“We need to move in together,” I replied, not really wanting to talk about my parents.
She giggled as she began to wash my body. “Where did that come from?”
I shrugged. “We always together.”
“Right, but we have the option of going to our own places when we don’t want to be bothered.”
Reaching beneath her, I lifted her body into my arms and pressed her into the wall of my shower. “You be getting tired of a nigga?”
“No,” she whimpered due me running the tip of my dick up and down her slit. “I-I just don’t want y-you to get tired of m-me.”
Lining up with her entrance, I slowly pushed inside of her. The both of us released moans as I stroked in and out of her at a slow pace so she could get used to me.
“You think I can get tired of this shit, baby?” I grumbled, kissing along her jawline then down her neck. “This fire ass pussy. You think I have the ability to ever not want this or you?”
“Baby,” she groaned, tossing her head back against the wall.
“I want this and I want you every day.”
“Shit,” she hissed.
Neither of us were in the position to really engage in conversation at that moment, so I just leaned in and took possession of her mouth while focusing on getting her at least two orgasms before I released myself. We would revisit that talk later.
“Okay, are you nervous?”Kaori asked as she rubbed her hands in a circular motion on her thighs. “Shit, I’m nervous.”
“Why?” I chuckled. “I done spoke to them both over the phone.”
“Yeah, but a quick hi and bye is different than a whole interrogation.”
“I don’t think it’s gon’ be that bad, babe.”
“You don’t know Isis Randall,” she groaned.
“Ay.” I reached for one of her cheeks, caressing it before kissing her lips. “You gotta stop all that worrying shit because you be worrying the shit out of my baby.”
Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes briefly and slowly released before nodding and saying, “Okay, you’re right. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I mean, they could hate me.” I shrugged, fucking with her. I knew she was already worked up so I couldn’t resist.
“Solomon!”
“Aight, I’m fucking with you. Come on.”
Climbing out of my ride, I rounded the car and helped her out. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her and nuzzling my face in her neck when she was all the way out of the car and in my arms. She smelled good as fuck and looked even better. She tried to be cheesy and dress like me. I had just bought her ass shoes that dropped today, but she made me take her ass all the way to her crib so she could change once she noticed my red and white Denim Tears set and Cherry Jordan 11s. Her ass had the same fit, only her hers was the feminine version with her belly showing and small ass fucking shorts.
“Stop, babe.” She nudged me off. “They’re probably watching out of the window. Especially my granny.”
Delivering one last kiss to her neck, I stepped back, took one of her hands into mine, and led her to the front door where she used her key to let us inside. We walked through the dining room and made our way to the kitchen where both her mother and grandmother were along with Morgan and another woman I assumed was her mom since they looked so much alike, and maybe Morgan’s dad because there was also some resemblance there.
“Ugh, about time,” Morgan said, getting up to hug Kaori then doing the same to me.
“Sorry, I lost track of time,” Kaori lied because she was well aware of the time, we were just occupied. “Hey Mama, hey Granny.”
“Hey, baby.” Her grandmother smiled. “And you must be Smoke. I’m Gladis.”
“Solomon,” I insisted as I took her outstretched hand. “Pleasure to finally officially meet you.”
Ms. Gladis smiled. “I like that so much more. And the pleasure is mine, baby.”
