Give Me Something I Can Feel

by B. Love

  We’d cleared the snacks off the bed by now and were just… talking. Charlie was sitting at the top of the bed and I was laying across the middle. I wanted to get to know her better. I wanted to know everything about her. What made her happy. What pissed her off. What turned her on.

  I wanted to be able to control her emotions at all times. I wanted her to want me just as much as I wanted her. I wanted us to be so connected and in tune with each other that another man complimenting her and trying to snatch her from me would be an insult to her.

  She’d just finished telling me about her goals. How she wanted to get a storefront for her business and link up with a few baby supplies wholesalers to stock her store. She wanted to up her clientele from 10 clients per season as she called it to 20. How she wanted to hire an assistant, preferably somebody named Brea, so she would be able to enjoy the fruits of her labor more.

  Then she asked me what my goals were. I hadn’t shared them with anyone before, so it was a little awkward for me to start, but when I did it was natural.

  “I want to start some kind of program for kids. Where basketball and business are connected. Something that they can do from the start of high school to graduation that will guarantee them an academic scholarship if they complete the program. I also want to go into…”

  Charlie smiled widely as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She placed her chin on top of her knees and stared at me with such interest and attention that I just… completely lost my train of thought.

  “What’s wrong, Knight?”

  Her smile fell and I shook my head as I relaxed my face and tried to pull myself out of her spell.

  “Nothing. I just… you looking at me like that… listening to me… made me forget everything I had to say.”

  Her smile returned as she crawled over to me, making my dick grow with each inch of space that she removed from us. Charlie made herself comfortable on my lap. Running her hand down the back of my head as she stared into my eyes.

  “You never had a woman listen to you before?”

  “I guess not. Not in a way that made me feel like they were actually interested or genuinely cared about what I had to say.”

  She kissed my lips softly. And slow. Giving them enough time to linger there and leave how she felt behind.

  “Well I am interested. I do care. I am listening. So continue.”

  I couldn’t right away. I kissed her chin and her lips through her smile. Then the side of her mouth.

  “What was I saying, beauty?”

  “Scholarship program. You also want to go into?”

  “Right. Right. Coaching.”

  “On what level?”

  “Definitely not the NBA. Not anymore. Before Harlem got pregnant…” and before I met her… “I wanted to coach in the NBA, but it just takes up too much time. I would never be home. Even during the off season I’d have to be with the team helping them train. I’d have to be on the road scouting new players. The only reason I’m completely free now is with announcing I only have to be with them for the off season games, and those won’t be happening for a little while.

  I’m not sure how things are going to turn out with her and Page…”

  “Tage, Knight.”

  “With him, and I just wanna be here for her. With that being said, college or grade school would be cool. High school might be perfect. Especially if I get my program up and running. Maybe put something together with mid-south high schools and colleges where the players can take a couple of business courses while in high school that will count as credits when they start college. Keep them from being in the position I was in when I was in school.”

  “And what position was that?”

  “Having to choose between staying in school and finishing my degree or dropping out and living my dream.”

  “You regret the choice you made?”

  “Not because I missed out on my degree. I have more than enough money and it’s working for me because I know how to invest and flip it. But I do regret it because had I stayed in school I would’ve been home and graduated like my mom wanted me to.”

  I didn’t want to go into that depressing shit, so I cut her off the second her eyes saddened.

  “I don’t want to go there, Charlie. Not right now. I feel too good with you right now to go there.”

  She nodded and rested her forehead on mine.

  “Do you think she would’ve liked me?”

  Her hands went from the back of my head to my cheeks. I pulled her closer and rubbed her pussy against my dick in the process. The feel of her wetness and heat had me losing my train of thought again.

  “Knight…”

  “Yea, babe?”

  “I said do you think she would’ve liked me?”

  “She would’ve loved you, Charlie,” we sat in silence for a while before I asked her, “If you had the time and money to do anything in this world what would it be?”

  “Travel. A lot,” she smiled and went off into her own little world. “I want to be able to travel a minimum of once a month every month by next year. The goal is to eventually have a team working for me so I won’t have to work unless I want to. Then all of my time will be freed up to explore other sides of life. Like traveling and…” her eyes returned to mine. “I wanna get married and have curly haired babies. Do you wanna get married, Knight?”

  “In general or to you?”

  Her head lowered as she tried to hide her smile.

  “In general.”

  “Don’t be a punk, Charlie.”

  “Knight!”

  She tried to remove herself from my lap, but I held on to her waist.

  “You don’t give a damn if I want to be married in general. Your only concern is if I want to be married to you. Right?”

  And she had every right to want to know that. I didn’t believe in wasting a woman’s time. Leading her on and making her believe she had more of a chance with me than she actually did. It wasn’t until now that I realized Charlie and I didn’t even have a title between us.

  I guess when you know how you really feel about someone and what you want to give them and get from them… none of that other shit really matters. Still, as a woman she needed to actually hear me say how I felt. What I planned on showing her through my actions.

  Her eyes returned to mine along with that smile that I swear I couldn’t get enough of.

  “Right.”

  “I do. I wanna marry you,” her chest inflated as she took in a deep breath. “Haven’t given it much thought, but I’ve known for quite some time that this whole you walking out of my life after Hayden is born thing was bullshit. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep you forever, but I knew immediately that you were the kind of woman that needed to be kept. But only by me.”

  Her eyebrows wrinkled in frustration as she chewed on her cheek. I thought she was about to say she wasn’t ready to hear that yet. That she didn’t feel the same. That I was in this alone. But what she did say shattered what little guards I had left up.

  “Make me what you want, Knight. Make me what you need.”

  “Charlie… you already are.”

  She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, and I took advantage of that moment. I kissed her and held her as she melted into me. Her arms wrapped around my neck as mine went around her waist. Small, delicate fingers ran down the back of my head. Soft sighs of pleasure fell from her lips. This girl was going to be the death of me and she had no fucking clue the kind of power she had over me.

  I pulled away, only to stand and walk over to my nightstand. No matter how much I wanted to feel her walls in their most vulnerable state, I would always wear a condom. She had a plan for her life and I would not be the fuck boy that ruined it by getting her pregnant. Even if I did plan on marrying her and being there with her and our seed every step of the way.

  We were going to do this the right way. Her way. With us falling completely in love with each other. Enjoying each other selfish
ly. Getting to know each other as friends, lovers, spouses… and then as parents.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my shirt over her head. For some reason I was fascinated with her scar. The thing she was ashamed of most… I cherished most. I found it to be the most beautiful part of her. Maybe because deep down in the back of my heart or mind or both I knew she needed me to. And I wanted to give her all that she wanted and needed.

  It was either going to be ripping her panties off or pushing them to the side. Allowing her to get up and take them off wasn’t an option at this point. I couldn’t take my lap not having her there anymore.

  Charlie lifted my shirt over my head before returning her lips to mine. I opened the condom and slid it on as quickly yet carefully as I could.

  “Is it wet for me?” I asked against her lips.

  I didn’t mind foreplay. In fact, I loved foreplay. I understood the more I pleased a woman the wetter she’d be. The more she’d accept me. The more pleasurable it would be for me. But right now, I just needed to be in her. In my woman.

  “Always.”

  That alone had me close to exploding, but I would never get mine before giving her hers. I gripped her hips and lifted her enough to slide her back down onto me. She made her way down carefully. As if she was fighting it just as hard as I was. And by the time her tightness and wetness had molded against me I was cursing under my breath and keeping her still.

  Like I hadn’t had her when she first got here.

  Like I hadn’t had her twice the day before.

  Like I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I couldn’t.

  Her inexperience didn’t take away from the fact that her pussy was the best I’d ever had. Yea, I’m sure it had a lot to do with how good that shit felt. How submissive she was to my control. How wet she’d get for me. But more than that it had to do with the fact that when I was inside of her I felt whole. The act of filling her made me feel whole. Nothing or no one had ever made me feel like that before.

  Nothing or no one had ever made me feel like I belonged. Charlie made me feel like I belonged inside of her. Like I belonged to her.

  I used her hips to help her get used to riding me. Helped her find the rhythm that gave her the most pleasure. I watched her. Watched her enjoy having me inside of her. Watched her head fling back. Her lips tremble as she went up and moan as she went down.

  I watched her look down at the connection of us in disbelief. Watched her watch her cream come out of her and saturate me. Watched her circle her hips and find her spot. Her eyes found mine in surprise at how good it felt to her. I couldn’t help but smile and lay back. Give myself to her for her use totally and completely.

  She went in. Up and down. Side to side. Circling her hips. Slow and long. Fast and hard. Deep. Until her orgasm caught her by surprise. With her being on top it was far more powerful than any she’d had before. I had to sit back up and keep her from falling.

  Charlie giggled as her orgasm subsided.

  “I love the way you feel inside of me, Knight. You feel so fucking good.”

  I pulled her down to me for a kiss as I began to thrust up and into her. The added friction had her grabbing my arms and squeezing as she moaned into my mouth.

  “This is my pussy now,” I informed her as I switched positions and placed her on her back. Lifting her ass off the edge of the bed, I continued the friction of our bodies colliding from different directions. Bringing her back and forth onto my dick as I circled my hips. Her legs began to close as she switched between moaning, whimpering, and not being able to make a sound at all.

  “This is my good pussy. You’re my good thing. You belong to me, Charlie. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes!” she screamed as she came and convulsed against me. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she muttered as I placed her shaking body completely on the bed.

  Still going in and out of her until my own release hit me. I stopped moving immediately as I came, but that didn’t stop her from squeezing her walls and moving her hips against me. Making me grunt and crash down onto her as my toes curled.

  Her arms and legs wrapped around me, as they did every time we finished, and she kissed my neck and face repeatedly as I struggled to catch my breath.

  The gala was tonight and I had so much to do to get ready. I had to meet with a new client this morning before delivering a post pregnancy package to Evelyn. When I delivered it I ended up being over there for an additional hour because she wanted to talk about Adam and his infidelity. After I left her I had to go to Bundled to take pictures of practically everything in the store for one of my high risk clients. She was only five months and had been placed on bed rest already.

  Once I had all of that done I planned on heading home to meet Deja so she could start on my hair and makeup, but Knight wanted me back home… no. What am I saying? That’s not my home. That’s his home. Knight wanted me to come back to his place, so I told my bestie to meet me over there.

  After the day I told him that I’d had I was ready to just take a nap and get ready, but he called and told me that he had an appointment made for me at the spa. Who does that? Who makes you an appointment at the spa and pays for it just because you mentioned to him that you were having a crazy day? Knight Carver.

  I came home… I came to his home and received the same greeting from him that I’d gotten the day before – him meeting me for a hug and a kiss. Swear I could get used to this. We chilled for a bit before Deja came to work her magic on me.

  Now I was sitting in a chair in his living room as she rolled my hair, thinking of something special that I could do for Knight. I crossed my left leg over the right and twisted my mouth in thought. What did he like? Basketball. Going to the gym. From the bookshelf in his closet I gathered that he likes to read. Mostly historical and educational stuff that I’d never think about reading. Maybe I could get him a new book to add to his collection.

  “Beauty!” he yelled from his room.

  Deja nudged my shoulder and made this weird noise teasing me.

  “Shut up, Day,” I turned my head to the left some towards the stairs. “What?” I yelled back.

  “Is she done yet?”

  “She just started, Knight.”

  “Can you take a break? I need you to find me something to wear.”

  “You haven’t picked anything to wear?”

  He was silent. Too silent.

  “Deja!” he yelled as he completely ignored my question.

  “What?” she asked fighting back her laugh.

  “Is she coming?”

  Deja and I laughed as I stood and made my way to him. I found him in his closet scratching his head, looking from one piece of clothing to the other. I shook my head as I pushed him back gently and stepped in front of him.

  “Knight, half of this stuff is brand new with tags on it. Do you go anywhere?”

  “Not while I’m home. I go out when I’m on the road, but I buy stuff in whatever city I’m in.”

  Not finding what I wanted, I turned and looked on the opposite side of his closet. My eyes were captured immediately by red. The same red as the dress I was going to wear. I took a few steps forward and grabbed the jacket to see it up close.

  “This is gorgeous. Elegant. Classy…” it was a Sebastian Cruz Couture slim fitting red paisley jacket. It had the baddest flower designs covering the entire jacket. I ran my hand over the satin shawl collar before doing the same to the black pocket square with white trim. “And it’s the same color as my dress.”

  I handed the jacket to him and went over to his shirts.

  “You are going to look so sexy in that,” and as soon as that thought hit me I was thinking about picking something else for him to wear. Knight would already get lots of attention because of how handsome he was. The last thing I wanted to do was add to his sexiness and be irritated the entire night from women looking at him or even trying to flirt with him. I reached for it as I said, “Maybe we should pick something else.”

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bsp; He laughed as he lifted the jacket out of my reach.

  “No, girl. You want me in this, this is what I’m going to wear. Now find me a shirt and some pants. Put it on the bed when you’re done.”

  Knight smacked my ass and left me alone in the closet. I chose a black shirt that he had with white trim and buttons, black pants, and a pair of black Ferragamo loafers. Pleased with what I had, I went over to his bed. I dropped the shoes at the foot of it, then placed the pants and shirt on the bed next to the jacket. And that’s when I noticed two plane tickets on top of the jacket.

  I looked towards the opened door of the bathroom as I grabbed the tickets.

  “Knight?”

  “Yea, babe?”

  Reading over the date on the tickets, I sat on the bed and allowed a smile to cover my face.

  “Midnight tonight,” I whispered to myself. “Knight?”

  “Yea?”

  “You’re going to Vegas?”

  He came to the bathroom door and leaned against the doorframe.

  “We’re going to Vegas.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Tonight.”

  I was happy. I was surprised. I was excited. Then I was worried. What about my clients? What about if this doesn’t last forever and I get used to this spontaneous, nice, romantic man and feel lost without him?

  “What’s the matter?” he asked as he walked over to me.

  “I can’t just up and fly to Vegas tonight and stay until,” I looked at the return date. “Monday morning.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well, what about my clients?”

  “Didn’t you say you wanted to hire an assistant? This weekend would be the perfect time to see how she would do without you. If your clients needed anything from now until Monday she could handle it for you.”

  That made sense. Brea and I had been talking about her coming to work for me a lot. She already had experience packaging and making deliveries. The only thing she wouldn’t be able to do was pamper sessions and deliveries. I didn’t have any pampering sessions scheduled for this weekend, and none of my clients were due to go into labor.