“I knew when we moved out here and you made sure she had her own room it was some shit in the game. How you know I didn’t have plans for you tonight?”
“Because I know you’re about to find your way out to that damn car. At three in the morning and your side of the bed is what?”
He laughed. “Not empty, ’cause you be having the twins in the bed. And you know how it be, baby. When I get an idea I gotta get it out.”
Harlem playfully rolled her eyes and looked at me before looking back at Kinga. “Exactly, but whatever you say, Mr. West.”
“I know that, Mrs. West.”
We spent a while longer talking shit and laughing before I knew Rennix was ready to go when he started rubbing back and forth on my thigh. Then, every time I looked back at him, he was giving me that nasty look, the type that let me know we wouldn’t make it into the house.
“You looked good as fuck tonight.” He threw his arm over my shoulder, kissing the side of my face.
“Why thank you.”
He nodded, pulling me in closer. “Let me bend you over the hood.”
Excitement filled my body at the anticipation of any connection between him and me. “When we get to the house.”
“Bet.”
The drive home was brief. So brief I didn’t think he stopped at one stop sign. The car was in a constant flow of motion and the entire time his hand was between my legs, hovering, making me wetter and wetter.
We pulled into the garage and no words were spoken. I didn’t think he even cut the fucking car off before he reclined his seat.
“Take your panties off and come over here.”
“I thought you sai—” I started while still pulling at my underwear. Yeah I had questions, just not enough to halt progress.
“I know, fucking car ain’t been cleaned in weeks.” He was impatient. “Come over here, baby.” He unzipped his jeans and it was like his dick had its own sound effect. That shit was loud andheroic, waiting on me to get over to him. My mouth watered at the sight.
“Wait.”
“What the fuck you mean wait? My shi?—”
I leaned over, using my hands at first to massage the hardness, loving the feel of his thick, steeled dick in my hands. Then I maneuvered, hovering my head over him and kissing it.
“Don’t pla—” he started but swallowed the rest of his words when my lips met my hand halfway down. I gathered enough slob in my mouth, lips meeting my hands a few times.
“Fuck.” His hands went to my hair, trying to control my motions, but he had no control.
I sucked and slobbed, sure to take in as much of him as I could. The grunts and moans escaping his lips sent vibrations through my body. It was like he was egging me to go on, controlling my body in a different way.
“Fuck, finish that shit off for me. Shit. Shit. Shit,” he groaned, me feeling the nut building with every intention of swallowing him like a fucking milkshake. Massaging his balls while continuously swallowing at his dick, I urged the nut from his body like a vacuum in a corner. Then, when he came harder than he had ever before, I cleaned up the site, making sure every drop was gone.
“Yo, what the fuck?” He was out of breath, drained, and the world was probably spinning. When I lifted my head, the sight before me brought a smile to my face. He was laid out, but I wasn’t done yet.
My hands went to his sensitive shaft and stroked him back to life, firmly gripping him and rubbing back and forth.
“Yo, get the fuck up here,” he grunted, guttural and heavy after he finally regained his composure.
I did exactly what he requested, crawling into his lap and finding my comfort. His hand at my backside, forcing me down,made me crane my neck upward. His face was in my neck seconds later as he pushed into me from the bottom. It felt like he was digging out my insides, but in the most passionate needed way.
“Babyyy,” I whined, holding onto the word like it belonged to me. I rocked against him, feeling the contact between us sending pulsing static electricity through my body. He charged me, from his hands to the way he beat into my center like he was looking for something lost. I could feel him everywhere even though it wasn’t humanly possible.
“You feel that, Cay? You feel how much I love you?” he muttered into my neck.
My mouth was agape, but no matter how much I wanted to respond, I couldn’t. I was a passenger with the pleasure of feeling everything he was giving. Sex was never just sex with Rennix, not even the first time. He made love to me and probably didn’t even know it at first, then again maybe he did. He seemed to know everything else. His sex was exhilarating yet affirming. It was earth shattering yet grounding. Everything I could say would contradict itself because him and where we were mentally was transformative.
