Page 42 of Certified to Handle You
For a second, I caught myself hopin’ he would walk in behind me, reach around me, adjust the water, say somethin’ or dosomethin’ just to close that distance that had settled between us. But he didn’t.
I stepped under the water and let it hit me, lettin’ the warmth slide over my skin, loosening the tension sittin’ in my body. It felt good, it really did, but it didn’t take away that heaviness sittin’ on my heart.
I couldn’t even explain it right, but for a moment, it felt like I had lost Renza, and that feeling didn’t sit right with me at all.
Yeah, I stood on what I said earlier, and yeah, I meant it, but realizin’ I might’ve said it in a way that hit him wrong had me thinkin’ different now. Renza wasn’t a nigga who went quiet like that, and the fact that he did told me I had touched somethin’ deeper than I meant to.
I washed up, rinsed off, and stepped out the shower, dryin’ myself slow while my mind kept runnin’ over the same shit. I looked at the shirt he gave me, thought about puttin’ it on, then decided not to. Instead, I walked out just like I was with water still clingin’ to my skin and stepped back into his room.
It was dark and quiet in a way that didn’t feel normal.
I moved toward the bed slowly, feelin’ my way until I found it, then climbed up and crawled over to him, my heart beatin’ a little faster.
“Baby…” I whispered, my voice soft, almost careful.
“Wussup?” he answered.
The tone wasn’t mean, but it wasn’t him either. It was low and flat, like he was still sittin’ somewhere in his head.
That shit stung a little, but I didn’t let it stop me.
I climbed on top of him, straddlin’ him. As soon as I settled, his hands came to my waist like it was second nature, slidin’ up and down slow, like his body knew me even if his mind was still somewhere else.
That small touch alone made me breathe a little easier.
I leaned down and kissed him, soft at first, then deeper, pullin’ his bottom lip into my mouth, suckin’ it slow like I needed him to feel me the way I was feelin’ him.
His grip tightened on my waist with his fingers pressin’ into my skin, holdin’ me here, and just like that, I felt him start to come back to me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I murmured against his lips, kissin’ him again, slower this time. “I love you.”
He didn’t rush to answer, but his hands stayed on me, movin’, caressin’ and feelin’ me like he was lettin’ himself ease back into the moment instead of forcing it.
“I love you too, baby,” he said after a second, his voice deeper.
That alone softened somethin’ in me, and I buried my face into his neck, breathin’ him in while my fingers slid along his jaw and into his beard, my nails draggin’ through it slow.
“I didn’t mean to rub you wrong,” I whispered.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I understand.”
That was all I needed. I started kissin’ down his neck, takin’ my time while my lips dragged over his skin, and I felt his body react under me.
I moved lower, pressin’ kisses across his chest and over his tattoos, lettin’ my tongue follow behind my lips, tracing every part of him until I reached his stomach.
By the time I got to his sweats, I could already feel his dick hardenin’ under me. It was thick and heavy against my hand, and when I pulled it out, my fingers wrapped around it slow, feelin’ every vein under my palm while it got harder the more I touched it.
I leaned down and took his dick into my mouth, lickin’ around the tip first, lettin’ my tongue drag over it before slidin’ down as far as I could take it. My lips stretched around him while my tongue moved along his length, and my hand worked the restof him, jerkin’ what I couldn’t fit while I sucked him deep and slow.
I didn’t rush it. I let that shit build, lettin’ him feel every inch of my mouth while I worked him. My spit started to drip down and coat him until his dick was slick and warm in my hand.
His hand came to my head, his fingers slidin’ into my hair. Then his hand moved down to my jaw, with his thumb rubbin’ it slow while I kept goin’, pushin’ more of him into my mouth until I gagged.
I stayed on it, suckin’ him through it, breathin’ through my nose while my hand kept strokin’ what I couldn’t take.
I kept goin’ until my lips felt numb, and my jaw started to ache. His dick was soaked with my spit, thick and heavy in my mouth, and I could feel him hardenin’ even more the longer I stayed on it.
Then I slid back up his body, my breath a little shaky.
