Chapter 19

19

K assadee

I was content.

I was happy.

I was excited about life… and love.

For the past week, Dali and I had slipped into a new normal. We spent four nights together, alternating between his place and mine. Somewhere within the big gestures and smaller ones, I allowed myself to rest in the fact that Dali really did love and want to be with me. That truth gave me the confidence and security to completely open myself up to him and the thought of our future together.

I’d been occupying myself in his home with puzzles and coloring books while he did his thing. Because that was another intentional way he loved me—making sure my hobbies were in his home along with my favorite foods and drinks. As music played, I hummed along, in my own little world. When the door creaked open, I looked back to find him fully dressed in all black.

“Ooh, you look handsome. Where you going?”

“To the airport and so are you. It’s time for our first date.”

I hopped up quickly as I asked, “Can I know where we’re going now?”

“Yes,” he answered, pulling me into his arms. “We’re doing what we both love… going to a concert and traveling.”

“Who are we going to see?”

“Jhene Aiko.”

With a pout, I squeezed his forearms. “She’s my favorite,” I almost whispered, causing him to chuckle before he licked his lips.

“I know. Go get dressed and pack your bags. We’ll be gone for a week, and your shifts at the bar have already been covered.”

Sniffling, I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss him. We both loved music and concerts, but Dali loved traveling for concerts while I caught what I could here at home or in Memphis. Traveling for a concert, to see my absolute favorite artist, was truly the perfect first date.

Two Nights Later

I’d been on a cloud. The concert was in Chicago, one of my favorite cities to visit in the summer and fall. Thankfully, we were here in time to see the fireworks on a boat ride at the pier. We spent all of yesterday eating and drinking good. Today, he did the girly things I knew he hated but did because I loved them like getting permanent jewelry made, making candles, and going to all the touristy aesthetic places for pictures.

Tonight, we’d be going to a jazz club after dinner, and we’d end our time in Chicago tomorrow with the concert. After that, we’d be heading to Vegas for the second half of our trip, and I knew that was when the real turn up would commence. I loved that Dali and I were able to have fun like friends, make love like lovers, and fuck like strangers who didn’t respect each other at all. Even with this relationship being as new as it was, it was the best one I’d ever been in, because he was the best man I’d ever been with, and I was glad Dali was finally mine.

After the Concert

Our bedroom at the Langham Hotel gave us an amazing river view. As we lay in bed, I was becoming more and more relaxed as I stroked Dali’s chest. I knew physical touch was his love language but having my hands on him or having his on me calmed and centered me.

“After breakfast in the lounge, we’ll get a massage, then head to the airport,” Dali said, and I heard the sleep in his voice.

“I have never had a more fun and intentional date. Can I ask what made you choose to do this?”

“Outside of me wanting to make a good first impression as your man, I wanted to show you what you have to look forward to with me. Fun, intentionality, romance. That’s not to say we won’t have ups and downs or disagreements, but I want us to always be friends and partners against any problems we face.”

His response caused me to lift myself to look into his eyes, just to lower myself and kiss him.

“Thank you for not giving up on me. On us.”

“I would never. Being The Demolisher… that’s not just a name or character. It’s who I truly am. I break shit into pieces and end things that need to be destroyed. That included your fears and the guards around your heart. I wasn’t going to stop until you were mine.”

I swallowed back my tears before giggling. Speechless, I made my lips useful in a different way by kissing him, which led to him telling me to sit on his face for a round of sixty-nine. As careful as I tried to be, he pulled all of my weight down and damn near smothered himself under my thighs. If he wanted to die eating this pussy… he could have just said that. My giggle over how tight his grip on me was turned into a moan when his tongue entered my pussy. I busied myself with sucking his shaft, trying not to be overly consumed by how good he felt.

When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I lifted myself slightly and inhaled a deep, shuddering breath as I came. I crawled forward and slid down on his dick, riding him in reverse cowgirl until we both came.