Page 22 of Soft On Her
“What did you cook? It smells so good.” She bubbled, pulling the covers back to expose the panties and crop top she was wearing. “I don’t even care what it is. Let me brush my teeth so I can eat.” Milani climbed across my lap, and I slapped her ass midway. She turned to face me and leaned in to peck my lips. “Can you grab me some joggers or leggings? It’s cold in here.”
“I got you.” Standing from my spot on the bed, I sauntered into the closet. Noting that I would have to clear some of the clothes I rarely wore to give Milani space.
I pulled out a pair of joggers that were loose on me because Milani was a little thicker than me. Entering the bathroom, I passed Milani the joggers and slid onto the double sink. She pulled on the joggers while gargling the mouthwash. Her hair was finger combed into a fresh bun, and her bright eyes told me she desperately needed all the sleep she got.
“How are you feeling?” I questioned once she rinsed her mouth out.
“Better than I have felt in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I took a nap or slept through the night,” Milani expressed, capping her toothbrush and placing it in the blackholder. “Exhaustion, an earth shattering orgasm, and your presence had me sleeping like Princess Aurora twice in a row.” She maneuvered between my legs, and I placed my hands on her hips. Milani leaned down to kiss me again, her hands pulling at the waistband of my joggers.
“You helped regulate my nervous system. I didn’t realize I was moving on autopilot.”
“Slow down, Milani. We have to eat first,” I pulled her hands back up.
Milani poked that juicy bottom lip out, and I leaned down to suck it into my mouth. Her teeth gently dug into my top lip, and my hands moved down to Milani’s ass so I could push her back. Slipping off the counter, I slapped both her ass cheeks then broke the kiss. As wet as Milani already had me, it was a fight to stand strong because I wanted her to eat before the food got cold.
We descended the stairs and Milani led the way. The open floor plan made it so you were able to view the kitchen, living room, and dining room once you reached the last few steps. The rectangular dining room table was no longer bare, and Milani spun around with the biggest grin on her face.
“Sneaux! You still have my gift, too?”
“It’s not the same exact gift box because of blood, ya know. But I had it remade a few weeks later. I always had hope that my father’s people would find you,” I explained.
“What is it?” She bubbled, bouncing into the dining room.
Milani lifted the box that was wrapped in the same blush pink flamingo wrapping paper and claimed a seat at the table. I sat next to her, our backs against the wall, allowing us to peer out of the sliding glass door that led to my backyard. Milani looked at me with stars in her eyes then leaned in to peck my lips.
“Open it,” I coaxed.
Milani looked away and pulled the fuchsia ribbon off then lifted the cardboard top. Her facial expression displayedconfusion as she lifted the flamingo keychain until she realized there was a pink envelope attached to the flamingo’s foot. She opened the envelope and pulled out the contents.
Two first class tickets to Aruba, plus an itinerary that included a four day stay at the Renaissance hotel with access to Flamingo Beach. She always said she wanted to go, and I planned to make that happen, plus more. The look on her face didn’t say the gift was living up to her expectations, and my adrenaline started pumping.
“I still owe you that trip and everything else I had planned for our vacation. I know you’re probably not up for it now. But when you are ready, we are taking that trip. Or have you already been to Flamingo Beach? Do you still even like flamingos? Would you prefer a different destination?” I quizzed, panicked because I hadn’t thought about those things until now.
“Sneaux, relax.” Milani grabbed my hand and pulled her chair closer to mine. “This is perfect. It’s so sweet and thoughtful. Thank you,” she teared up. “I was just thinking about all the time we spent apart. All the memories we should’ve already created by now. I’m with my favorite person. About to eat my favorite food. As soon as you can book the flights, we are going to be on the island feeding the flamingos. I still love them. I’m so excited to make memories with you.”
“Whew… you had me nervous about my little sentimental trip.”
“No, I love it. Sneaux, I’ll jump on a rocket to the moon as long as I’m with you.”
Milani’s words stole my heart and had me breathing deeply as she straddled my lap. Her words were already an aphrodisiac, and now, with her in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me, I couldn’t put up a fight. I cupped her back and lifted us so I could place her on the table.
“You can’t always be in charge. When I just tried to feel your pussy upstairs, I was rejected,” Milani broke the kiss, cupping the sides of my face while she talked shit.
I stared down at her, my hands slipping beneath her joggers and panties. I ignored the sound of her annoyed voice, slipping two fingers inside of her. Her warm juices drenched my fingers and slid down my palm. Milani moaned, spreading her legs and pulling me back down to kiss her. My tongue explored Milani’s mouth, and her hands slipped inside my crop top to caress my breasts.
“SNEAUX LILITH BLACK!” My father’s roar had me sucking my teeth and pulling my fingers out of Milani.
“Aye, you can’t just be barging in here no more!” I scolded him, pulling myself off Milani once her joggers were back in place. Wiping my drenched fingers across the back of my shirt, I regretted living on the estate for the first time in my life.
“Sneaux, fuck that shit you talkin’. Send the young lady home in an Uber. She can wait at the gate. We have to talk now! Why are you bringing women in here any…”
Milani sat up on the table, and my father ceased his words when he recognized who was in my house. His thick eyebrows raised in confusion, then a smile spread across his face.
“Milani,” he marveled slowly and disbelievingly. “I thought you were dead when my people couldn’t find any traces of you after a year.”
“Hello, Mr. Luis. I’m very much alive,” Milani nervously waved.
My father took a step forward, then bewilderment suddenly washed off his face, and he pointed both of his pointer fingers between me and Milani.
