Page 32 of Certified to Handle You
My thighs trembled around his head, my fingers pullin’ at his hair while I tried to come down, but he kept goin’, draggin’ it out and makin’ it last longer than I was ready for.
“Fuck, baby…” I whimpered, my body softenin’ but still twitchin’ every time his tongue moved.
Even when it started to ease up, he didn’t rush off me. He kissed over my thighs and licked me softer now, like he was cleanin’ me up.
By the time I finally came down, my chest was risin’ and fallin’, and he was still kissin’ on me like he was makin’ sure I felt it all the way through.
Then he moved up my body slowly, pressin’ kisses along my stomach before finally reachin’ my lips and kissin’ me deep.
I didn’t even think about it when my arms wrapped around his neck.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hand comin’ up to my face, and his thumb slidin’ along my cheek.
“Come spend time with me tonight,” he said, his voice low. “Come to the crib with me. Everybody over there, but I want you there too, and I want you to stay with me tonight so I can finish takin’ care of you, baby.”
I looked at him for a second, still in my feelings, and tryin’ to hold on to that little piece of attitude I had left.
“You need to do better with your time,” I told him. “And your communication.”
He nodded right away, leanin’ in to kiss me.
“I know,” he said against my lips before lookin’ back at me. “I’mma do better, baby. I promise.”
“I love you,” he added.
I held his eyes for a second, then let out a breath.
“I love you too.”
He stood up first, then reached for my hand and pulled me up with him like it was nothin’.
As we started walkin’ toward the room, he smacked my ass, lookin’ me up and down.
“I see yo’ ass ’bout to put them clothes back on,” he said.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me change my damn mind, Renza.”
He smacked my ass again, lighter this time. “A’ight, I’mma stop, baby.”
I shook my head and went to get dressed while he sat on the edge of the bed, rollin’ up like he didn’t just turn my whole mood around.
When I stepped back out of the bathroom, he looked up at me. “You look good as hell, baby.”
He put the blunt out, stood up, walked over, and kissed me again like he meant it. Then he grabbed my hand, picked up the box of cookies from the livin’ room table, and led me out the door.
He locked up behind us, and as we walked to his car, I let him hold my hand, still a little in my feelings…
But trustin’ that maybe this time, he meant what he said.
I was ridin’ in the passenger seat with the top down while Renza had one hand on the wheel and the other laced with mine, bringin’ it up every few minutes to press a kiss against the back of it like he needed me to feel him without sayin’ too much.
The music was low, some smooth R&B playin’ through the speakers, and the night air felt good against my skin, coolin’ me down in a way I needed after earlier.
I’m not even gon’ lie, I was still a little in my feelings, but I had made the decision to let that shit go and just enjoy my time with Renza.
I turned my head slightly, lookin’ over at him while he drove like nothin’ in the world fazes him. His jaw was set, his eyes were focused ahead, but his thumb was still rubbin’ slow circles over my hand like he was remindin’ me he was here.
After a minute, he glanced over at me. “You good, baby?”
