“I can see why you made the comment about my showerhead,” I begin as I let the water rain on me. “Yours is definitely better.”
Savior chuckles behind me as he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. He kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear. I already had earth-shattering, milly-rocking sex with him and yet, I want some more. “When I’m right, I’m right.”
We never made it to the bedroom. Savior took me down on the living floor and showed me how flexible I was. He held up one leg to my ear as he pounded into me. I screamed and cried out his name as I clawed at his skin, tasting the sweat that dropped from his brow on my lips.
When I opened my eyes, Savior stared at me with such intensity, I visibly shivered. He once again branded me as his. His gaze was hot, and his brown eyes pierced into my soul with each thrust and dirty command he gave me. I just know I’m going to have killer rug burn tomorrow.
I came with a loud cry and Savior followed a short time later, collapsing on top of me. He kissed me deeply, licking the inside of my mouth, and he whispered the most incredible thing to me:
“I know it’s too soon for you to say it and I respect that, but I want to let you know I love you, Keisha.” He murmurs to me. “Whenever you’re ready to say it, I’ll welcome it.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t say it back to him, nor did he expect it. So, like a wimp, I said the next plausible thing on my mind.
“Let’s go shower. I would love to try your showerhead.”
How To Ruin An Incredibly Romantic Moment 101 by Keisha Jones, ladies and gentlemen.
I have never said I love you to any man other than those related to me. I know the power in those words. If I say I love you, I mean so much with that. I can’t just say I love you and then we break up a week later and it’ll be like, ‘Boy, bye!’
I just…I don’t know…it’s so hard for me to say those words. Honestly, I’m not sure if I truly feel the same. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is just lust mixed in with infatuation. If I’m willing to leave Savior to go to a four-year university in a few months, do I really love him?
Love doesn’t leave nor does it run. It stays and fights.
I turn around and wrap my arms around Savior’s neck as he holds my waist. “What else is on the menu this weekend?”
“Well, the gala is the big thing.” Just from his voice, I can tell it’s something he’s not looking forward to but it does out of familial obligation. “After that, we’ll just take it easy and see what happens.”
“It’s Christmas time,” I mention, “you have no décor or a tree. You need both.”
Savior nods. His home is marvelous to say the least. It is definitely worth every penny of the million and so dollars he’s put in it, aside from the expensive price tag he purchased it. “I can do that. Where do you suggest we go?”
“Target.” His eyebrows rise. “Or is Geary’s more your speed?”
“I can do Target.” He turns off the shower and hands me a towel. “I’ve never decorated here before it’ll be different.”
“You’ve never decorated here?” I don’t know why the news surprises me. Savior doesn’t seem like he spends a lot of time in his own home. “Not one holiday?”
“I’ve always spent it with my brothers or parents. Never had to.” He dries himself off. “I was always gone around Christmas time.”
“Oh?” I shouldn’t ask but I’m curious. “Where to?”
“Big Bear.” He wraps the towel around his waist and wipes down my back. “Just go skiing for a few days and come back refreshed.”
I can definitely see Savior looking all cozy and sexy by the fireplace as he sips hot cocoa with marshmallows. I can also see him with a blonde bimbo servicing him as he does just that.
I blink the nasty thought out of my head. We haven’t talked Christmas plans because I’m not sure if that’s a conversation I should bring up or maybe he should. What’s the protocol of dating a rich guy who’s never decorated his home?
“That sounds like fun.” I pause for a moment. “I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“I hope so, too.” He brushes his hair. “Because you’ll be with me.”
My heartbeat rises to an ear-splitting loudness. I’ve been around snow. It’s just not something a girl from the ‘hood does. Every advertisement for resorts never have a brotha or a sista in them and everyone knows what that means without actually saying it.
I don’t even own a snow suit. Why would I? It’s not like I ever left Inglewood. Every place I’ve traveled to was definitely inland and not near any snow. “Oh?”
“You said 90 days, Keisha.” Savior sets the brush down and turns to me. His eyes are clear and serious. “I plan to use all those 90 days to my advantage.”
“What do you plan to do?” My stomach cinches with an unexplained nervousness.
“Show you what you want in life and how you shouldn’t be afraid to go after it.” His eyes glitter with a bit of mischief and sensuality. “That where you come from shouldn’t make a difference on how you end up.”
“I probably won’t easily fit in some of those places you’re talking about.” I warn him. “It’s okay that I know my lane and I want to stay in it.”
“It’s also okay to draw outside of the lines sometimes,” Savior’s voice purred with lust and affection.
I swallow my emotions. Twice. “You want me on those slopes, huh?”
Savior picks me up and carries me to bed. “I want you however I can take you.”
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“I didn’t know Target stays open all night,” Savior rides the shopping cart down the aisle as I push him.
“Only during the holiday hours. People want to shop when they won’t be disturbed and the lines aren’t too long.” I explain like the Target expert I am. I’m also a Wal-Mart expert but I tend to stay away from that store if I can help it. The combination of white trash and ghetto folks is too ratchet for my taste and this is coming from someone who’s from the ‘hood.
“Lead the way, gorgeous.” Savior orders and we immediately go to the Christmas section. Aisles upon aisles of everything Christmas and a sista is at ease. I immediately begin picking up random items. Some of it would look great in Savior’s home and some of will make absolutely no sense but that’s the point of it. Christmas is the time to be nonsensical.
I grabbed a ton of baubles along with some garland that could be twisted around the staircase. I saw funky ornaments such as a wine glass, golf clubs, and even a scooter. Savior loathes golf, is not much of a wine drinker despite having a refrigerator just for it (he says it’s for his guests), and a scooter is the last thing on Earth he would drive.
Of course, they had absolutely nothing to do with Savior so I had to grab them.
We stopped by the candy section, grabbed all of the candy canes and Christmas candy I know health-nut Savior will not eat. And finally, there are at least fifteen gaudy-looking Christmas decorations in the form of snowmen, Santa Clauses of all shapes, colors, and sizes, and all the awful-looking wreaths Savior and his AMEX black card can handle.
Finally, we choose Elf on the Shelf. I had to explain to Savior what it is because again, he doesn’t really do Christmas at his home. I also picked up Home Alone, Elf, and other silly Christmas movies.
I’ll show that boy how to do Christmas one way or the other.
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"Well…” I stand back and fold my arms across my chest. “…what do you think?”
Savior stands with me as he looks at all of the Christmas décor. Gaudy yet classy at the same time. Every room is filled with something Christmas and that’s only the first floor. Just wait until I get started on the second floor and all of those damn bedrooms. “I’m impressed.” He gives a warm smile. “It feels like Christmas.”
“See?” I grin and wink at him. “There’s nothing wrong with celebrating Christmas here.”
“I never had a reason to.” He explains. “I’m a single man. I don’t do the whole Christmas thing if I don’t have to.”
I would argue with Savior but he has a point. I don’t know too many single men who go all out for Christmas. Hell, my daddy never did the extreme when it came to decorating. It was always me and Ashley who helped turn his house into a home.
The thoughts of little Keishas and little Saviors appear and I shake my head to relieve them. I’m still getting an iffy feeling about what’s going between us but I’m willing to put it all aside for now. “How about some hot cocoa?” I wrap my arms around his waist.
“That sounds perfect.”
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It’s three o’clock Saturday afternoon and the clock is rapidly ticking away.
Tonight’s the big gala.
Tonight is me and Savior’s debut as an official couple.
I called up my old girlfriend, Dominique Kimbrough (now she’s a Ferguson because she married up and got the hell out of Baldwin Hills as soon as she could), and she let me borrow her glam squad for the night to get ready.
When I went shopping with Savior the other day, he picked out a black sleeveless cocktail dress with matching Gucci heels. I don’t wear heels often and I told Savior unless he was comfortable I was going to fall on my ass and show everyone why he really likes me, we need to invest into some Dr. Scholl’s. He agreed.
He then purchased the largest diamond stud earrings that I’m too embarrassed to note the price tag, but trust, it was around five figures. I’m not ashamed to admit how much I’m in love with the earrings.
We stopped by La Perla for underwear to wear with the gown, and Savior encouraged me to pick up some extra stuff to keep at his home. I felt a little silly picking up three-hundred dollar draws that he might end up tearing off, but hey, it was his money and who am I to argue when a man wants to blow his money on me?
Now it’s the day of the gala and my nerves have been sky high all morning. I haven’t been to a gala in ages so I’m beyond nervous. I’ll be mingling with other doctors, lawyers, and executives. I’ll be making conversation about what’s going in and not talk about the Migos’ newest album I just downloaded.
I’m going to get a taste of the life I’ve always wanted.
It’s not that I’m scared of success but I don’t ever want to be so high up the food chain, I forget where I’ve come from. I’ve seen it happen firsthand when someone moves out of the ‘hood and they never come back to visit. I’ve heard stories of it with celebrities and athletes who don’t even bother to give back to the community that built them up.
Ashley is one of the most respected accountants in Los Angeles, yet she always gives back to the community. She makes it a point to buy from black-owned businesses, and she supports black fashion designers whenever she can. She’s the true example of making it out of the ‘hood, but never forgetting about it.
Andrea, however, is a completely different story. She constantly boasts about the designer labels and expensive cars she owns. She’ll post about a news story involving police brutality here and there, and she might even participate in a march. But don’t think for a moment, she’s going to open her wallet and offer to send black men to college. Don’t think you’re going to catch her at a mom and pop’s restaurant and brag about them, increasing their profile and potential business.
She’s a perfect example of us and them.
I can’t worry about any of that now. I have a few hours to get ready and make my debut as Savior’s girlfriend in front of a potential international audience. I just hope I walk straight and there’s no food in my teeth.
And whatever I do, I hope I do not embarrass myself.
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Leaving the bedroom, I walk into the living room and see Savior glance out of the large windows facing the indigo pool. I noticed his face in the reflection and he was in a contemplative state, with a small smile forming on his lips. My heart stilled as I see Savior in a tuxedo, looking like a delicious snack.
Savior pivots his feet and stares at me. He swallows and blows out a small breath. His eyes drink me in from my painted pink toes to my equally painted lips. He touches his chest as his eyes burn into me. There’s a sexiness undercurrent with Savior, and he doesn’t bother to hide it.
“I never wonder why I call you gorgeous,” he walks up to me and looks into my eyes. His hands cup my face and I feel the familiar yearning between my thighs. “Because you embody it every second.”
I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and grasp his wrists. Savior is just so gorgeous and I feel like Cinderella at the ball. “Savior…”
“Shh…” He kisses my head. “…you’ll be the best looking woman tonight, I’m sure of it. Shall we?”
I interlock arms with him and we make our way to the awaiting Rolls Royce. I slip inside and Savior follows behind me. Once we’re inside, the sensuality flows between us like a soft current as I felt the energy of the man beside me.
I breathe in his cologne and the feelings of arousal wash over me. My body is always on whenever I’m around Savior. I become so aware of what’s going on between us in the now, with thoughts of the future floating in the background.
“Gorgeous…” His voice is husky and full of want. He curls my fingers around his and pulls me closer to him. He kisses my neck, devouring it with his lips and tongue as his hands wander all over my dress.
Soft moans escape my mouth as my thighs part to allow entrance of his fingers. He brushes a finger against my wet slit and plays with the budding clit that poked out between the cleft.
“Your cunt is so greedy for me,” he moans as he continues to suck on my neck, “what should I do about that greedy pussy of yours?”
I gasp and pant. I become slick with desire and my body starts to ride Savior’s fingers. Is he really doing this on our way to the gala? What if the driver hears us? What if other people see us?
“I won’t put my cock in you because I want you to beg for it later,” he nibbles on my ear, “so my fingers are going have to suffice.”
“Oh shit,” I sob as his thumb circled my clit. He pulled back from me and I studied his face. His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes had that sultry look to them, yet he was collected and calm. He was more focused on getting me off than anything else.
My breath contracts in my chest. The coils of orgasm began to unravel and my legs shook from pleasure. My nails dug into the plush leather seats as our gazes locked on each other.
He had heated eyes and his lips…my god, his lips were curved into that sinful, delicious smile. He knew he had me where he wanted me, anytime at his bidding, and I would gratefully oblige any requests.
“I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” Savior circled my clit faster, “can you do that, baby? Can you come for me when I tell you to?”
I cried and moaned, losing all of my dignity. I was afraid of disappointing him; climaxing when he told me not yet. I was so aroused when he ordered me to wait for him. It was a clusterfuck of emotions and I didn’t know what to do first.
“Now.” Savior ordered. “Come now.”
The orgasm hit my body like an ocean wave, violently shaking me. I collapsed against the seat and cried out Savior’s name, feeling weak and helpless. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head as the orgasm coursed through my body.
My body finally stopped shuddering and I lay satiated in the backseat with Savior. He wiped his fingers with a moistened cloth and discarded it before he softly rocked me to a small sleep. Only the sounds of Shalamar and Savior’s heartbeat filled the small space.
I felt complete. I felt at home.