Page 46 of Chrome

“Drop me off at the crib, Fade. I’m cool on you right now. A nigga got some shit to think about.”

I was taking him home, just not to the house in Myers Park. He’d yet to make his official appearance in my home and today was the day. I wanted to be near him and dropping him off would ruin that for me. From being so fuckin’ distraught in the clinic to the station, I just wanted to lay in his arms and get the reassurance I’d been needing.

The car was started, and I pulled out the lot heading in the direction of Dean Creek. He could stay and cuddle me for a little. It was what I craved. After all, I was pregnant for him and the one thing that could settle me was him. I wasn’t letting him go tonight.

He said nothing as he allowed me to drive all the way home. He may have offered a light chuckle when he put two and two together but that was the most that came from him the entire ride. It was quiet and quite nerve wrecking. I didn’t know where his head was or if he’d simply leave me in an Uber. I was taking a risk and hoping it ended up good for me.

Pulling into my driveway, I parked in the garage and stepped out. I walked inside leaving the door open as an invitation. His visit here took too long. I was always going to him but now he was in my comfort zone. I could give him more of me naturally.

I made my way upstairs and checked on Mel. She had her curtains pulled blocking out the sun and her head was underneath the covers. She was napping and I was happy I didn’t have to answer to her just yet. I closed her door andheaded back downstairs. Chrome stood in the kitchen with a bottle of tequila to his lips.

“Why the fuck am I here, Fade?”

The nervousness was being overpowered by comfortability. I felt like I could confidently tell him what I needed now that he was on my turf. I felt like if I made my demands here, he would honor them without question.

“I need you here, Chrasmere.”

“Tuh!You don’t even want a nigga so needing me is crazy.” The bottle was to his lips once more as he stared me down. He had this aura that could make any woman fold. Just admiring him drove me crazy and now it was on me to convince him how much he was needed.

Sauntering over to him, I grabbed onto the sides of his shirt and pressed my body into his. We locked eyes and I put my feelings on the table. “I need you to make love to me because my soul misses you. I need you to hold me so my body can rest. I need you to love me so my heart can heal. I need you to replace my fear with contentment so I can be happy again. I need you here, Chrasmere.”

By the time I was done, tears had fallen. I was a big girl and could handle myself accordingly, but this nigga made me vulnerable and exposed every time he was around. I couldn’t think properly or stand on any decisions I’d made. It was Chrasmere who had me so fucked up that I couldn’t function without him. This was the results of letting him in my life. This was the result of falling in love with a young ass nigga.

He placed the bottle on the counter and stared at me with a blank expression. I couldn’t tell if he believed anything I said or if he was searching for a lie. His hands cuffed my face and his thumbs swiped away my tears. Still so gentle and caring. He deserved better than what I was giving him.

“You’re supposed to be the mature one in this shit, yet all I got from you is a big ass emotional baby. But a nigga love you though.”

With his lips resting on mine, we shared a kiss so soft I barely felt it. They got firmer and more passionate the longer we stayed connected. I missed him and all the catering he did to my love language. I was big on physical touch, and he touched me in ways no other man could. I was his and he handled me like I was.

His hands roamed my body but settled on his favorite part of me. My ass was gripped repeatedly shooting a signal to my pussy instantly. I was purring and ready to accept this man right here right now. All he had to do was ask me to cum for him and I could honor his request within seconds.

“Where Mel?” he inquired not loosening his grip in the slightest.

“Upstairs, sleeping.”

“Good, take this shit off and let a nigga do something to that pussy,” he commanded.

Like the horny bitch I was, I stripped down to my birthday suit with him following behind me. I was picked up and sat on the island. Chrasmere had a tongue much like his dick. You could ride that shit all damn day long and still beg for more. It was a feeling you would die for.

I was pushed back gently as my legs were draped over his shoulders. My body was so anxious to feel him, I could feel my juices seeping out my box and he had yet to acknowledge her. He made it so easy to drip for him.

“She must know Daddy here to eat her pretty ass off the bone,” he uttered eyeing my pussy like a full course meal. “What you need me to do baby?”

“Kiss it better,” I whispered as he blew on my clit. My eyes shut as soon as his warm tongue glossed my folds. The feeling of him never disappointed.

His flesh was in mine, and I loved every fuckin’ second of it. My back was arched with a handful of his locs as he munched on phat ma. I could feel my body coming to a place of peace whenever his lips wrapped around my pearl. His low moans helped carry me along the way. I loved to hear how satisfying I was to his appetite.

“Sweet ass pussy,” he groaned sopping me up like a fuckin’ honey biscuit.

I couldn’t stop subtly cummin’. It was like he turned my faucet on and all the cream a bitch had built up in me was seeping out at a slow leak. Losing him meant I lost this. The privilege to ride this nigga tongue so freely.

Two fingers were inserted in my canal and immediately began to massage my walls. “Oouuu,” I cried out. He was taking his time and that created a high I couldn’t explain.

My g-spot was assaulted but in the politest way. He was treating my body like a fragile antique, but I wouldn’t be mad if he broke me down because he knew exactly how to put me back together again. His hand eased up my stomach and cuffed my breast. It would always be the way my body exuded a euphoric redolence while submitting to Chrasmere for me.

“Babyyyy, fuck me please,” I begged. All I wanted was to cum on his dick again and again. The head was amazing, but I was yearning for us to become one.

“I’m not done eating, Mama,” he spoke lowly against my folds.

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