“Ohmygod, bae! Dinner was soooo good,” Nivia says, smilin’.
I lean over ‘n’ kiss her lightly on the lips. “Glad you liked it.”
“Liked it? I loved it.”
I grin, feelin’ myself. I did my thing tonight. I surprised my baby wit’ dinner ‘n’ flowers ‘n’ a card.
After I picked the kids up from school, then dropped ’em off over to her moms, I went to the grocery store, then came back here ‘n’ cooked one of her favorite meals. Shrimp scampi.
I ain’t a Chef Ramsey or anything like that, but I watch mad cookin’ shows ‘n’ I know how to put it down in the kitchen.
By the time Nivia walked through the door, I had the lights turned down low, candles lit all through the crib ‘n’ a Marsha Ambrosius mixtape floatin’ through the surround-sound. And a place setting for two set at the dining room table.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You deserve it, babe.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “Uh-huh. Since when?”
“Since I heard what you said the other day.” I pull out the chair next to her ‘n’ sit, takin’ her hand ‘n’ holdin’ it in mine. “I heard you, baby. And you’re right. I need to do more around here. I’m ya man. And I should be holdin’ you down. Not the other way around.”
“Don’t say that. You’re my man. I’m supposed to hold you down. It’s just that sometimes…it’s overwhelming.”
“I know, baby.” I put her hand up to my lips ‘n’ kiss the inside of her palm. “I love you. I know I don’t tell you enough, but I love you ‘n’ I appreciate you holdin’ shit down. You go hard for ya man. Always have. And I don’t want you ever feelin’ like I’m takin’ you for granted.”
“I don’t feel like that,” she says softly.
“C’mon, Nivia. Don’t front. Yes, you do.”
“Okay, sometimes I do. But I know you love me, Levar. And I know there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me. I know what kinda man you are when you have money. You’ve always taken care of me, and the kids.”
“Shit’s been hard, babe,” I say, keepin’ shit a hunnid. “Sometimes I feel like I’m becomin’ a burden when you start comin’ at me all reckless, like I’m some charity case ‘n’ shit.”
She frowns, pullin’ her hand away. “Don’t even go there,” she says wit’ attitude. “I know you’re not even trying to say I make you feel like that?”
“C’mon, babe. I don’t wanna turn this into a fight. Let’s enjoy the rest of the night, aiight?”
“I don’t want to fight, either. And I’m sorry you feel that way.”
I lean in ‘n’ kiss her on the lips again as “With You” starts playin’.
“I promise you, babes, we’ll make it outta this storm; just don’t give up on me. That’s all I ask.”
She kisses me back. Slides her tongue in between my lips. I let my baby in. Let her tongue swirl around mine. Savor her soft lips. Feel my dick brickin’ up.
And when she pulls back, I can’t front I feel weak. I love this fuckin’ girl, yo.
I ain’t into doin’ some of the shit I’ma ’bout to get into, but if it’s gonna keep a few dollars in my pocket ‘n’ help lighten the load around here, then I’ma do what I gotta do to make it happen until I can find something better.
But, until then…I’ma go hard ‘n’ make them tax-free dollars.
Turn this dick into a business.
I stand up ‘n’ grab a bottle of her favorite wine, Sweet Bitch.
She grins. “Oh, you ain’t slick. You trying to get some pussy.”
I laugh. “Nah. I’m tryna get dessert.” I wink at her, reachin’ for a wineglass.
Nivia stares at me as I pour wine for her ‘n’ pass her the glass. “So are you going to tell me where you got the money to do all this?”
She eyes me as I take the bottle to the head, takin’ a swig ‘n’ wipin’ my mouth wit’ the back of my hand. I can tell she wants to call me out on it, but she doesn’t.
“One of my mans hit me up ‘n’ asked me to help this white cat he knows move. So I went out ‘n’ got that bread.”
“Oh, okay. How much you make?”
“Three fiddy,” I say coolly. In less than two hours, that is. After I shitted on dude this mornin’, I went to my next appointment ‘n’ fucked the drawz off this older white broad. She was like fifty-five ‘n’ bored outta her head wit’ hubby, lookin’ for some excitement ‘n’ some hard, black dick.
I strapped up ‘n’ busted that old-ass pussy down. She started breathin’ all heavy, shakin’ ‘n’ clutchin’ her chest ‘n’ shit. For a second, I thought I had fucked a heart attack outta her ass.
I ain’t gonna front. That shit kinda had me shook.
But I walked outta there wit’ two crisp Ben Frankies.
Nivia sips her wine. “That’s great.”
“No doubt.” I set the bottle on the table. “I paid the cable bill, too.”
“Ooh, look at my baby daddy. Go ’head, boy. You definitely getting some tonight.”
I start laughin’. “Yo, you shot out.”
“Lose Myself” starts playin’.
Nivia raises a hand in the air ‘n’ starts snappin’ her fingers to the beat. “Ooh, this is my shit.” She closes her eyes ‘n’ starts singin’ ‘n’ swayin’. “Yasss Gawd. Sang Marsha, sang! I had to lose myself…”
I grab her by the hands ‘n’ pull her into my arms, grindin’ up into her. I lean in ‘n’ whisper in her ear, “I wanna eat ya fat pussy real good. Lick you nice ‘n’ slow, then slowly kiss ya clit wit’ my warm wet lips…”
She moans grindin’ her pussy into my thigh.
“I wanna lick them sweet pussy lips ‘n’ kiss your inner thighs, then slide my tongue inside you, baby…I wanna taste you. Lick that wet pussy in ‘n’ out, suckin’ on ya clit while ticklin’ that shit wit’ my tongue…”
Nivia moans again.
“I wanna make you come so good you start beggin’ me to stop…”
“Oh, Levar,” Nivia murmurs as I slide my lips back ‘n’ forth over hers. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
I smirk. “I know I do, boo.”
She looks up at me. “You’re all I ever need, baby. I’m so lucky to have you in my world.”
“Nah, baby,” I say, kissin’ her. “I’m the lucky one. I’m all yours, baby…”