Please excuse ANY errors.

February 14, 1999

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

We entered the car that is now decorated with her Valentine's gifts, flowers, and balloons. It's not too much, but it's something. Almost the entire day has been about work and it's past eight o'clock at night and we haven't celebrated our first Valentine's Day together. I didn't even wake her up with flowers or anything. Tia likes gifts just as the next person, but she appreciates these types of things more.

"Oh, my God," Tia said scooting over in the seat. "This is beautiful!" Tia said looking shocked.

I sat on the opposite side, across from her and the door closed. "You like it?"

"I do," she spoke full of excitement. "I thought we were ending our night."

"Happy Valentine's Day," I picked up the large bouquet.

"These are humongous. Larger than my head," she said about to pick them up, but I pulled them away.

"Wait. Wait. Wait." I chuckled. "This is corny, but will you be my Valentine?"

"Oh, my God. I thought you'd never ask!" She threw herself over my lap, kissing all over my face, playfully.

Tickled, I grabbed the back of her head, stopping her. "Stop with the theatrics, love." I laughed so loud. "Damn."

She removed herself from my lap, fixing her dress on the seat across from me. I then handed her the flowers. "These are huge! Heavy too," Tia sat them on the seat, then sat beside me. Tia wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me with her face in my neck. "Thank you, Donald!"

I wrapped my arms around her. "You're welcome, but you didn't even open anything," I chuckled.

"Still," she smiled, pulling her face out of my neck. "Thanks."

"Damn, Tia, I'm really proud of you. You know what's crazy?" I cocked my head to the side, looking at her.

"What?" She looked up at me.

"I watched you from the beginning of your career and now you're here accomplishing so much in and outside of your professions. We met after you finished with your second film at nineteen." I picked up her trophies, inspecting them. "It's like watching a butterfly break from its cocoon or a seed sprouting into a flower. Not even just career-wise, but also as an individual. I'm astonished to see you here and to have front-row tickets to it all. I'm glad to be experiencing all the different aspects of your life with you," I told her.

"It's literally the same thing with you, I'm sorry, but I'm just not as poetic as you are," Tia chuckled. "But we're getting married. We have the rest of our lives to look forward to seeing. Thank you for your kind words and THIS," she gestured around us. "It's all beautiful."

Rolling down the partition, Apollo handed me the large cupcake I had made for Tia. Inside of the container on the plastic congratulations, because the word is too big to fit on the cupcake. I handed it to my fiancée.

"Congratulations, I knew you were going to win, BUT I did have another one for a just-in-case moment," I revealed to her, being honest.

"And we're up here eating it," Apollo told us, then I rolled it back up.

"Yeah," I chuckled nervously.

"Thanks," she smiled. "I don't want it now. I need a meal first. I'm starving." Tia reached over me, pressing the speaker. "Can you take us somewhere to eat?"

"Yeah, I got you," Redd replied, but Redd already knew to go straight to the rental.

"I know you're hungry," I said relaxing in my seat. "Your ass ain't ate a meal today. Eat a little of that cake."

"No, I don't want to ruin my appetite with that. Plus, I'm not in the mood for sweets, I want some real food."

"Ruin your appetite? What are you, four?" I asked cracking the hell up.

"I'm not going to eat that when I'm craving some real food. I actually want to cook something, but I guess I'll settle for something else tonight."

"Oh, okay," I shrugged my shoulder.

"This is just amazing," Tia poked her bottom lip out. "I'll open everything later, I'm just exhausted right now and need to relax. I genuinely love this."

"You deserve it, my love," I replied not saying it just to say it. She does deserve it because Tia does a lot for me too. It's not just that, but she's my lady and I just want to do these things. "You think this is something? Wait 'til later," I smirked.

"Something more in store, huh?" Tia asked me.

"Definitely," I replied. "For the next few days."

"Oh?" Tia asked me.

"Mhm," I nodded.

"Me too," Tia smiled.

I sat up, "what you got planned?" I asked her.

"It's not too much. Later, love," Tia smiled, pecking my lips again. Tia then kicked her shoes off, "whew! I've been waiting to get out of these things," she wiggled her toes and rotated her feet.

The cracking noises came from her ankles as she rotated them.

"Those little piglets probably were weeping, "Let me out! Let me the fuck out!"

"Babe..." Tia chuckled. "I think they were more like the money on Chuckie, "let me out you stupid witch!" Tia said laughing. "I haven't seen that movie in a while."

"Talk to me or I'll throw you in the fire!" I said laughing.

"He called her all kinds of names," Tia said laughing.

"We need to watch that shit for real!"

Tia laid her head on my shoulder, "mhm. I'm sorry," she lifted her head and tied her afro into two pigtails to the back because her hair was all in my face. "You okay?" She asked me and I nodded.

"I'm cool, especially now that you've tied your mane back," I replied and she rested her head on my shoulder again.

We had nothing more to say and just listened to the low-volume music playing. We're both exhausted. I turned the music up some and we relaxed for a while. From the auditorium, it takes about fifty minutes to an hour to get to our destination. We're a good twenty minutes in. When we were almost there, about ten minutes away, Tia opened her eyes.

"Wait, how come we didn't stop?" She softly spoke.

"He probably forgot or didn't see anything," I shrugged. "We'll figure something out."

"I'm starving," she wined. "And I don't want to go back since we seem so far from most of anything."

"We can order something when we make it to our destination," I told her.

Tia grabbed her water, drinking it. "This'll help a little. Dang, I'm just thinking that's far because when we get there, I'll have to wait longer. We're like in the middle of nowhere by the ocean. Oh, well." She sighed, then drank some more of her water.

"Malibu," I replied.

"We're staying in Malibu or just passing? How much longer will we stay in this car?" Tia asked me.

"Not much longer, so yes."

"Yes, what?"

I looked at her confused for a second, "oh, we'll be staying in Malibu for a while. I wanted to take you out of the country again, but you said otherwise. I was going to do it anyway, but I respect your wishes. You keep saying to save, which I have been."

"I did," Tia nodded, putting her water down.

"For the house, wedding, and honeymoon," I went on. "That you're not even sure we'll have. The wedding, I mean."

"Let's not talk about that right now," Tia smiled.

"The months are coming in fast and the days even faster," I replied. "We might as well."

"I know, but there's so many factors we have to consider. Who to invite? Who'll actually show up? Will there be drama if we invite certain people? If they don't show up, the same amount of money will have to be paid. When we pick our destination, ARE people able to come, or is it above their means? Will they be able to make it due to distance? And so much more," Tia told me.

"While that's true, I say fuck it. It's our day. Those who show up- they just show up, and for those who don't, don't. Simple," I replied to her.

"But it doesn't make sense to come out of pocket for those who don't show up," Tia squinted. "It doesn't make sense," she repeated.

"What doesn't make sense is inviting those who don't want to come or those who we believe won't come," I chuckled.

"There won't be much of anyone in my family that shows up or is invited and it just feels so off... I never imagined things this way," Tia played with my hair as she spoke. "You're right," Tia sighed. "We'll go about it all your way. It makes more sense."

"Don't just agree with me and leave the topic alone. Is that what you want?" I grabbed her other hand.

Tia exhaled, "that's what we'll do, Donald."

"Good," I smiled, slightly squeezing her hand. "Fuck all that other bull. How's the dress coming along?"

"It's coming," Tia snickered. "It's coming along just fine," she laid on my shoulder again, getting comfortable.

Eventually, we made it to the rental. It's a private beach house, so whatever we do, there will not be any witnesses. Our security will be on the property but in a separate portion. They aren't allowed in the back at all. They're in a guest house that comes with the house and is pretty far from the main house. We passed the guest house already and it's pretty big. It's like a small house, but a decent-sized apartment. There were three knocks on our door, and I reached over and opened the door.

Tia got out of the car and I followed behind her. "This joint is sweet," Tia told me. "It's pretty big too."

"Yeah, and secluded. Our security will be in the guest house far, but not too far away from us."

"Okay. It's going to be creepy with just the two of us staying in such a large house," Tia told me.

I leaned forward, looking at her from the top corners of my eyes with a wicked smile. "No one will hear you scream. Muhahaha!" I looked up at the sky.

"You need major help, DeGrate," Tia said laughing.

I stood up straight, stretching. "I do. I've been hangin' around your ass for so long. Let's go inside."

Redd handed me the keys and I opened the door. Creed took a taxi here to keep an eye on things. This spot is rented in my name and I don't want anything happening.

"Food!" Tia shouted, running through the house because as soon as the door was opened the door, the exquisite aroma of food went up and into our nostrils. She ran fast as hell in those tall ass heels that were hurting her feet.

"You can't be that damn hungry!" I yelled to her as she was long gone by now.

"This is a nice spot," Apollo looked around. "You sure we can't stay here with y'all?" He joked and I laughed like it was the funniest joke ever.

"Damn, you one funny guy," I pointed at him with my hand moving up and down. "Trust me when I say, you wouldn't want to be," I walked away as they brought everything inside. "Please check the rooms again!" I told them before following the scent of the food.

"Where'd y'all learn to cook?" Tia sat at the island asking questions and carefully watching them as they finished up.

"I first learned to cook as a little girl. When I grew up, I took it a step further by going to school," Blanche, one of the chefs replied to Tia. "Then I taught my family and now we have our little business making ends meet."

"No offense, but this doesn't smell like any of the food they teach in culinary school. This smells like some good ol' southern food," Tia told her.

"Between everyone in this room, it is. I'm from Alabama. I don't use much of what I was taught. That is other than presentation, services, and to expand my seasonings. The way I cook my food is mostly the way I was taught growing up." Blanche replied.

"Hello," I finally spoke.

"Donald!" Tia stood up, hugging me. "Thanks for this. I'm starving! I can hardly wait. Thanks, babe."

"Thank them. The food smells delicious," I complimented Miss Blanche.

"I'm Blanche by the way," Blanched introduced herself to Tia.

"I'm Tia," Tia responded.

"Yeah, I know," she smiled at Tia. "We were just watching the awards show on television, but we knew of you before this."

"Are you finished with any of the food? I just need a bite of something before I settle in. I'm STARVING," Tia exaggerated, then chuckled.

"Yeah," Joshay replied, grabbing a plate.

"The three of you are related?" Tia asked them.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Joshay, her daughter," she replied.

"Y'all are a beautiful family," Tia replied. "I could tell you all were related in some way. By the smell of things, y'all can cook too."

"Definitely, I'm Deana. I'm her daughter too. The oldest," Deena replied. "Getting a call from Mr. DeGrate was surprising. We're literally cooking for y'all," she said hiding her excitement.

"Darling, I'm glad that y'all are cooking for us because the food this way is horrible. West Coast food isn't very appetizing to the two of us. Mostly me though," Tia chuckled, taking a seat.

"I agree," Blanche replied. "When I first moved up to L.A., I couldn't do it. I'm still a little funny with their food, but I know where to go when I don't feel like cookin'."

"Please do tell," I chimed in. "I need to know."

"It's all in the hoods of L.A.," Deena chuckled. "You probably would need a bulletproof vest for a decent place to eat."

"Oh, don't I know it," I said laughing as they handed Tia a fork with some food on it. "We might hire y'all sometimes once we move if the food is up to par," I joked about the last part. "No food is worth my life though."

"Oh, it's up to par," Joshay replied.

"How long have y'all been in business?" Tia asked them.

"Since they were little girls," Blanche replied.

"Y'all were born into this, huh?" I asked them.

"Yeah," Deena nodded.

"This is good," Tia nodded.

My eyes landed on Tia as I studied her reaction and she was being truthful. I guess she likes it, but it could be that she's hungry and polite. She has a good poker face most time.

"Okay, if her picky self loves it, then I'm sure it's good," I spoke up. "I'll wait to devour my meal."

Tia stood up and walked to me, "show me to our bedroom. I'm going to shower and slip into something more casual date night," she whispered.

"Alright," I replied.

"It was nice meeting the three of you," Tia turned around, still smiling.

"Yeah, nice to finally meet you," I replied.

"Likewise," Mrs. Blanche replied.

"Nice to meet y'all!" Deena and Joshay replied.

Tia and I walked away, "hey, I don't know my way around here either. This is my second time here. However, I did see it online," I told my fiancée.

"That's fine," Tia replied as her heels clicked against the granite flooring.

I swooped her off her feet once we made it to the stairs. "I thought your feet were hurting."

"They still do, but not as much as they were."

"Yeah, 'cause you ran through the house with those tall ass heels on. Almost my damn height in them," I said laughing as I walked up the stairs.

"The food aroma was teasing me," Tia chuckled. "I haven't eaten all day. Not so much of a piece of candy. My blood sugar was very low."

"You good now?" I asked her.

"I'm alright," Tia nodded. "That bite helped."

"Was it better than your food?" I asked her once we made up all those damn stairs.

"I'm not going to lie," Tia paused, "no. Of course not. I love my food. My foods are cooked matching my exact taste buds."

"What do you want for your birthday?" I asked, putting it down.

"I want to go to an arcade with a racing track and golf. I think that'll be fun with you," Tia replied as we went through the rooms. "You?"

"What do I want for my birthday?" I asked for clarification and Tia nodded. "We'll be married by then and I know exactly what I want. I want to be woken up to breakfast in bed. Specifically your breakfast boats. You haven't made that in a while," I nodded. "Oh, and I want you to cook my meal naked."

"Donald?" Tia looked at me surprised, but I don't know why because this is right up my alley.

"What?"

"I'm not cooking naked, so my body could get popped with grease and whatnot. I don't mind serving it to you naked, but cooking it? There's no way."

"Okay. Yeah, then I want you to serve me breakfast in bed baked OR dinner. You make some good ribs and I would love some of those if it turns out to be dinner," I told her.

"Dang, I haven't made either in a while," Tia said in realization. "Okay."

"I want to start my day the same way I end my night," I added.

"And that is? With food?" Tia asked me and I shot her a look with raised eyebrows and a smirk. "Oh!" She said laughing. "I should've known better. I mean... We will be newlyweds, so that's VERY possible."

"That's true too," I replied. "We'll be two to three months in. We're really gettin' married. I'm not saying because of sex or anything, although, I'm looking forward to that too because this shit is hard. You don't make it any better."

"Whaaat?" Tia stopped walking, shocked with her hand on her chest, and a hand on her hip with her jaw dropped. "I don't make it any better, DeGrate?"

I side-eyed her, "THIS, of course, is the master bedroom because of the double doors. There's a movie theater too, Andrews," I said changing the subject.

"The way you bypassed that makes me seem guilty as charge," Tia replied, catching up to me.

"Yeah, get your guilty ass over here," I motioned, laughing. "Our luggage is in here too," I gestured to the wall.

"Awww," Tia cooed. "You've got the rose petals and all going. There's a Jacuzzi tub in the bedroom?" Tia asked surprised. "That's different. This is beautiful, Donald." Tia turned to me. "I love it, but I'll hop in he- or we'll hop in there later. Unzip me please?" Tia turned her back to me.

I unzipped her dress and the dress is now pooled at the foot of Tia's feet with her in the center.

"I was going to say something earlier in the bathroom, but I like that set on you. It goes with the dress too," I complimented.

"Thanks," she replied. "It was done on purpose. I had to coordinate. Let me see your set."

"Set? Ain't no set. All I got are boxers and boxer briefs."

"You got a set under them," she joked, laughing.

"Ain't you take your heels off?" I asked her.

"Not now at least. Why?"

"No reason. You're extremely tall in them too. Legs lookin' too good in those tall ass heels."

"I know. Why do you keep referring to my heels? They're like five inches, so that makes me- what? 5"11," Tia replied.

"I- I thought you were describing me for a second when you said five inches. I was gon' say you added a few inches trying to make a nigga feel better," I told her laughing.

Tia bursted out laughing. "Sometimes I question my sexuality trying to see who has the biggest clit." Tia said adding to the joke.

"You sure be playin' with that little mothafucka, so you just might be lesbian," I told her laughing. "Shit, me too. Scissor sisters."

"Talking about some me too!" Tia laughed hard, "The Scissor Sisters?" she said laughing while stepping from the middle of her pooling dress and to me. Tia stood extremely close to me, silently staring for a while. "Um, I need to get to my suitcase."

I moved over, "then say that, babe, and stop staring at me like that," I said laughing. "I'm not some mind reader."

Tia squatted, placing the suitcase flat on the floor, before digging in. "Will you be showering too?"

"Definitely," I told her taking off my blazer, then button-up shirt. "Not with you though."

"Donald, WHY would you shower with me?" Tia asked laughing.

"Couples do that type of shit all the time, Tia."

"But we aren't intimate in the way other couples are," Tia said still digging through her bag.

"True that," I agreed. "I'm going to go into another bathroom to shower."

"Okay," Tia replied, standing up directly in front of me with nothing in her hands. "Go ahead," she spoke so low it was almost a whisper.

"Why you rushin' me?"

"Russian? We're American, Donald," she chuckled.

"You know what I said."

"Because I don't want you to see what I'll be wearing," Tia replied.

I scoffed, "I'm gon' see it eventually and I was in your bag, so I know what you have in there already. I'm just waiting to see you in it."

Tia started laughing, "yeah, okay. Are those people still going to be here?"

"The chefs?" I asked her.

"Mhm."

"I don't know, I'll most likely be done before you and the chefs probably will have things all set," I told her and she nodded.

Instead of getting my things from my suitcase, I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and dragged it with me. "Bye!"

"Adios!" Tia waved, then closed the door.

I went down the hall and to another bedroom to shower. I'll brush my teeth after I eat dinner. When I was dressed, I went into the bedroom and the opened bathroom door to see that Tia was still showering. I then made my way downstairs and to the kitchen to see the chefs walking in and out of the kitchen with the food.

"They sure are going to have plenty of leftovers. I thought we were supposed to be cooking multiple people?" Deena asked her mother.

They didn't see me, but I answered. "We won't have many leftovers because we have a hungry security team and a hungry DeVanté," I said chuckling. "I may not look like it, but I do eat a lot."

"No, you starting to look it," Miss Blanche replied. "Oh, I'm not calling you fat or anything. You look good."

"No, I understand what you meant," I politely smiled. "Thanks."

I waited for a while before I decided to make my way to the bedroom. Earlier, Tia asked if the chefs would still be around, so I'm guessing she's going to come out with something Valentine's Day related if you catch my drift. Something others shouldn't see. I made my way to the foyer and heard rapid footsteps, but it sounded like more than two pairs of feet. The chefs maybe? I don't know why someone is running, but I ran too. I ran my ass right into someone, falling, but catching myself and not falling hard.

"Ahh! Ayo, what the fuck!?" I screamed hearing growling and someone clearly in a gorilla suit. "Babe? Are you serious?" I softened my voice, getting up off of the floor.

"You good? I swear I didn't know you would fall. Why were you running?" Tia asked me, standing up on her two legs.

"I heard running. Sounded like more than one person too, so I ran too. Wait-" I started laughing because Tia was previously standing like an ape, on all fours, her feet and hands.

"What?" Tia asked me, sounding confused.

"I'm good, but you were running on all fours like an ape?" I asked her still laughing.

~Tia's P.O.V~

"I'm good, but you were running on all fours like an ape?" Donald asked me, still laughing.

"Yes," I replied.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Donald asked me jokingly and that's when I joined in laughing too.

"I had to," I spoke through my laughter.

He shook his head at me. "Ain't you hot in that suit?"

"It's an inflatable," I replied. "There are fans inside and I feel fine."

"This the special outfit you were going to put on?" He asked me.

"Nobody said it was special."

"It was implied when you said you didn't want me to see you in it beforehand," he told me.

"Coming from me, that doesn't mean much," I responded.

"Comin' from you, anything can mean anything, I guess. One minute it's one thing and the next it's- well, THIS type of shit," Donald gestured towards me, laughing.

"Well, you just never know then, huh?" I shrugged. "Unzip me, please?"

"Unzi- how'd you get into it?" Donald began walking towards me. "I should leave you behind in this thing."

"It's very cool in here, but you better," I told him as he unzipped me.

"And if I hadn't?" Donald asked me as I began taking off the costume and Donald gasped. "Babe put some clothes on!" He whisper-yelled. "We still have company," he said covering me with his hands.

"You act as if I don't have anything on," I said laughing.

"Shit, might as well with what you got on," he whispered, pulling the costume up to my chest. "And we got one of the security dudes in here."

I began walking up the stairs with Donald right behind me, pulling the back of the costume up.

"Come on, man. My back?" I asked him, stopping and turning around.

"Your strap is showing the material. Gon' and keep walkin'," he chuckled. "I don't want the image of you in lace underwear planted in nobody else's mind."

I started walking again, "nobody?" I asked him laughing. "You must be nobo-"

"Mr. DeGrate?" Miss Blanche called my name.

"Yes?" Donald stopped and turned his head.

"We're done with everything and we're about to head out, but we're waiting on you to pay us," Miss Blanche told him.

"The check is on the front table," Donald replied, "Ap, show these nice people where it is. Thank you for your services," he replied.

"Thank you all," I replied, turning my head, but I couldn't see them with Donald's tall behind right behind me.

Even though he a step behind me, he's blocking my view, but he's also blocking theirs. I'm sure my suit is still visible.

"Thank you," Miss Blanche and her daughters replied.

"Get home safely and have a good night," Donald told the chefs. "Apollo, let yourself out and lock it behind you."

"I got you," Apollo replied and I heard a bunch of footsteps.

Donald tapped me and I started walking again. "You should've seen the way they were looking at you," he said laughing. "They're most likely wondering what the fuck you have on," he laughed louder. "Chewbacca-looking ass."

I started making the Chewbacca noises and he snickered.

We made it up the stairs and down the hall. "Let me see," Donald told me, letting the costume go.

"See what?" I asked him.

"What you're wearing."

"I thought you didn't want that image of me etched into anyone's mind?" I asked him pushing open the door.

"I'm not nobody," he replied and I giggled. "You know what I meant when I said that," I turned around to see him staring at me with low eyes.

"We're about to eat, let get dressed for real. Plus, this is a lace spots bra that isn't see through. See?" I revealed, laughing. "Let me put on what I really have. I'll meet you downstairs."

"I hope you don't come down in a REAL Chewbacca suit this time," he chuckled and I started making Chewbacca noises again. "Bye, weirdo," he said walking out of the bedroom.

"Birds of a feather flock together, DeGrate!" I replied pushing the door close.

I'm not sweaty or anything after all of that running because of the fans in the suit. I slipped into something that I knew he'd really like, a white lace dress with a built-in bra. It's just a long shirt that becomes flowy and open at the waist on down. The top is heart-shaped and so is the crotch of the lace panty. It goes with the theme of Valentine's Day. I want to wear black because black and red are his favorite colors, but he also loves me in white. It's a creation from my collection.

Months ago Donald said he would love it if I modeled my Valentine's collection for him and I will model it for him later, I hope... I put on some white heels to complete the look. I also took my hair out of the two ponytails and wore it out, some perfume, and grabbed a card game. I didn't know my way around the downstairs portion of the house, so I had to find my way. I mean, the food should be near the kitchen, so I made my way to it and then went from there. I went into the next room, assuming it'd be the dining room and it was, but Donald was nowhere to be seen. That is until he walked inside. Donald is wearing some black boxer briefs with hearts on them, a black beater, and red socks.

"I see you dressed for the occasion?" I spoke up. "I love it on you too. It's different."

"Damn, okay. You came with the fire. I like that shit," he walked up to me, grabbing my hands and kissing me on my cheek.

"All I get is a peck on the cheek?" I asked him.

"Mhm, for right now," he nodded with a chuckle. "I'm on your time, I told you already. What more do you want from me?"

"Mm," I raised my eyebrows. "I'm ready to devour my food. Where is it?"

"Me too. They set everything up in the dining room, but I just made our plates and put everything away. I set everything up outside. The bugs won't bother us because there's an insect protector net. I cleaned everything out there, so you won't have to worry about about that," he grabbed my hand. "Let me take you."

"Dang, I was gone that long for you to do all these things?" I asked him laughing.

"Basically," he nodded. "I told you that you take a long ass time to do anything."

"I guess this is proof," I giggled.

"Indeed it is," he spoke pushing the door open.

"Wait, won't someone see us?" I asked him.

"No," he shook his head.

"I'm referring to our security?"

"Yeah, they can't see shit. They don't have a view of the beach," he assured me rubbing up and down my arms with his fingertips. "Relax," he whispered with his forehead against mine sending goosebumps all over my body.

Grabbing his hands, I smiled, looking outside. "This is beautiful. I would definitely prefer this view. Aww, papi," I pinched his cheeks with my forehead against his.

He chuckled, "I got the little blankets and all just in case we get cold. After all, we're by the cold ass ocean," he opened the door and I stepped out onto the patio.

"It's beautiful, Donald."

"Your cheeks have been red all day."

"Hey, it's okay. As long as the other ones are brown," I chuckled.

"Not for long," he chuckled smacking, then lifting and grabbing my booty. "Okay! Details!" He said really taking a look at my lingerie as it blew in the breeze. "You did yo shit! You got the little heart at the crack of the booty too. You did your big one."

"I did," I giggled. "You like it or would you prefer black or red?"

"I like white on you, especially if it's lace. You already know why, don't you?" Donald squinted at me.

"Because you can really see everything with your freaky behind," I said laughing.

"Freaky?" Donald asked me. "I've never gotten that as a description of myself. Comin' from a church boy," he placed his fingertips on his chest, "it's just that. I'm a church boy."

"You ol' liar!" I said laughing. "You ain't been to church in eons. You missed the keyword with USED too. Besides, that boy is now a man." I finished speaking but continued to giggle.

He pulled out my chair and he sat the cards down on the table. "I was wondering what you handed me. 'Let's Talk About Sex!'" Donald read aloud. "This a card game, like Spades?"

"No, it's where people- in this case, couples ask each other questions."

"And you bought this card game?" Donald raised his eyebrows.

"No, Eej gifted me this for Christmas," I chuckled. "He says I'm a prude."

"You can be. But I mean, what you do ain't nobody's business if you ain't intimate with them, it ain't their business," Donald said taking a seat.

"Yeah, and that's exactly how I feel. It's weird and awkward," I told him.

"You don't even be on that with me like that. You do things, but you don't speak about it," he replied taking the foil off our plates. "I like that. Don't nobody know that shit but me. The food is warm."

"I just thought it'll be fun for the day or this mini vacation."

"I think it'll be fun to get to know certain things about you. You know, what's going on in your mind," he said taking the plastic off the box cards, then taking them out of the box. Donald began looking through the cards, "Elijah gave you these? The nigga who keeps talking about some damn meat curtains? He wants us to play a game like THIS?"

"He made them, babe. Packaged them up and everything. All of his friends have them," I nodded.

"Mm, he should release this shit because these questions and requests are interesting as fuck," he said glancing at the different cards, briefly reading through them, then began to shuffle them. "Twenty should be enough for the both of us. Damn, these are a lot of questions! Thick ass deck of cards."

"I was looking at that," I told him laughing. "The whole box is square shaped, unlike regular playing cards."

"Let us pray," Donald said once the cards were passed out.

"Definitely going to need it after these questions because- whew!" I nodded my head and grabbed Donald's hands. "I know it's going to be a mess and I haven't even looked them over."

"Father Lord God, Praise You for the nourishment that You provide. Thank You for meeting our physical needs of hunger and thirst. Forgive us for taking that simple joy for granted, and bless this food to fuel our bodies forward into Your will for our lives. We pray that we will be energized and be able to work for the glory of Your Kingdom. In Jesus' Name, Amen," Donald finished.

"Amen."

"All this prayer and we about to commit some sins," Donald told me laughing.

"Says who?" I sound like an owl.

Donald remained silent and began eating his food. I did the same for a while, looking at the beautiful view.

"Shall I start first or you?" Donald asked me. "Oh, I'll start!" He waved his hand at me, then cleared his throat. "What turns you on during sex? In our case just intimacy."

I deeply inhaled then exhaled. "What turns me on is seeing my partner- you turned on and-" I deeply inhaled, shaking my leg under the table. "The noises also do it for me. Whether it's you moaning and groaning, your voice- oh, my God, your voice or- or-" I tucked my lips into my mouth, stopping my stuttering.

"Don't be acting shy and shit now. When we're in the moment, you become freaky as fuck. Gon' ahead," he motioned, moistening his already moisturized lips with his tongue.

"The sound of me. How wet I am gets me going. It's like, 'DAMN, that's ALL me?'" I spoke confidently, then became nervous again because of the topic. "Babe, you go ahead. We're both answering these questions regardless of who's asking them, right?"

"We can," he shrugged. "Mine is your moaning, the shaking, the sounds you make. Shit, the smell. Any feedback? Facial expressions..."

I began hitting the corner of my card against the top of the table, then cleared my throat. "I guess it's my turn, huh?" I looked down at my card and crossed my legs, gulping. "What do you enjoy doing to your partner sexually?"

"Mmm, I love eating pussy," Donald answered confidently. "YOUR pussy," he clarified. "As you know, I'm a pleaser, not a teaser. I just love everything about it. The first time I ate your pussy, I was nervous as fuck because it's not something that I commonly did beforehand. You know, I haven't been in a relationship- a REAL one in a long ass time and that's when I feel comfortable. The act of it is- good. No pun intended, but the reaction keeps me wanting more, so... Yeah," he shrugged, licking his lips. I squeezed my legs tightly together. "You?"

"I love to tease. It comes with a build-up of sexual tension that gets released- well, in most cases sex. It gets things more wet and hard, but with us- you know," I said jumbling my words.

"I don't," Donald leaned in closer to me, placing his card down on the table. "Say it, Tia."

"Oral and just intimacy."

"Oral?" He cackled. "I mean, that is the technical term, but DAMN!" He hit his open hand against the table, laughing. I just rolled my eyes at him. "Anywho, I already knew your answer to that question in the card."

"I don't do it purposely or all the time. You're just a horn dog because you're used to getting told yes," I told him.

"Positive," Donald nodded in agreement. "But used to is- and has been a WAS for a long ass time now. Build up it does create it. I'm feeling the effects now," he sat back again.

"Oh, God!" I threw my head back, rolling my eyes once I looked down at what was written on my card. "Have you ever kept a lover's used underwear, if so, why and what'd you do with them? I don't think you've ever done that," I said laughing. "These questions are ridiculous."

"Actually," he cleared his throat and I raised my eyebrows. "I have," he sighed aloud.

I raised my eyebrows at him with my head tilted forward, and swallowed the food in my mouth. "Really?!" I asked him now with one raised eyebrow as my head jerked back.

"Yes, I have. Yours actually."

"Keep going," I leaned in with the corners of my lips turned up, interested in his words. I placed my elbows on the table, resting my chin on my hands in mid-air.

"Damn, my answer to this question is embarrassing," he deeply sighed. "I use them in solo moments and I've been having loads of those," Donald then covered himself with a blanket and I internally chuckled at his pun.

"But WHAT do you do with them in those solo moments?" I asked him.

"I told you that I love eating pussy, the smell, and everything about it. Use your imagination, love. I know you're good for that," he raised his eyebrows, hinting at what I told him last month.

"Mm," It unintentionally came out as a moan, as I began fanning myself, feeling hot and bothered. "Well, I've never kept any of my partner's underwear."

"Yes, you have. You wear them all the damn time."

"Oh, I don't think that counts in comparison to your statement. I don't do anything freaky in them, Donald. Or with them for that matter," I shook my head, looking down.

"When's the last time you've masturbated?" Donald asked. I looked up to see him looking away from his card and at me with a smirk. "When's the last time you fiddled with that pussy?" He repeated but with more explicit words.

"Actually, it's been a while. I do it in bed and in bed only and you're usually next to me when we sleep. I hardly sleep alone. Tubs too. Add tubs to the list."

"A while?" He asked, looked off to the side for a split second, before slightly leaning forward, moistening his lips. "Have you ever done it in bed with me next to you sleepin'?"

My tongue poked my jaw, "that wasn't the question." I looked down at the table.

"Mm, but I want to know this shit."

"Yes, Donald. Yes," I replied. "I have, but only twice."

"Damn, and I'm sleeping next to you?" He was so surprised by my past actions. "We've been together for nine months. Damn, woman. You surprise me so much. Why you ain't wake me up? How did you know I wasn't hungry?"

"Because you were obviously tired..." I said stating the obvious. "Both times you were deep into calling hogs."

"I'm never too tired to do what I love."

"Donald never is an overstatement. When a person is tired, that's just what it is. We work so much and need rest without sleep interruption."

"All work and no play can make me unbalanced. In our case, at the moment, it's mostly eating and sinking my fingers deep," he paused, "in that fat ass pussy."

"Okay, Donald," I smiled, shifting in my seat. "Let me put it like this, the last time I masturbated ALONE was the second to the last time we slept without each other," I revealed, already red front his prior words.

"What you said was a complete lie, but I'm glad to find out that information. You and your pussy must've been extremely quiet," he frowned, leaning forward again.

"I was quiet, yes. However, my- the other part is false. I've told you that you've become a deep sleeper," I told him. "And what lies have I told?"

"Well, correction because you may have just forgotten. A little after we got home, it was about a week after my parents left. I was working in the basement, in my home studio and you were at my house. It was late and I usually rest late if I work in my home studio. Anyways, when I came upstairs my bedroom door was closed, but that shit was loud. I walked in and you were goin' at it with that toy against your pussy," he chuckled, and I immediately felt embarrassed. "You were cumming and you locked eyes with me and kept on going. You came a few more times. Mm-mmm, that shit was sexy as fuck too."

"It's your turn to answer the question now," I twisted my lips, hiding my embarrassed smile.

"I know. That's what I'm getting to," his head tilted with a smile spread across his face and a deep gaze.

"My last time was last night," he sat back.

"When? How?" I asked Donald, completely confused by his answer. "We were around each other all day because of that small hotel room."

"You were asleep and I woke up from a wet dream. I woke up hard as fuck, so I had to finish myself off in the bathroom. You even woke up when I let you go and rolled over to get out the bed," Donald tucked his bottom lip into his mouth. "Damn, I see you trying to hide it, but I know. You don't have to hide shit."

I crossed my arms over my breasts, "there's a breeze blowing. The temperature isn't very low, but we're by the ocean, remember?" I asked, rhetorically. "Also the fabric is rubbing against my skin."

"Your hard nipples poking out of your clothes ain't my only guess, love," Donald said rocking his chair back and forth with his arms crossed. "Next question, please?"

"Okay. Donald, rate your partner's head game," I spoke, reading the question with hesitance.

"I'll rate you an eight," Donald nodded, satisfied with his answer.

"Eight?" I asked him. "You give me an eight?"

"What? Do you want me to lie? I'm taking into consideration that I'm your first time and there's always room for improvement. Though you're freaky, I still think you're holding back until marriage. What do you rate me?"

"S- no, a seven," I replied.

"I feel like seven is a copout. It's smack in the middle of a great and terrible rating. Without using seven, rate me."

"Fine, then six," I nodded.

"A six?" Donald's head jerked back. "You rate me a six?"

"I do," I nodded.

"I think you're just butthurt that I rated you an eight and not a ten. Be fuckin' for real- Tia, are you serious?" He asked me, with a non-amused chuckle.

"You want me to lie?" I asked him.

"NO, but I think you rating me a six is complete bullshit," he frowned. "That shit doesn't even sound right."

"Oh. Well," I shrugged. "Beforehand, I said seven and you wouldn't accept it."

"So you've had better?" Donald asked me.

"Donald..."

"Has it ever been me?" Donald asked me.

"That's not the question, Donald," I replied. "Besides, you said that there's always room for improvement."

"Not a whole ass four points worth, though. Okay. Okay. Okay," he started mumbling. "You tellin' me I'm bad at what I love to do? Imma show that ass a ten," he mumbled again, looking at me with a nod.

I smiled, "are you going to keep mumbling or are you going to ask the question on the card?"

"Alright, how did your ex propose to you?" He asked me, then started laughing.

My mouth dropped, "it does not say that!" I grabbed the card from his hand and read it. "Elijah!?"

Are these personalized for EVERY friend or what? I don't even think I've ever told Elijah. Have I?

"I've always wanted to know, so I thank Elijah," Donald replied to me. "I also thank God that that nigga ain't around though. Answer it."

"Hmm, pass," I replied. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to hear it. I'm so serious, babe," I shook my head repeatedly.

"I'm telling you that I do. It was that damn trash?" Donald asked me.

"I mean-," I shook my head with a nervous chuckle, "pass."

"No, that's not even in the rules."

"Donald, neither of us read the rules!" I said laughing. "Pass, please?"

"Well, the point of this game is to answer every question and truthfully," Donald replied. "So tell me, fiancée, how did Jet Lee propose to you?" He leaned in with a squint. "Details matter."

"This may upset you," I warned him. "Especially with you wanting details?" I shook my head.

Not to mention the previous question that he just got upset over. He'll feel some type of way.

"I don't think so. It's probably more funny than anything," he cheesed. "Go ahead."

I uncrossed my legs but held them close together. "So..." I smiled nervously. "Taimak and I went on a trip to Gran Canaria-"

"Spain, right? I think that's all you've ever told me."

"Yes," I nodded. "I've never been there. He was supposed to propose during dinner, but his nerves took over and it ended up happening later on in the day in our hotel room," I stopped.

"Tia, stop beatin' around the bush," he spoke in anticipation.

"One thing led to another and-" I gulped, looking, down at my nails. "-He performed- he ate my pussy. Amid things, he pulled out rings. Three rings. I said yes, chose one, he slid it on my finger, we cried some, and then he continued," I looked up at Donald upon completion of my story and he's frowning.

"Now that you're referring to that nigga, you want to say that he ate your pussy?" He asked me.

"Well, you said-"

"Was he your ten? He has to be- being he's the only other person," Donald asked me, folding his arms against his chest. "It was that good that you said yes?"

"I said yes because I wanted to." I then lowered my voice, speaking in a whisper, "but, it helped. Despite whatever beef the two you have, he was a great man to me. Even during our breakup, he remained respectful even through his hurt. There was just a lack of trust in the end."

"Damn," Donald's head jerked back, offended. "The beef I have with that nigga? The beef I have with that nigga is over you, PLUS his anger issues. He tried to beat my ass unprovoked." His eyes widened. "I took up for you during his accusations and that nigga wasn't having it," Donald revealed to me. "Sure, those accusations included you and I, but he should've come to you for that shit. Not me."

"You never told me that," I told him.

"I told you that we fought and you clearly saw it, but ignored it like you choose to do a lot of shit."

"Damn, so it's like that?" I asked him. "It seems as if you've been waiting to say that and now is the perfect time. What do I choose to ignore?" I asked him.

He unclenched his jaw. "Okay, I'm a little upset and I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm talkin' at the side of my neck."

"Yeah, you calm down," I scoffed, looking down at the table. "I didn't put two and two together until you told me years later, Donald." I inhaled then exhaled slowly, finally remembering that he did tell me. "It was the past. The two of us are engaged and doing great. Maybe you should let it go?" I asked him.

He chuckled, unamused, "let it go?"

"Yes Donald, let it go. I was able to get past our past and that was a lot. We're together and thriving. That man is my past, we're in the present together, and the same goes for our future. I had problems with your ex, but I'm okay with her regardless of what she has done," I told him.

"You never fought her, but alright. I'm sorry. I apologize. You were going through your own shit and that's all that was probably on your mind; your breakup and those people you're related to. That shit can be a lot, so I apologize for speaking out of anger," he spoke with sincerity. Donald kissed his teeth, "fuck all that though, so he was better at eating pussy than I am?" Donald asked me with his close fingertips poking against his chest as he spoke, offended.

"Donald..." I dropped my shoulders. "Are you even listening?"

"I am and you know it," Donald replied. "I'm just asking was he better at it than me? You rated me a six. What do you rate him?"

"Next question, please?" I spoke in an attempt to dismiss his question.

"Babe, it's a simple yes or no answer or rating," Donald leaned in.

"That's what this is really about?" I chuckled. "You're mad that he's potentially better?" I spoke realizing what I said, although, it wasn't what I meant.

"Oh, okay," he said with his leg bouncing, staring at me almost menacingly. "Noted. I'm kind of past the situation, but it's just funny to bring up. To answer the question, my ex's never proposed to me. Go ahead, you say the next question because it's your turn."

"Donald?"

"Go ahead and ask the question on the card?"

"S-" I closed my eyes, shaking my head. "Tell your partner your deepest desire/ most spontaneous place you want to have sex."

"I saw that fuckin' card and that's not all that shit said," he made a come hither motion with his finger. "Come and sit on your papi's lap."

The card also says to sit on your partner's lap or have them sit on yours, and tell them your deepest desire/ spontaneous place you want to have sex. Obviously, it's me that has to sit on his lap. It also says to use the present tense in parentheses. Long? I know. Thanks Elijah!

"You sure? You want me on your lap after that spat?" I asked him and he grabbed my hand, bringing it around the table.

I stood up and walked over to him. With Donald's other hand, he moved the blanket towards his knees. I threw my leg to his other side, straddling him.

"I'm surprised your mad ass wants me on your lap," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm not mad- angry at you. At the situation? Yes, I'm just offended at you sayin' his ass is better than me, but it is what it is-" he licked his lips, "-for now and not for fuckin' long," he mumbled the last part looking below my neck. "It doesn't say you have to straddle me. It just sat to sit on my lap, but since you're here," he grabbed two handfuls of my booty, then slid his hands to my hips. Donald then began sliding me closer to him, since it was unexpected, it left my back arched. "Mmmm. Whenever you're ready, babe."

Staring deep into each other's eyes, nose to nose, and forehead to forehead.

"It's funny how you mentioned being a church boy," I giggled, then prepared to be serious and slightly sexy. "It's after midnight and I'm in dire need of some healing. I enter a church-"

Donald gasped, and mouthed church all question-like.

I slowly nodded for clarification, "I enter a 24-hour church and go to a pew. You start looking for me and stop by the church-"

My fiancé burst out laughing. "Hell nah, I ain't ever seen you enter a church!" He said laughing. "I got to stop you there."

I started laughing too because it's a joke, "I know. I just thought it'd be funny. It's a joke. Let me get serious."

"Please," he chuckled.

"We would be closer to God," I raised my eyebrows, then dropped them.

"You do tend to call out God's name when my face is in that pussy. Okay, but be for real this time."

"I just got out of a hot steamy shower with my body still soaking wet, but I put on my silk robe anyway," I started speaking but left out a soft moan when I felt the tip of his tongue roll up the side of my neck, then he subtly sucks my neck.

"Keep going," he whispered, caressing my back in an up-and-down motion.

"I walk out of the bathroom and open the bedroom balcony door. The cool breeze hits my- mphhh," I rocked my hips as he began kissing my neck, "my skin, sending chills up and down my body. The weather is NIPPY, so I began to tie my robe. Though the top of my robe is secure, the breeze blows the bottom of my robe back as I ssss- stand at thhhhuh mmmm."

He pulled away from my nipple, "keep goin'. I can't wait until I come in, taha," he chuckled.

I pecked his lips, "I can't finish with you doing that," I chuckled. "Calm down, Donald."

"Shit..." He looked me in the eyes, "I AM calm."

"My robe blows back as I stand at the-"

"Wait, so you can control the wind now?" He asked me.

"Donald, I'm setting the tone," I said laughing. "Damn..." I trailed off. "You keep interrupting me. The first time it was a joke, but now you're interrupting my story just to do it," I wined.

"Okay. Okay. Okay," he pleaded. "Imma gon' 'head and let you finish."

"I lost my train of thought," I threw my head back in irritation.

"You started controlling the wind," Donald looked at me with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth. I can tell he's holding back laughter, then his cheeks puffed up and he combusted into laughter.

"I can't stand you," I joked while laughing, hiding my irritation. "Donald, I quit," I replied. "The story's over. Done."

"No. No. Nononono," Donald shook his head at my statement.

"Yes, you tell me yours," I replied, shaking my head.

"So yours is on a balcony?" Donald asked me for clarification.

"No, it's standing up in a toilet."

"You know... You say the most outrageous shit sometimes," he said laughing. He closed his eyes and nodded, "a'ight, I'll start. You changed your story like ten times anyway." He started rubbing my waist.

"Babe, I'm waiting," I finally spoke again after a good minute and a half of silence.

"Mmmm, I got so many places that I'm struggling to come up with one to say aloud," Donald replied with a chuckle. "I guess I'll go with the one that'll probably never happen. It's too risky for us being who we are. Actually, no..." He trailed off. "It definitely could happen at the right time and place."

"Mhm."

"Listen, I don't have all the damn details like you do, but we're coming from somewhere and we're on our way back home," Donald licked his lips. "You've been teasing me all damn day. Eventually, I drive us into an empty or abandoned parking lot and park the car, because I can't take that shit anymore," he sat up from his slightly slouched position, lifting me up to move me back an inch. "We silently but knowingly stare at each other. I unbuckle my seatbelt, leaning over to kiss you."

I leaned in, constantly pecking his lips. "I kiss back and things start to get hot as you begin caressing my thighs," I added.

"Once I sat back in my seat, you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb onto my lap all while our lips are locked to each other's. Damn, that pussy callin' out for my attention."

Placing my knees on the chair, I chimed in. "You push me down, closing the gap between us."

"Ain't no gap. My dick rock as fuck from you fuckin' with me all day, so I just push you down to add and relieve some pressure." Donald told me, pushing me down, and I immediately began rolling my hips against his groin. "Squeezing the side of your neck, I begin to kiss down the side of your neck," his hand went to the side of my neck, kissing my neck.

My eyes closed, my lips parted, and my head tilted to the opposite side of his lips as my hand remained rested on his shoulders.

"Up," his kisses trailed up my neck as his thumb caressed my neck. "Then down again, finally getting the straps down your arms," he lowered his voice, following his directions.

Donald let go of my left hip, pushing the straps of my lingerie down my arms, while his right hand remained on my neck. Feeling even more hot by his actions, my hips instinctively began to roll against him.

"Pushing you back against the steering wheel, I pull the straps of your top down your shou- mmmm, shit..." He growled near my ear as I rolled my hips against his.

His hands slid down my arms and to my waist, then guided my torso back against the apron of the table by my waist. Only slightly moving away from the bend of his body, looking at me directly in my now opened eyes. His actions stopped my hips from moving. I brought my elbows back, sitting them on the table to hold myself up. He sat back for a moment, staring me down and all over, holding onto my waist. Letting go of my bottom lip, I decided to speak.

"And then?"

Donald's bottom lips went into his mouth and his hands went to my thighs with his thumbs rubbing the inside of my thighs. I brought my legs up one by one, resting my feet on the sides of Donald's chair. Moving my elbows off of the table, my hands held onto his legs just above his knees. His hands dropped, leaving his arms dangling on the outside of my legs. I straightened my arms to slowly grind against his groin. The biting of his lips and his facial expressions let me know that he's enjoying what I'm doing to him. His eyes lowered looking at the way I'm gliding my hips against him. I was able to grind back and forth against him a good four times before my fiancé firmly grabbed my hips.

"I ain't tell you to do all that shit," his voice came out husky, even though he cleared his throat before he spoke.

"You don't HAVE to tell me shit, I'm a grown-ass woman," I replied, matching his slightly aggressive tone, although his voice was laced with lust.

He nodded with a smile and his tongue in his jaw. His eyebrows rose then quickly fell as he silently stared at me.

"You can be right and wrong at the same time," he told me, leaving me confused.

What the hell does that even mean? My confusion is evidently showing on my face. His eyes squinted at me. My eyes followed his moving hands that started to massage my thighs. After a while his hand slid up and his fingertips teased my belly. My belly caved and my chest rose at his touch.

A small whimper left the small opening of my lips, and my eyes closed, breaking our eye contact. My coochie beat harder against him. I felt his hands cup the underneath of my breasts. His thumbs twiddled with my covered nipples before he pulled me up by my back making me open my eyes. He lifted my body, sitting me closer and directly. I sat up with my back straight, looking straight ahead into his eyes.

"What happens next?" I whispered with my lips brushing against his, all while placing my arms on his shoulder.

He smiled with his teeth showing, before his tongue exited his mouth to moisten his already moist lips. His tongue slightly touched my lips before his lips closed. His lips met the side of my neck, the front, and then the other side as his hands cupped my breasts. Donald kissed the top of my breasts. He reached behind me to unclasp my bra, but it was in the front, which he took notice of after the fact. He sat back, looking into my eyes, then looked down to unclasp the front of my bra and to watch my breasts release from my bra.

"Mmm," he shook his head, reaching behind me to relieve himself of some pressure.

His mouth attached to my breasts, kissing. That is until his tongue replaced his actions. I used his shoulders as leverage, applying some of my weight to them to give him better access to my breasts. My back arched into him as more moans escaped my mouth. He gave them both an equal amount of attention with his hands and mouth.

Once he pulled away, I attached my lips to his, eventually moving to his jawline. My body began to lift in the midst of things and I was placed on the table with Donald standing between my thighs, leaning down, allowing me to continue. He pulled away, looking down at me.

"I just know that pussy wet as fuck. I feel it throbbin''," he whispered.

"You could always find out," I replied.

Donald moved back, gesturing towards the fabric of his boxer briefs. My juices went through the fabric of my underwear and onto Donald when I was on his lap. His hand rubbed against his raging cock. He looked at me again with risen eyebrows and a smirk. He let himself go. I reached under the fabric of his leg, to grab his dick and I definitely didn't have to reach far up to grab it, immediately playing with his tip. Oh, yeah, this man is ready for some action because his dick is leaking precum. I moved the fabric up, but only just enough to expose his tip.

Our position is preventing me from squeezing my thighs together, so instead, I arched my back making the table give me relief due to my slightly different position. Once Donald noticed, he scooted me toward the end of the table to prevent me from giving myself relief. In turn, I removed my hand from his boxer briefs, pulling him into a hot, nasty kiss, by the back of his neck. His hand slid down into my panties from the top, rubbing my wet pussy, making us both moan more into our hot kiss once he heard the sloshing noises.

"Is it what you imagined?" I asked only slightly pulling away from his lips with a struggle.

"Shhhh," he hushed me. "Listen," he whispered against my lips rubbing my pussy, staring deeply into my eyes. Moans escaped my lips. "Fuck, baby," he groaned.

His hand slid down and my pussy was talking back. One of my hands held his face as the other remained rested on his shoulder. Our eyes stared deep into one another with our mouths slightly agape. His fingers curved into a hook, slowly spreading my coochie as his fingers nestled inside of me. I arched my eyebrows with my eyes closed and let out a sharp breath, followed by a small moan as his large fingers settled inside of me.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw his hazel eyes staring at me, intently. He slowly slid them out until the tip of his fingers reached my clit, then thrust them at the same slow speed. He shook his head, removed his fingers, and wrapped his hands and wrists around my thighs, getting my essence on my outer thighs as my feet pointed down against the back of his thighs. Then he lifted me to pull my lingerie away from my dripping pussy to his large hand more space to move, and placed me on the table again.

Donald's lips met the side of my neck, directly against my spot and he slowly dipped his fingers into my pussy again and I moaned aloud, instead of muffling them. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my neck. He trailed kisses to my lips, kissing me nastily, then rested his forehead on mine. Donald's eyes slowly looked into my eyes as my pussy continuously contracted around his fingers.

"Papi got that pussy drippin'," he whispered, referring to himself as he slowly slid his fingers until only the tips of them remained. "I wanna taste that pussy. You gon' let papi taste that pussy?"

I just moaned back in response as I've been doing throughout this entire ordeal. He thrust his fingers once more, then moved the chair closer to him with his foot. He pulled his fingers out, then took a seat, holding onto my thighs.
Immediately, he began to slowly kiss up my legs and thighs. With each kiss, he went to the other leg, kissing higher and higher each time, while I held onto the table. He is so focused. Donald halted his actions when he made it closer to my heat. Finally, his hazel eyes met my brown ones that stared deeply at him. The distance of his kisses became shorter the closer he got to his final destination.

A kiss landed on the top of my pussy. I felt his fingers begin to separate the clothing from my pussy, eventually moving my panties to the side. Then Donald pulled away with his dinner plate in his hands. He sat it on his thigh and began to eat his food. Confused, hot, and bothered, my eyebrows furrowed, but my face straightened when he looked up at me with a smug smirk.

"Next question, do you have a favorite sexual memory of us?" He asked me, lifting the two legs of his chair by leaning back. "The food was gettin' cold," he stated plainly, chewing his food.

He then sucked the tip of his fingers, the same ones that were inside of me, then I saw his eyes land on my dripping pussy. I'm still in the same position as when he stopped. Closing his eyes, I saw his lips mouth fuck, then Donald's lips folded into his mouth. Seeing his reaction, my eyes immediately shifted towards his twitching dick.

He opened his eyes, trying to make it seem as if he had it all together. "Being that you seem to be in your feelings about something, I'll go first," he exhaled, placing the card on the table right in front of him which happens to be between my thighs.

Composing myself, I closed my legs, crossed one over the other, and folded my hands on my lap all with a smile plastered on my face. One thing about me is that I never travel without my toys, so I can definitely take care of myself as many times as I want and need. He's clearly making himself suffer in this- whatever he calls himself doing.

"What will always be etched into my memory is the first time. What you did to me at the kitchen counter had a nigga stuck. That shit also gave me the green light of knowing that I could do what I've had been wanting to do to you. With you? Shit... I don't even know. So much done happened and a lot is poppin' up in my mind right now."

"First of all, I don't feel any type of way," I mocked his tone. "Second of all, I believe the card meant us together. Not a memory of what I did to you, then another of what you did to me or I did to myself. Whichever is running through your brain," I grabbed the cup on the table, filling my mouth with water.

He grabbed the cup from my hand, took a swig. "This is my water. Yours is further away from you."

"No, I have no favorite sexual memory of us," I replied after swallowing my water.

Truthfully, I don't. They're all pretty nice experiences.

"Aye, I ain't likin' this funky ass attitude you givin' me."

My eyebrows furrowed because I don't have an attitude and my tone didn't hold one either.

"MY attitude?" I placed my hand on my chest. "Projection. I have no attitude, Donald. Also, call me by my name as do I. My birth name isn't Aye. Don't get upset with me because you're hot and bothered and I'm not as bothered as you are." I folded my arms, lying through my teeth.

"I call you by a many names and you don't say shit then," he told me.

"You know the difference," I scooted to the edge of the table, before standing on my feet.

"Then you should know by now that AYE is just an expression, not me callin' you no name," he stood up, puting his empty plate where I previously sat. He grabbed my hand, "where you goin'?" His thumb caressed the back of my hand.

"We're both done eating, so I'm putting this away," I replied, looking up at him.

"You don't want to sit out here for a little while longer with this nice ass view and finish this game? Well, at least the cards I handed out."

"We can finish them, but the temperature is dropping and I'm beginning to feel somewhat chilly," I told him, gathering the dishes.

His lips curved into a small smile, the he started to gather the cards. "Then voice that. Don't just leave me in the dark."

"I was about to tell you," I told him.

"Okay," he squinted. "You could just grab these cards. I got everything else."

I put the dishes down and my fiancée pushed his body up against mine, causing me to bend over against the table. Stuck between him and the table. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I threw my head back to look up at him.

"Those toys that you always bring and you tryin' to get to are gone," he whispered.

I gasped, "you threw my toys away? Those were expensive."

"No," he chuckled. "They're just hidden. You ain't gettin' them back until we get back home. Both of them. You want to get off? Tell me that. Use your words." He slowly moved backward, "come. Let's go inside."

He picked the dishes up, blowing the candlelight out. There's a light out here, but the candlelight just added to the romantic gesture. He held the door open with his foot, allowing me to enter first and he followed. Once I passed him, I smiled. Both? I carry more than two because I know his little nosey ass like to play these types of games. He sometimes does this at home, pissing me the hell off.

"So... Did you enjoy the day so far?"

"It was okay," I replied in a small tone. "Very romantic scenery, the food, the decorated car, and not to mention the award show. I loved it."

"Oh, okay," I heard the smile in his tone.

I stopped to turn and face him. "I've got something in store for you too."

"For me?"

"Yes, love," I chuckled.

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