Page 62 of Certified To Handle You 2

The whole time, I kept my eyes on her. Every time she caught me starin’, she turned her face like she ain’t want me seein’ what I was doin’ to her.

I caught her by the chin, turned her face right back to me, and ran my thumb across it.

“Stop playin’ and look at me, girl,” I muttered. “Ain’t no way I waited this long to get you back in front of me like this just for you to keep lookin’ somewhere else.”

She finally looked up at me, and the second our eyes locked, I leaned right back in and kissed her again. I took my time with it, lettin’ my tongue stay on hers. She tasted like champagne, strawberries, and every reason a nigga lose his train of thought.

Her nails slid into my waves and curled against the back of my head, holdin’ me like she ain’t want me to pull away, andI ain’t gon’ lie, that lil’ move did somethin’ to me. She wasn’t fightin’ this shit no more. She was right here with me.

When we finally broke the kiss, neither one of us moved too far. She reached back in the bowl and grabbed another strawberry, never once takin’ her eyes off mine. Soon as she bit into one side, I stepped in and claimed the other half before catchin’ her lips again. The juice mixed between us, sweet as hell, and I kissed her slower this time, suckin’ in her bottom lip.

I ain’t even gon’ front. I always fucked with strawberries, but tastin’ ‘em from Sha’Nelle’s lips had a nigga wonderin’ what the hell I been eatin’ all these years. They ain’t never hit like this before.

Maybe it wasn’t even the strawberry. Maybe it was her. Every kiss made me want another one, and every time our mouths met, I found another excuse not to let her go. A nigga could’ve stayed right here all night, forgettin’ every damn thing outside this moment.

I reached for a piece of watermelon and let the juice run down between my fingers before holdin’ it out to her.

Sha’Nelle looked at the watermelon, then back at me through them heavy ass eyes that always had a nigga fightin’ to keep his composure. She leaned in and took a bite, her lips barely grazin’ my fingers before she pulled away. Watermelon juice clung to the corner of her mouth, but she ain’t make no move to wipe it off. She just kept chewin’ while lookin’ dead at me.

Then her eyes dropped to my hand.

She took my fingers in her mouth one at a time, cleanin’ every bit of juice off ‘em slow enough to make a grown man whine. Her tongue dragged across my skin before she switched to the next finger.

I watched her in silence, my jaw locked so damn tight I could feel it.

“Fuck…” I muttered, my voice rough.

She finally let my last finger slip from between her lips, and she looked back up at me.

I stared at her for a second before shakin’ my head.

She reached back into the bowl, grabbed another strawberry, and held it up to my mouth.

I leaned in and bit into it while she kept holdin’ it. Soon as the juice slipped over my lip, she closed the lil’ bit of space between us and caught it before it could fall.

When I finally left her lips, I dragged my mouth down the side of her face until I got to her neck. My fingers slid into the back of her hair and gripped it, tuggin’ her head to the side just enough for me to get what I wanted.

My lips found one of the deep red marks I left on her earlier, and I kissed over it slow before movin’ to the next one. I couldn’t keep my mouth off of ‘em. Every mark I left had me right back on it, kissin’ over it like I was admirin’ my own work.

Her moan slipped right into my ear, and all it did was make me keep goin’. My hand stayed locked in her hair while I kept my mouth on her neck, lettin’ every kiss last a lil’ longer than the one before it.

I kissed over every mark I left, takin’ my time with her before I finally lifted my head and looked at that pretty ass neck all over again.

I spent time on her titties, suckin’ on her nipples until her body melted all the way into the bed.

Every reaction she gave me had me keepin’ my mouth right there, switchin’ from one nipple to the other before kissin’ across her chest.

My hand slid over her stomach and back up to her side while I watched her chest rise every time my tongue circled her nipples again.

My hand slid slow across her waist while I kept my mouth on her, and I couldn’t stop lookin’ at how beautiful she was laid out in front of me.

I got on top of her, puttin’ a lil’ of my weight on her, then kissed all over her chin and jaw slow while I moved my dick up and down her thigh. I kept brushin’ my lips against her skin between kisses, breathin’ her in, lettin’ my beard graze against her just enough to make her react.

“Renza,” she whispered in a broken moan.

I looked in her eyes and saw they was glossy, damn near swimmin’ with emotion.

“I love you,” I told her, holdin’ her gaze, needin’ her to feel every fuckin’ word.