hips pushin’ into his mouth like I couldn’t get enough.
He licked and sucked me through it. He kept his mouth movin’ while my body shook under him, chasin’ every last bit of it while I damn near lost my breath.
