Please excuse ANY errors.

February 16, 1999

~Tia's P.O.V~

Hearing the slight creek of the door and floors woke me up. The room is pitch black, but the tall stature of the silhouette matches Donald, so I'm not alarmed. With that being said, I closed my eyes again. The bed sunk near my feet and the covers were slightly lifted and so were my legs. Donald's hands began massaging my feet, but I'm extremely ticklish and the way he's touching my feet is making me laugh and sit up.

"I'm not even trying to tickle you," Donald chuckled, stopping.

"I know," I sat up, turning on the light, but closed my eyes once it was on because it was hurting my eyes.

"Happy Birthday, beautiful," he told me. "And good morning."

"Thank you," I smiled, squinting my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Almost four in the morning," he said still smiling. "I'm sure you're well rested."

"I am. You never came to bed, did you?"

"No, I did. I just didn't sleep in here. You're easy to wake up and I didn't want to interrupt that, so I didn't sleep with you," he replied. "How does it feel to be 27? You're officially in your late 20s?"

"Blessed. It's a blessing that I made it this far. I made it and I'm still looking forward to the rest of my life," I chuckled as he began massaging my feet in a way that didn't tickle me. "I haven't had that much sleep since- whew... I don't even know. I feel drunk or something."

"Your ass wouldn't even know what that feels like. This ain't no drunk, love. Drunk is a whole other type of feeling," he chuckled.

I pulled my feet back, then sat on his lap in a straddling position. I grabbed his face, pecked his lips, then nuzzled my face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around my body, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes. Donald decided to break the silence.

"Well, now that you're awake, let's make our way downstairs," he stood up with me hoisted in his arms.

"Okay, but first, let me use the bathroom. My bladder is extremely full," I spoke, letting one leg down at a time. "I don't need to get dressed yet, do I?" I asked him.

"Nah, not right now," he chuckled. "Go ahead and empty yourself, ya man will be right here waitin'," he jerked his head towards the bathroom. "You ain't even got to brush your teeth yet. Not that I smell anything. Thank the heavens above for that one!"

Walking off to the bathroom, laughing, I held up my middle finger at him. I did my business, washed my hands, and walked back into the bedroom where Donald was standing with his hands behind his back. He handed me my robe which I put on and tied it.

"Come," he held out his hand. "Let me lead the way."

I grabbed it and he pulled me close to him and picked me up, bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck for balance.

"I thought you said lead?"

"I'm still leading. I AM doin' the walkin', ain't I?" He chuckled with his question.

"True," I looked away from him. "You're carrying me all the way down these long behind stairs?"

"Yes, I haven't placed you back on your feet, have I?"

"Answering questions with questions, I see," I poked my lips out.

"Pullin' a you on you. Don't you dare say I'll drop you either because you know damn well I won't. Especially because you know I've been in the gym," he looked down at me, lifting me like I'm a barbell.

Impressed, I blushed. "Okay. Calm down big man, we are in front of stairs and you know how clumsy you are," I reminded him. "I don't say it because I think you're incapable of doing- well, I did before, but it had nothing to do with you. It was me. I thought I was heavy, but you've proved that yo-"

"Babe, you're rambling. Chill... Please get to the point," he chuckled as he walked down the stairs.

"I'm cool. I was about to and suddenly don't remember my point, where I left off," I looked up.

"Get back to me on that then, love."

My sense of smell is very strong. Before, all I smelled was my man, but now I smell food.

"You made something?" I asked him.

He gave me a look, "you know De can't cook. I don't even know why you asked me. Why would you ask me?"

"Because I smell food."

"And your mind automatically assumes that I made it? Get real. You turned one year older and you've gone senile. Alzheimer's? Dementia, maybe? Should I put you in a nursing home? With your old ass," he said giving a throaty laugh.

"In that case, someone should've BEEN checked your old ass into a nursing home," I told him, laughing.

Donald walked us outside to the patio stairs in the back of the house where we had dinner before. He placed me on my feet and I looked ahead to a decorated set table. It's far, but I can see it. I took my slides off before stepping down into the paved wooden planks.

"This time I did all of that with the opinions of one of the lady chefs I hired before and one of the people from our security team helped out setting this, " he told me. "I ain't help with the food, but I did set everything up. I hope you like it."

A short distance away from us, there was a tall mosquito tent with a small table that was on the patio. The table is decorated with a tablecloth, flowers in the middle, and a few lights because it's still pretty dark outside. It's beautiful. I wonder how is it able to sustain it's structure in the sand.

"I love it." I told him as we began walking in the sand. "This is beautiful, Donny."

"I thought we could have a nice little romantic meal while we watch the sunrise," he told me with a hopeful gaze.

"That would be nice," I told him, grabbing his hand. "It must've been hard doing this in the dark. How does a tent maintain its structure in the sand?"

"Trial and tribulation. Trial and tribulation is all I can say," he chuckled. "But don't worry about all of that, sweetheart. It's your day, so enjoy it. Enjoy it to the fullest."

"Thank you," I threw my arms around him, he bent his neck to kiss me.

"You're welcome, beautiful," he said once we pulled away from each other. "Have a seat," he let go one of my hands and led me to the bench. "And now, we feast," he said taking his seat beside me on the same bench.

He hit the small radio with the cassette tape and music began to play, specifically Luther Vandross, but it's low enough to still hear the ocean.

"You like that shit, do you?" He looked at me from the corner of his eyes with a smirk.

"I do," I chuckled.

"I know you said this is natures music, but both at the same time has got to do something to you. Am I right?" He asked turning out cups right side up as they were flipped down because of the sand. That's sounds logical.

"Mmhm," I nodded. "It does," I said rubbing the crust out of my eyes away from the table.

I washed my face while I went to the bathroom, but for some reason, the crust always returns not too long after.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby," he smiled, "like a baby who's parents are having a screaming match, so not much."

"Why didn't you just come back into the bedroom with me?" I asked him.

"I told you, I didn't want to awaken you," he said, not telling the entire truth.

However, I won't call him out on it because I'm sure it was because he has some things planned for my birthday and that's the business he had to handle. I just know that he does. This man surprised me every chance he gets. Donald, on the other hand, doesn't like surprises. Why? Because his family and I have tried in most recent years and this man pulls out a gun. Basically, it's dangerous to surprise him. He's very apprehensive, although, he has become less of an apprehensive man over the years. Still apprehensive, nevertheless.

As Donald poured the drinks, I began plating our food. His plate with things he likes and my plate for things I'm only in the mood for. I'm only in the mood for fruit and barely that which is why there aren't too many things on the table. I'm not breakfast lady. Most breakfast foods are disgusting to me. Not only that, but I'm not trying to look bloated in my birthday dress. Most fruits don't even take an hour to digest.

When I finished, I grabbed my glass, crossed my legs and sat back, sipping my water. It's always the first thing I put into my body in the morning. I guess married life may be a little different...

"I see you. What you over there smirkin' about?" He asked me, grabbing my thigh.

"Oh, just something silly," I shrugged my shoulders. "It's nothing really."

"Okay," he bit some of his turkey bacon.

"Since when do you eat turkey bacon?" I turned to him.

"Since YOU happened. It seems I can't touch you with a ten foot pole after I eat the real shit," he told me.

"Babe, you don't have to do that," I told him, drinking water through my straw. "Eat whatever you want to eat. I cook things for you that I don't even eat."

"Not only that, but it's more healthy than the real deal. You know what type of time I'm on. Gainin' weight and shit, but also with more healthy foods," he replied. "You feel me?"

"I do," I nodded, sitting my water down on the table.

He removed the folded blanket between us, and pulled me closer meeting me halfway. I laid my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, still eating.

"I missed you," he whispered, then quickly turned his head to me, making me lift my head and look at him.

"What's wrong, Donald?"

"Is this too clingy? If so, let me know."

"No, not at all. Why'd you say that?" I asked him with pure confusion.

He chuckled, "it's because sometimes women would do the same shit I'm doing to you and I felt they were too damn clingy. Lowkey pissed me off and I didn't- don't want to have that effect on you. After all, they do say what goes around, come around."

"That's funny because I would feel the same way you did. Especially in my first relationship... I was pissed off too often. He just irritated THEE hell out of me. Almost like a strong hatred, but I stayed, so..." I trailed off.

"Damn, that's cold. You stayed with a nigga that you damn near hated?"

"Indeed, but I was young, a teenager to be exact, and he was also older than what I shouldn't have been with at the time in the first place. He was waiting on me to turn sixteen to finally talk to me in that manner. That was all before I did the work on myself, so my self esteem was under the ground. Buried. That's why daddies are important. Biological ones." I turned my body to where my knees pointed at him, but my legs remained crossed. "You act as if you've never done it."

"Can't say that I did."

I raised my eyebrows, "Lady? She pissed everyone off, and you know that you can have short patience and tolerance for straight bull."

"Truthfully, I wasn't in a relationship, SHE was. I ain't know what the hell to say when she walked up into that damn hospital room. Frankly, I didn't ever want to be seen out in public with her ass," he chuckled. "I mean, while she couldn't help how slow she was, she could've helped all the other shit. She assumed, so I played along even though I ended things with her beforehand. A little too long and... Yeah..." He shrugged, "I don't know what the fuck I was thinking to be fuckin' honest with you. Shit, I was young and after everything that happened that landed me in the hospital, life just sorta happened." He squinted at me, "actually, I do know. She helped me get what I needed. By that, I mean prescriptions. She, herself stayed drugged up."

"Oh, so that's where her stupidity stemmed from."

He laughed, "nah, I think-" he swallowed his food, "I think she was already a little slow beforehand. No private school or tutor can fix a person who refuses to learn. Those silver spoon-fed people, SOME, not all, tend to only use their smarts and connections when they need to get out of trouble and that's something she did do. Kept me from getting arrested and whatnot. I drove under the influence very often and was pulled over too."

"Mm, okay," I nodded in understanding. "So she had a lot of drug connections and connections in general?"

"The ability to get prescriptions and weed were things that I REALLY cared about. Connections such as doctors, pharmacists, drug dealers, and cops. She knew all kinds of people."

"So you didn't think about the other half of her having such connections?" I asked him.

"Baby, the only thing I really thought about was getting rid of the pain. That's where the physical, mental, and emotional come in. As a former drug addict, I mostly had a one-track mind and that's getting my next hit or something. Pills, weed, alcohol, and a lot of time are all damn three."

"You broke things off with her beforehand? How long have you known her beforehand?" I frowned.

"A good four months. If that," Donald shrugged. "Why?" He looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "No..." He trailed off. "Are you insinuating- babe, she may have been crazy, but she couldn't have been that damn crazy."

"I'm just saying, cops... They made no connections when things went down. You drew blood from a man and the intruders wore no gloves," I shrugged. "It isn't that hard with such evidence. DNA everywhere."

"Mm," he grabbed his glass, looking off into the distance.

"Michael Jackson DID say, be careful what you do, don't go around breaking young girls hearts. Billie Jean ain't his lover," I hinted. "When we turned on the television, they had just announced it before she came waltzing in or was that before?" I looked up in thought. "Either way, those people are still running free."

Finally, turning to me, he said, "damn, you got my ass thinking," he chuckled. "Alarms are going off- ringin' in my damn head like a motha," he shook his head. "I never sat down and put all of that shit together. That's kind of fucking me up right now," he chuckled. "She did try to isolate me from other women and shit and succeeded in a way. After all, she did push you out and had me thinking it was you when it was her after all. She always thought we were sexually involved because I was sexually involved with other women when I told her I was done with her before all that shit went down..." Donald trailed off.

He fell silent after his ranting, which was really him thinking out loud. He twisted his mouth to the side, then grabbed my hand. "I'm so sorry. I know you don't want to hear about my past rendezvous. This is your day. Enjoy it, love." He kissed my hand.

"This conversation was more about healing than anything."

"I have one of your gifts on me and I do mean right now. Do you want them?" He asked me with a sideways smirk.

I looked at him, "mmmmm," I rubbed my thighs together as they bounced up and down. "Give it to me," I cheesed, squeezing his arm.

He laughed, "good to know you love it before you even set your eyes on them," he cheesed.

I squealed, "come on." He moved the blanket to the other side of himself, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a box. "We're already engaged, so what is this?"

"Open it and find out," he chuckled. "Go on," he licked his moist lips.

I grabbed the box from his palm and shook it, "I don't hear anything. Genie in the box? He grants all my wishes and I later have to suffer the consequences?"

"My God, babe, just open it," he said laughing. "You're for sure going to like it."

I opened the box, "oh my goodness! Golden grills!" I screamed and he burst out laughing because there's literally nothing inside.

"I'll be damned," he said laughing. "Lift the- whatever the hell you call that."

I lifted it and pulled out the gift. The scream I screamed was so loud. "Luther! Oh, MY LUTHER!" I screamed, throwing my arms around Donald's neck.

"My name ain't no damn Luther," he said while laughing and coughing so hard from his laughter.

"Tonight!?" I asked him, pointing downwards. "As in today's tonight?"

He just smiled at me.

"Oh!" I said in realization, bouncing in excitement. He has Luther Vandross music playing and gave me the tickets. "The music and the tickets- OH MY GOODNESS!" I said straddling him, rocking from side to side while embracing him in a tight hug with one more squeal. After calming myself down, I pulled back, holding his jaw with both of my hands. "Thank you very much." I peck his lips.

He folded his lips into his mouth. "You're welcome," he told me. "Please, rise up off of me. You doin' a lot of bouncing and rocking like I'm not a man. Your man at that."

"Trust and believe that I would be straddling and bouncing on any woman," I gave him a look.

"You know what I mean. My brain wasn't on that, but you bouncing on me like you riding me or something," he told me and I got off his lap. "Don't expect me to keep flaccid with you doing all of that on top of me. Shit, right against it too. You're strategic."

"Darling, I wasn't thinking about anything you have dangling between your legs. My mind was on you getting us tickets to see Luther Vandross perform. Live music hits a little differently," I told him, holding them up.

"Mostly because it's sung a little differently than on the tracks," he replied, placing the sheet over his lap again and tucking his hand underneath. "If you're a great artist who cares about your fans, you'd give them a different experience than on tracks. Even if it's just a few songs."

"I'm so happy. All these years, I haven't seen him perform live. I definitely could've, but never did," I smiled, moving closer to the table with my hand on his lap. "It means a lot to me," I looked ahead at the sunrise, and grabbed a slice of mango with one hand and his hand that was under the blanket with the other hand.

"Babe, you- mmm," he folded his lips into his mouth. "You fuckin' with me, right?" He asked me.

"Donald, what the heck are you talking about?" I asked him, finally turning around to see him. 

He let out a deep chuckle as placed his hand on top of mine. "You fuckin' with me, right? You got to be playin'."

I drew my hand back in realization. "Okay, it's not what it looks like."

"Tia," he closed his eyes, "I'm sorry, but it's unbelievable. Actually, I'm not sorry. I said what I said and will say that shit twice and was still grippin' on me."

"Why didn't you move my hand? You just carefully placed yours on top of mine."

"Because you did that shit on purpose. As ALWAYS. It's exactly what it looks like," he laughed with raised eyebrows. "Horny ass. The moment you threw your arms around me up in the bedroom your ass was on that type of time. The same thing happened in the jacuzzi the other night. You purposely grabbing my dick. My hands are big, but is pale in comparison to this." He gestured to himself.

I smiled, tilting my head at him. "And? What does any of that have to do with now, Donald?" I batted my eyelashes at him.

He tilted his head at me, knowingly... Although, I didn't do that on purpose. It's the fact that he knows I do things on purpose other times and I deny it, so he doesn't believe me now that I genuinely didn't try to do what I just did. My legs are still crossed and the one on top bounced, waiting for his answer. He remained silent, looking at me with his mouth twisted and his head cocked. I broke eye contact with him and started eating my fruit. I felt his piercing eyes staring at me.

"You're supposed to be watching the sunrise with me. You know? Us together?" I pointed to both of us. "Not you just watching me," I said still looking forward at our view, then turned to him. "I know I'm fine, but DAMN! Can I have my face back?" I started laughing for a very limited amount of time, then stopped.

Donald's face never changed, his face still held that daring expression, he grabbed his water, swishing it around his mouth before drinking it and placing it on the table again. I bit my lip, feeling anxious because he was not budging. If he thought I was horny before, I'm definitely more horny now by just the way he's looking at me. Deeply exhaling, I finally broke our eye contact and looked out at the rising sun and its reflection on the ocean's surface. How long is he going to do this?

Grabbing the strawberry by its stem, I took a bite as my legs bounced underneath the table in the sand. After taking the last bite of my strawberry, I scooted further away from Donald, turned my body his way, and placed my feet flat against the bench. Glancing at him, I saw a small smirk on his face. My eyes traveled down to see that like myself, he's still turned on. I leaned back, resting my elbows on the armrest, then looked out at the view. He seems to be in deep thought amidst his staring.

I crisscrossed my legs and leaned my face close to Donald's. "You're still mad about that six?" I whispered to him because I knew that's what he was thinking about. He said that he'd show me a ten and I'm STILL waiting.

Raising my right eyebrow, I reached for the covers that were across his lap, then returned to my previous position with a smirk on my face. The only difference is the covers are pulled over my legs. Now it's my time to stare. Donald let out a very throaty laugh.

"Do you mind telling me what's so funny?" I raised both of my eyebrows because all of a sudden, this man had a changed expression.

I mean, his facial muscles had to be tired, holding his previous expression.

"What's fun- YOU. I should've gotten you a stage to tell everyone these funny ass jokes you've been tellin', since you're a comedian now." He squinted at me as he spoke. "You and I both know I'm not damn six. I call bullshit on that."

Indeed... Bullshit it is, but I've been waiting for him to... Redeem himself, if you can call it that. It's not redemption because he's always been great. I've always told him that he was great, but he's still dwelling on two nights ago. As Donald put it, there is always room for improvement. I want to see how much he could improve on top of how good he already is at knowing my body. Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around my legs. Being that I'm closer to him this way, I slowly whispered in his ear.

"Prove it," I cocked my head to the side as I spoke.

My fiancée leaned closer to me. "You know what I think you want?"

"What is it that I want, DeGrate?" I slowly whispered back with my forehead on his, with a squint in my eyes, and a smirk spread across my face. I enunciated every syllable, stroking the side of his face.

"You said that shit so I could prove that I can really tear your pussy up with my mouth and my MOUTH alone," he spoke as my center ached for him. "You want me to give it to you like I've never given it to you before. Being that it's the only thing that I can currently offer to you sexually. You want me to be my unusual top billing. Clever. Very clever, Andrews," he explained to me. "Can't fool The Swing."

I laughed so loud, internally, that is... He doesn't fully believe in himself, but he believes in himself enough. Just not enough to want to not prove it. I winced aloud, wagging my index finger.

"Whatever you say, DeGrate," I sat back with my elbow against the armrest on my side of the bench.

It started as a joke a couple of days ago. However, he got pissed off. I mean, I was going to tell him but decided not to when he got a pissy attitude. Although, I shouldn't have taken it that step further by saying Taimak is better than him. At one point, yes, Taimak was, but Donald and I have done things that I have NEVER felt comfortable enough doing with Tai. I even took things upon myself to do things. I've gotten out of my comfort zone with Donald. I crossed my legs over the other, with my knees still pointed upward. My head fell back, I looked directly up at the sky, and I decided to speak again.

"So... How's your meal?" I asked him.

"This food? The best thing I've ever tasted in my entire life," he slickly replied, insulting me in more ways than one. "Yours?"

I moved my legs to the side to look at him but decided to ignore that because he really didn't mean it. "Good. I'm happy for you." A simple reply should suffice.

"Are you?" His tongue came out to moisten his lips, then he smiled as he put it back where it belonged, between my legs- I mean his mouth. Either is fine, but one is better than the other option.

His hand slid up my thigh.

"Really, I am," I told him. "My food? Mm, the best thing I've ever had with seeds. You can tell because I swallowed them too. No saltiness whatsoever," I said swallowing my water.

It's no secret that I don't swallow when Donald and I do what we do. I don't necessarily spit either, I just let it drip back down onto him and continue my journey to the purple planet. That's just code for, I always used his seeds as lube to keep going. It's usually a sloppy mess so a towel is very essential.

"And you still couldn't fit the entire thing into your mouth," he scoffed. "A small piece of fruit takes you a while to eat and to finally get to the seeds."

"Mm," I nodded, swallowing my water. "I'm a human, not an animal, Donald. I love taking my time with my meal. Slow and steady. It leaves people more satisfied and more enjoyable for all. Fulfillment is key."

"There's a time and place for everything, love," he smiled.

"Although, my fruit seems to be finished with me before I'm finished with it," I added.

"Are we still talking about food?" He looked into the distance, out at the ocean. His hand slid higher between my thighs. I squeezed my thighs together stopping it.

"You tell me." I brought my right leg down onto his lap. "Are you food?" I squinted, squeezing my thighs together with his hand between them.

"Nah," he turned back to me with a sly smile, "but I'm looking at my next meal," he suggested while moistening his lips.

Oooh... Now we're getting somewhere. I'm playing it so cool, but my coochie is throbbing.

"Well, eat it while it's still hot," I told him, shrugging my left shoulder.

"Keep it up," he told me, now caressing my other leg that's on his thigh. "I just might."

Didn't he just conclude that it's exactly what I want? What is he waiting for? It's been a while because, though, he didn't show me a ten orally. However, he did perform and performed well...

"I haven't touched it in a while and it seems to be going pretty strong," I said intentionally propping my legs up on his lap, just enough for the bottom of my foot and toes to rub up against his crotch, then I straightened my leg again.

"Mmm," Donald groaned with a nod and turned his body towards me, which also moved my leg to the other side of his body, parting my legs.

His hand slowly slid up my thigh, dangerously close to my throbbing pussy. I fought hard to keep a straight face. He looked down between my legs for the first time and saw the damage he'd done without much effort. My panties are for sure wet on the outside too. His tongue came out to moisten his lips. I attempted to close my thighs, but his hand was still between and he pushed them apart.

Donald's hand caressed my thigh, and then he lifted his hand, completely avoiding my throbbing center. He placed his hand flat against my navel, slowly sliding it higher. As he slid his hand up, his body moved forward, hovering over me. My breath hitched as he gripped the armrest I'm lying against. His other hand stayed on my stomach and I scooted my body up a tad. When his face was directly above mine, he stared down into my eyes in complete silence. His cool breath hit my face and his clothed groin brushed against mine.

"Tell me something, was that me or Luther that did that?" He asked me.

Ew, what kind of question is that? I'm a fan of Luther's music, but I've NEVER thought of him in that manner. Please don't make my juices dry up, future husband...

"It was all you, papi."

"You better know it too." Donald's groin pressed harder against mine as he moved in closer.

Our lips moved softly against one another in sync. My arms went over his shoulder, then down his back. My legs wrapped around his body, bringing him even closer to me. Our kiss grew hungrier by the second. Donald's hand up my stomach then slid towards my back. I arched my back to give him more space as he unclasped my bra. I lifted up, sliding my robe off of my arms with our lips still moving in sync.

His hand cuffed the bottom of my breast, and one of my legs rubbed up and down his back. He brought his other hand down to do the same thing. His hand went up my breasts, moving my bra up. I lifted up again, as we both guided my shirt and bra off of my body. Our lips attached again, and then his mouth traveled down my neck and eventually made it to my breasts.

He slowly sucked on my nipple, as his hands began cupping my breasts again. Moaning, I reached down to the waistband of my panties, pulling them down as I could. He so close that I can't. Donald lifted up and slid them down for me, before coming forward again. He left one hand below as his other one fiddled with my breasts. He began rubbing the slit of my pussy, but it definitely doesn't feel like his fingers. I looked down to see that it was the tip of his dick rubbing me and my moans grew. I looked back up to see him watching me intently.

"Hmmm," I let out a drawn-out moan and I relaxed against the armrest.

"Fuck, that pussy so wet for me," he moaned against my mouth.

"Yesssss," I whispered, desperately, grinding against his tip.

"That pussy dripping," he slapped my pussy with his dick and the sloshing sound of my pussy filled our ears. "You hear that shit? That shit sexy as fuck," he moaned.

He sped up the pace and placed his mouth on my breasts, sucking. His moans vibrated throughout my breasts, sending vibrations through my nipple. His other hands played with my left nipple as the splashing sounds filled out ears. My love came down very quickly with all the different sensations. His jaw clenched and his eyes fought to stay open. As quickly as mine came down, his came out.

"Uhnn," he came all over my belly and pussy just from rubbing his tip against me. "Uhhh mmm."

He laid on top of me and we stayed like that for a few minutes before he attacked my neck with more sucks and kisses. Kissed up my jawline and pecked my lips. He pulled away and spoke.

"While that shirt was for the both of us, it was more so for me," he breathed. "I am NOT a fuckin' six and I'm gon' prove that shit. You got a reckless ass mouth and I want to show you how reckless mine can become. I just can't let that shit slide. You understand me?"

"Yours has been just as reckless. I, however, don't feel the need to prove myself. I know I got the juice," I caressed the side of his face with my index finger.

"That's exactly what I'm talkin' about," he chuckled.

"Babe, it's okay," I told him.

He nodded at me, then chuckled. "You think I feel the need to prove to you that I'm not a six? It's myself that I feel the need to prove it to. Know why?"

My eyes were constantly darting from his eyes to his lips as he spoke. "No," I replied. "I don't know whether or not I want the answer to this, but why?"

"The way your body is dripping tells me everything I needed to know," Donald whispered against my lips before pecking them. "What were you thinking about that got you like that?"

Should I play with him or be honest?

"Myself."

He gave me a throaty chuckle. "You sure about that?"

"And you," I said being honest.

"No shit, but what were you imagining me or us doing?" He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to answer.

I looked down at nothing in particular, but just to think of something quickly. I caught a glimpse of his hand moving towards my pussy. I touched my head.

"I forgot. Damn, maybe I DO need to be thrown in a nursing home," I flicked my eyes up, looking into his eyes, biting my bottom lip.

"Or maybe your legs should be thrown over my shoulders and pushed against yours?" He raised his eyebrows with a smug expression. "What you think?"

"Mmm, maybe I need a demonstration of what you mean..."

Donald kissed my lips, down my neck, and slowly made his way down my body. His breath fanned my pussy before he dived in. The sun had fully risen after he made me cumming and having orgasmic spasms all over his face. He ended up on his knees in the sand and me heaving barely at the edge of the bench, my head against the backrest, and my entire body trembling. I feel like I smoked my good kush because I'm on cloud nine. I opened low sitting eyes, l squinting at the sky. My stomach is in pain from how many times I came, but damn... While he was doing it, it sure felt great.

"I'm not the one to be fucked with. I'm unfuckwitable," Donald lowly spoke and I looked down at him standing on his knees with his lips and face glistening. His goatee is glistening. He slid his hands to my back, pulling me away from the backrest. "What am I?"

Human... I chuckled.

"A si-" I closed my mouth, folding my lips into my mouth. "An upside-down six. A nine, babe. It was all- it was a joke. You pushed my button, so I pushed yours harder. No excuses and I'm sorry for taking it this far. Too dang far."

"I knew that shit all along. Like I said, I had to prove that shit to myself that I wasn't your six. I knew I wasn't a fuckin' six to you. A nine?" He frowned. "I was aiming for a rating of ten. I'm still not satisfied, but I'll settle. For now, at least..."

"I give you a nine out of nine. You left me on cloud nine. My stomach hurts," I chuckled. "I feel as if I've done a million and one sit-ups."

"Oh, a'ight," he laughed. "No rush and no fuckin' toys. I don't need that shit. I can do bad all by my God damn self."

"Exactly." I bent my head down, grabbing the back of his head and sloppily kissing his lips. When we pulled away but remained about an inch apart, we immediately started laughing. "This is next-level freaky," I told him, looking at his face still being connected to mine by my juices.

"Next level is wild. Romantic? Yes. This is nowhere near," he brought my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking, then let go making it pop back to my face. "Only if I had proven myself two days prior, it would be the next level."

"Mmhm," I placed my bottom lip into my mouth.

"I wish you could feel the way I do when I eat your pussy," he chuckled.

"Like Blow, Beyoncé type ish?"

"Basically."

"Mm, I wonder how it feels sometimes you, but I have an idea because I'm just as passionate," I told him as he stood up on his feet.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" I looked up at his face.

"Like I'm a piece of meat. You already know what it is when I get done especially if a nigga ain't get off during or after."

"You got off in the beginning. What am I supposed to do? Ignore it?"

"Precisely," he replied, finally taking a seat on the bench.

"This was by far the best experience. Outside? On a private beach? Oceanside view? Nice breeze? Oh, yeah." I raised my eyebrows, grabbed my water, and drank it because I was parched as hell. "Definitely something I have on my spontaneous list, except you eating my pussy isn't the only thing that happens."

"I call it connecting with nature," he moved his hand across the sky like it was a billboard, then laughed. "And with your spouse or future spouse in our case. I genuinely would like to do this again sometime." He wet a few napkins with the water and wiped his face.

"Definitely!" I replied so quickly that my water went down the wrong pipe. I caught a coughing fit, catching myself off guard.

"Great," he checked his watch, then dropped his arm.

"I noticed that you continuously used the words to you when it comes to that rating, so tell me, future husband, what do you rate yourself?"

"A six," he said all nonchalant and my jaw dropped. "What's the problem?" What's the problem? This guy... We silently stared at each other.

After picking up my jaw, I spoke. "You did all of that hooping and hollering just to rate yourself a six? You wouldn't let it go."

"I mean... Yeah. I'm a six to myself, but it doesn't mean I want to be a six in your brain. There's always room for improvement," Donald spoke. "You feel me?"

"I have to use the bathroom and I'm in desperate need of a shower," I said still leaning over the edge of the bench.

I'm sitting on my mess of a robe. The mess that we both made, but mostly me.

"Okay, but you can't go in there looking the way you look. Chefs are still around," he told me and my eyes widened.

"They're still here?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but let's be clear that they haven't seen anything. I can assure you that they didn't witness anything. Some of our security are with them keeping a close eye. I wanted privacy. Not knowing this would happen, but I still took the necessary precautions," he chuckled. "We're good. I'm sure you won't run into them either, but we need to take necessary precautions just in case."

"Okay," I replied to him.

He stacked his plate with more food, then grabbed my shirt, shaking off the sand. "I'll come with you."

I put on the oversized shirt and he gave me his jacket which I tied around my waist once I stood up. You never know what could happen. Sure, the shirt is oversized, but I could trip and fall. I don't have any type of underwear on. I looked at Donald to see him shaking his head.

"I gave you the jacket to put on too," he told me. "To hide your areolas and nips."

"What if I fall?" I asked him. "Sand and granite floors aren't a great idea whatsoever."

"That's why you're going in the same way you came out," he told me, holding out his hand. "Your thighs will hide anything else that needs shielding, plus me. You know that I'm not letting anything be seen."

Untying the jacket from around my waist and began putting it on the right way. I slid back into my sandals. Luckily I didn't wear my furry house slides.

"I also don't understand how you initially thought we were seen when the back flap of this tent is down. This isn't just a mosquito tent. Or did you notice I let it down?"

I looked at what he meant, "I had no idea you did that. When did you do that?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Just know that I thought ahead," he pointed to his head, and then ate some food. "I just hope that you enjoy your day. It's all about you." He stood up.

I was carried into the house and up the stairs the same way I was left in the bedroom and house. I showered and took my precious time getting dressed. My day started off great and I'm sure it'll end great too, but in a different type of way. I love having peace. Nobody is arguing or bull of any kind. It's just us, so I'm sure it'll remain that way.

Donald suggested that I dress comfortably for now, so that's what I did. I put on a fitted, loose-neck turtleneck shirt with some jeans and gym shoes. I hate wearing gym shoes if I'm not at a gym, but Donald told me that for this, I'd definitely want to wear them. I'm more of a heels girl, but at least I did pack a pair of gym shoes that would look right with anything.

"DeVanté, how does this look?" I asked him once he entered the bedroom.

He took a few steps back.

Donald looked over at me, giving me a look of curiosity, "um... Is everything okay?"

"Yeah..." I trailed off. "It's that bad? I should change?"

"You good?" He asked me.

"Yeah. Why'd you ask me that?" I squinted. "Are you okay?"

"I'm cool. You had me thinkin' I did something by callin' me DeVanté," he chuckled.

"My mistake. I didn't realize I said it that time. Why does calling you by that name make you think you did something?" I asked him.

"Because you call me DeVanté when something is wrong or being sexual. You've always done that. It has been like this since we were just friends," he chuckled. "Minus the second portion."

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yes," he chuckled, "and you look fine."

"So I don't look bloated?" I asked him.

He kissed his teeth. "What the hell makes you think that? You ate like two grapes."

"My menstrual is around the corner is why and I did not eat two grapes. I'm allergic, remember?" I asked him.

"I'm aware," then he sighed aloud. "Oh, shit..."

I looked up at him, wondering what the heck he was thinking. "Now it's my time to ask. Are you okay?"

"I am, but you may not be. I... I fucked up. You literally just reminded me."

"Messed up? How, Donald?"

"Initially, I did forget that you were allergic to grapes which is why they were on the table in the first place. Before I kissed you, I did eat some grapes, so you may or may not get an allergic reaction," he told me. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Nothing has happened yet. It's hard for me to keep up with myself. Let's just hope that it stays that way," I told him. "I did eat cucumber too, so..."

"Okay," he replied. "You look nice. Are you ready to go, beautiful?" He inquired.

"Definitely."

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