Now that I was in the bathroom with him, he was removing his shirt and stepping out of the slides that he had on his feet. His eyes were low, hooded, and red. The weed smell on his body mixed with the intoxicating scent of his cologne that I still smelled on him from earlier.
“I wouldn’t mind a destination wedding out here. I mean, I know Miami has beaches and everything, but I like this better. Would you want to get married out here?” I questioned, removing myself from the dress that I was wearing.
“Shorty, my job is to just show up. I’ll marry you wherever the fuck you want to get married at,” he said, and I smiled.
Now that we were both rid of our clothes, we went over to the tub. He got in first and then assisted me in getting in. I had my long hair pulled up in a bun on top of my head so that I wouldn’t get it wet. I sat in front of Miami with my back against his chest. His strong hands were protectively holding onto my stomach as we just enjoyed the moment.
“Let me ask you something, and don’t get all crazy on a nigga either,” Miami said.
“Then don’t ask me nothing crazy, Toddrick. I’m serious. I’m not trying to be out here beefing with you,” I said in all seriousness.
“Chill out. It’s only crazy if you ain’t down with it. We already here in Jamaica, so why not just get married now? Why wait? This the destination where you would want to do it, so let’s go ahead and make it happen, shorty. What you think?” he asked.
I had to turn around in the tub and actually face him to look in his eyes and see if he was for real or if it as just the weed in his system. When I didn’t see a smirk or anything on his face, that’s when I knew that he was serious.
“Baby, what about my grandma? My daddy? I would want them here too,” I let him know.
“And that can easily happen. You know that. With one phone call, I can have them on a jet within the next two hours. What you mean?” Miami said.
“And a dress for me? A tux for you?” I asked.
“Shorty, where you think we at? They got malls and shit out here. Listen, I’m not forcing you to do it this way. I just saw an opportunity to make you my wife faster, and I jumped. I’ll chill out. A nigga is just excited, that’s all,” he said, bringing his head closer to me and kissing me on my lips.
I turned my body fully toward him and wrapped my legs around his waist while looking deep in his eyes. This tub was so big that I had room to do all of that.
“I’m not opposed to it, though, baby. I want to do it. Let’s do it,” I said with a smile on my face.
“Shae, don’t agree to it because you think I’m forcing you. Do it because you want to do it,” Miami said.
I cuffed the bottom of his chin and looked at him with all seriousness.
“When have you ever forced me to do something that I didn’t want to do? Toddrick, I’m serious. Let’s get married, baby. I want this more than anything.
“Aww shit, you calling a nigga Toddrick, so I know you serious,” he said.
I laughed, leaned my head into him, and kissed him on his lips again. His large hand was on my ass, and he was squeezing it and slapping it, making the water splash everywhere when he did that. I tasted his tongue while grinding my body into his and moaning into his lips. I could feel things about to take off. It was getting a little bit heated in this tub, so I pulled away. I had phone calls to make, and I knew that if I were to stay in this tub with him for another second, he would deprive me of doing what I needed to do.
“Fuck is you trying to go? Hell nah, handle him right quick,” Jabari said, grabbing my arm and using his other hand to point to his hard dick that was poking out in the water.
“I thought you wanted me to call my grandma and—”
“Yeah, but not right now, shorty. You going to fuck around and give me blue balls, and I ain’t going to make it to the damn wedding. Did you really think after all that kissing and shit that you just did, that you could just walk the fuck away? Nah, it don’t work like that,” he said.
I laughed. At that moment, I guess I must have forgotten who the hell I was dealing with. I didn’t even bother to respond. With one hand on his chest for support, I used my other hand to guide his dick inside of me. My body shuddered at the feel of him. I was riding him like I was trying to prove a point to him that he would be making a good decision by making me his wife within the next couple of days. We had the bathtub filled so high up with bubbles that each time I came crashing down on his dick, the water would get everywhere.
“Damn, Shae. Ride that dick, baby,” Miami groaned as he reached up to hold onto my pregnant, sore breasts.
I looked down into his hazel eyes, and I could feel myself getting lost. I loved this nigga so much that I started crying. Yes, it was the sex that felt so good, which caused me to shed a tear, but it was also him. His face, his love, the feeling of knowing that I was carrying his son inside of me, all of that brought out these emotions.
“Hmmmm, Miamiiiii. I love you, babyyyy,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm around the corner as he started to move his hips under me, matching me thrust for thrust. My body started to shake, my nails dug into his chest, and that all too familiar feeling of that orgasm starting from my toes and shooting all the way up to my pussy came, and I folded right there on him. Never even giving me a chance to recuperate, he lifted me up and carried us over to the beautiful, granite bathroom counter and set my wet body on top of it. He pulled me lower, just enough for my ass to be hanging off a little bit, and he lifted my legs, holding my ankles as he slid back inside of me.
“Shitttt. Shittttt… damnnnnn,” I moaned, trying to lift my body some because I felt all of him like this, and that pressure was killing me.
“How you trying to marry a nigga, but you can’t take my dick? That’ a problem for me, Shae,” Miami sexily said as he lowered his head to put one of my breasts in his mouth to take my mind off the pain and pressure, but shit, it wasn’t working. I was running and trying to take it, all at the same time.
“Hmmmmm… I can take itttt. I can take itttt. Goddddd… I’m going to cum againnn,” I cried while holding onto him for dear life, not wanting him to let go of me.
When his strokes grew faster, and his groans grew louder, I knew then that he was cumming as well. His hand ended up hitting something on the counter, and glass went to flying on the floor. Miami had obviously just broken some sort of decoration that they had in there.