Page 60 of Certified To Handle You 2

She made it a few feet before she slowed down.

Rose petals went from the entryway through the house, and big arrangements of roses was placed throughout the livin’ room. I had told the flower people I wanted the shit nice without makin’ the whole house look like Valentine’s Day threw the fuck up in it, and they did exactly what I paid them to do.

‘Nelle looked around before turnin’ toward me. “You did this?”

“Yeah,” I answered as I walked up behind her and put my hand around her waist. “Come here.”

I kissed her cheek before grabbin’ her hand and takin’ her toward the back of the house. I had already looked up flower companies in Greystone before I left Trill-Land, so once I got out here, all I had to do was make the call and tell them what I wanted. They came yesterday and got the whole shit together while I was still tryna wear ‘Nelle stubborn ass down.

When I opened the back doors and walked her outside, she stopped again.

The backyard had so much open space that the setup ain’t look crowded even with everything I had them put out here.

The flower wall was further out under the covered patio, packed with roses and big ass letters across the middle that said I LOVE YOU. They had candles around it with more flowers along the bottom, and the lights around the patio had everything lit up without bein’ too bright. Right in front of it was a big hangin’ daybed that came with the house, covered with pillows and wide enough for me and ‘Nelle to lay our asses on it together.

She turned around and looked at me. “When the hell you do all this, Renza?”

“Yesterday,” I told her as I stepped closer. “I’m glad it ain’t rain either. I would’ve been mad as fuck if I paid all that money and came outside to some dead ass roses.”

‘Nelle laughed and shook her head. “You stupid.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. “You like it though?”

“Yeah,” she said, lookin’ back at everything. “I love it.”

I kissed her before she could turn back around, and her hand came up against the side of my neck as I pulled her closer. Istayed on her lips for a minute, kissin’ her slow before I pulled back and rubbed my hand across her waist.

“Come shower with me,” I told her.

“I ain’t got no clothes over here,” she reminded me.

“What the fuck you need clothes on for?”

The look she gave me made me laugh, but she took my hand when I reached for hers, and I led her back inside.

The bedroom had more flowers in it, but I had ‘em keep that shit simple.

There was an arrangement on the dresser, rose petals across the bed and candles I planned on lightin’ later.

‘Nelle looked around while I took her in the bathroom and turned the shower on, then I started lightin’ the candles I had bought while I was out here. By the time I lit the last one, she was leaned against the counter watchin’ me with her arms folded under her titties.

I walked over and stood between her legs. “What you lookin’ at?”

“Nothin’,” she answered, but she was smilin’ when she said it.

“Mmhmm.”

I reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head before tossin’ it aside. My hands went around her back next, and I unclasped her bra without fightin’ with that muthafucka. Soon as it came off, them big ass titties dropped out, and I looked at ‘em before slidin’ both hands around her waist.

“I missed yo’ thick ass,” I told her while runnin’ my hands down her sides.

I kissed her lips and moved my hands down to her shorts, helpin’ her out of ‘em before she stepped free. I took my own shit off next, and I caught her eyes movin’ down my body before she turned toward the shower. She ain’t act shy about lookin’ at my dick, and I ain’t expect her to. ‘Nelle knew exactly what I had, and I knew exactly what happened to her when she wanted it.

I grabbed her hand and took her into the shower with me.

When the water was right, I put soap on a washcloth and started washin’ her. I washed under her titties, across her stomach and down her sides while my other hand stayed on her hip. Every now and then I kissed her shoulder or the side of her neck, and when I got down to her thighs, I bent enough to wash them too.

Sha’Nelle’s fingers slid into my hair when I kissed her stomach before standin’ back up.