Page 83 of Certified to Handle You
“I love you,” I replied, my voice softer now while my nails slid into his waves, rubbin’ along his scalp. His hair felt good under my fingers. It was smooth and clean, and I caught myself stayin’ in it longer than I meant to.
“I love you too, Big Mama,” he said right back, smackin’ my ass again in front of everybody like it wasn’t shit.
And for that moment, I let everything else go.
Yeah, I still had my thoughts about him and where we was really headed, but right now, I felt loved out loud, and that shit mattered too, I guess.
Plus, I was feelin’ too damn good to fuck the moment up.
“You ready to go to our room?” he asked, his voice deeper now.
I leaned into him, restin’ my face against his chest while my hands slid under his shirt, feelin’ over his abs. They were hard as hell under my palms. They felt tight and solid, and I let my fingers move slow over them, already knowin’ how bad this shit be puttin’ me in my feelin’s.
“Yes…” I replied, finally lookin’ up at him.
He kissed along my neck again, draggin’ it out before rubbin’ his hand up and down my back, sendin’ chills straight through me. Then he took my hand and led me off without sayin’ shit to nobody else.
Everybody was caught up in their own shit, laughin’, drinkin’ and talkin’, while we slipped off like it wasn’t nothin’.
As we walked through the yacht, I kept lookin’ around even though I had already seen it. The floors were smooth under my feet. The lighting was soft and warm, and everything around us still looked like money no matter how many times I saw it.
When we got to the room, Renza walked straight into the bathroom and turned the shower on.
I sat on the bed for a second, just takin’ it in again. My eyes moved around the room before landin’ on the mini bar. Bottles lined up clean behind the glass. Brown liquor sat on the shelves, and tequila, cognac, whiskey, and clear bottles were next to them with juices lined up beside it. Pineapple, cranberry, orange juice; all of it was ready like we wasn’t supposed to want for shit.
By the time I looked back up, Renza was walkin’ out the bathroom naked.
His dick was already in his hand, and he was strokin’ it slow like he knew I wanted it.
It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it didn’t matter. That shit was big, thick and sittin’ heavy in his hand, and the way his muscles moved when he stepped closer had me stuck for a second.
“Come take a shower with me, baby,” he said, holdin’ his hand out.
I took it without even thinkin’.
The bathroom was just as crazy as the rest of the yacht. It had marble floors, a glass shower big as hell, rainfall water comin’ down from above and soft lightin’ that made everything feel warmer than it already was.
Renza stood there strokin’ his dick while he watched me undress, his eyes locked on mine like he wasn’t missin’ shit.
I stepped out my dress slow, lettin’ it fall, never breakin’ eye contact with him. By the time I stepped into the shower, the water was already runnin’ down over me. The shit felt so good, I didn’t even realize that I had bit my lip and closed my eyes.
He stepped in right behind me and smacked my ass.
“Sexy ass,” he said low.
I reached for the towel rack, but before I could grab anything, his hand caught my arm.
He pulled it behind my back like he was cuffin’ me, and it was firm enough to make me gasp while my palms pressed against the wall.
“Renza…baby…” I breathed out.
Before I could even settle, I felt his dick push inside me.
“Fuck…” I moaned, my head droppin’ forward while my body pushed back on him, tryin’ to take all of it.
The water ran down my face and back while he gripped my hips and fucked me slow at first, draggin’ his strokes out so Icould feel every inch of his dick. I had to lift up on my toes just to take it. My fingers slid against the wall while I tried to stay up, my face pressed against the tile as the water ran over it.
Then he picked it up. His pace got deeper, and I could feel his balls slappin’ against my clit while he fucked me from behind, the sound mixin’ with the water and both of our moans.
