Page 40 of All The Smoke

K aori.

Dinner was amazing. I had eaten at Diablo’s quite a few times, but never like I had with Solomon.

Everything was so romantic and intimate.

We had a personal dining experience with Chef Day and Solomon fed me.

Everything was cooked to perfection, and because we’d both gotten different things, I was able to try new items on Day’s menu.

I opted into trying the seared filet mignon with a shallot peppercorn cream sauce and crispy Brussel sprouts drizzled with local honey while Solomon had grilled lamb chops with mint chimichurri and lemon butter melting potatoes.

I literally wished I could restart dinner to taste it all over again for the first time.

“I want to take the lotus flower home,” I said as we finished dessert. “Oh and the caprese stuffed garlic butter portobellos,” I groaned. “Everything was too good.”

“Including that lil cheesecake shit you just basically swallowed?” He smirked, referring to the passionfruit crème brulée I had just finished.

“Yes, I could eat that again too.” I chuckled.

“Aight, then we’ll get all that shit to go.”

“Babe no. This was enough. I promise. I’m just talking.”

“It’s straight, Kaori,” he stated. “Tonight is about you.”

“You’re so good to me,” I cooed. “I know you’re going to be the perfect father to Silas. You already are.”

“I’m gon’ try my hardest for real.” He chuckled.

“I know.” I smiled. “Thank you for tonight.”

“No thanks needed, bae, but the night isn’t over.”

“It’s not?” I inquired. “You just said dinner.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He smirked, waving our waitress over and requesting all of the food I had asked for.

They put in a rush order since we apparently had another reservation.

When the server returned with my boxed and bagged food, I accepted Solomon’s hand and allowed him to usher me outside where there was literally a chariot waiting for us.

“Solomon,” I gasped.

Two men played beautiful music as they stood by the carriage and our driver from earlier waited with a smile on his face. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my face. This was literally the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me, as well as another first.

Solomon helped me onto the carriage then got on himself, taking a seat on the opposite side.

“What are you doing?” I asked, seeing the flash from his phone.

“Memories.”

“I’m literally crying, baby.” I sniffled.

“Still beautiful.” He shrugged, then joined me on my side.

“I can’t believe we’re on a carriage. I didn’t even know we had this kind of stuff here.”

“Me either.” I chuckled. “I had a little help figuring the shit out.”

“From whom?”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t have sisters and I highly doubt you asked your mother.”

He grinned. “I got homegirls.”

“Solomon, don’t make me cut you,” I warned playfully but was serious at the same time. While I appreciated everything, I didn’t want him getting date night ideas from other people.

“Naw, I got some pointers from Ice and Mo,” he admitted. “I never really took a woman on a date and wanted to do shit I knew you would like and that you deserve.”

I simpered. “I appreciate you going to these lengths. This is so perfect.”

Crescent Falls was a beautiful city anytime of the day, but being in a carriage with my man, the love of my life, at night, seeing it lit up under the night sky was unexplainable. Solomon had truly outdone himself and I was going to have to work overtime in order to top it.

As we rode, the coachman, or our driver who was clearly a jack of many trades, gave us a little history lesson on the city.

Some of the stuff he told me I knew, but there was a lot of it I didn’t.

Like the first bank of Crescent Falls, I hadn’t ever seen it and had been living here my entire life.

We saw the first houses of all of the founding families, just a lot of cool historic places.

By the end of the night, I was in complete bliss and knew I was going to give him the best head he had ever gotten. He deserved that and so much more, but I was going to handle the former first.

When we made it back to my place, Solomon and I showered together and while in there we kissed and fondled as well as washed each other’s bodies, but we didn’t have sex. Just a very intimate shower.

Afterward, he went onto my balcony to smoke while I did my skin care routine, texted Mo and my mother to thank them, then I joined him.

“What you doing?” He smirked, releasing the smoke in his mouth as I lowered myself to my knees in front of him.

“Getting ready to properly thank my man,” I said, undoing the towel wrapped around his waist.

My pussy throbbed and my mouth watered when his dick bobbed up and down once it was free. He gathered my braids into a ponytail while the blunt hung loosely from his lips as he gazed down at me. Once he had them gathered, he took a long pull from the blunt and said, “Do that shit good, baby.”

Without responding verbally, I licked the tip slowly and sensually before sucking only the head into my mouth, lubricating more and more of it with my spit as I went further down his long, veiny shaft. The sounds of his low grunts gave me the motivation I needed to put in work.

Once I had his dick fully lubricated, I slowly bobbed my head up and down on a mission to make him cum. I had given him head before but he always stopped me before he came. I wasn’t having that tonight. I wanted to taste him. I had to taste him.

Whenever I gave Jamal head, the few times I had, I never let him cum in my mouth.

That was mainly because he was a cheating ass nigga and I had no desire to go there with him, knowing he had slept with other women unprotected.

That wasn’t the case with Solomon. I was obsessed with the thought of what he tasted like.

I got so lost in pleasing him I began to moan just from that. Knowing he was enjoying had my hand traveling between my legs. I jacked the hand wrapped around his dick as I sucked while circling my clit with my other hand so I could bring myself to a climax with him.

“Shit,” he growled, gripping my hair a little tighter as he began to pump into my mouth. “Suck that shit just like that, baby.”

“Mm,” I moaned, vibrations from that pulling a low groan from him.

“Come here.” He removed his dick from my mouth and pulled me up so he could kiss me nastily.

When he broke the kiss and stood to turn me around, I whined. “But I wanted to taste you, baby.”

“You can. I just need to be in this pussy.”

Walking me over to the banister, he bent me over then slowly entered me from behind. My hands gripped the railing as I tried to quickly adjust to his size.

“Swear I can live in this good ass shit,” he mumbled before kissing the center of my back as he stroked inside of me slowly.

I was amazed at how wet my center was just from pleasuring him.

That was foreign to me. I had never been so hot and bothered from sucking my man’s dick before but the very sight of Solomon’s dick made my pussy leak like a faucet.

“Baby,” I cooed when he stood up in it and began to thrust with long, slow strokes.

“Damn, girl,” he groaned, nails piercing my sides as he put in work, pulling my first orgasm from me.

Steadying myself and making sure my grip was tight on the railing, I arched my back a little more and began to meet his thrusts. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the feeling of him fucking me mercilessly from the back. It was hard for me to keep up at times, but I was up for the task.

His hand slithered around the front of my neck moments later, pulling me back so his mouth was right next to my ear and he talked dirty to me, making it impossible to maintain my composure.

“Daddy hittin’ this pussy, right?” he asked. I nodded as best as I could. “Mhm,” he moaned, going deeper.

“Ba-by,” I whimpered. “I-I’m cum-ing.”

“Come on then,” he encouraged. “What you waiting for?”

His beard tickling my ear, the warmth of his breath, the deep, sexy tenor… it all had me unraveling and my body bending to his will. I had no control over myself, he had it all. Whatever he told me to do, I would.

“Shit,” I cried out as I released on him.

“That’s it, mama,” he growled, still pummeling my pussy from behind while he firmly gripped one of my breasts which happened to be very tender, but it didn’t matter. At that moment, the pain heightened my ecstasy. “I love you, girl,” he moaned. “Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I-I love you too, b-baby,” I struggled to get out. “Oh, fuck.”

“Come catch this,” he said, releasing and slipping out of me.

I turned quickly and dropped to my knees in front of him, sucking him until his seeds spilled down my throat. I made sure to suck until I was sure he emptied everything he had into my mouth.

Satisfied, I stood slowly and wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to be in his skin, but this was mainly because my knees were super weak due to the earth shaking sex I just experienced.

“You taste so good.” I smiled.

Smirking, his hand roughly landed on one of my ass cheeks. “Nasty ass. Come on. It’s my turn to taste you.”

I had no objections. After hearing he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, I was on cloud nine.

I knew people said sex had folks saying shit they didn’t mean, but that wasn’t the case with us.

He didn’t have to say the words for me to know he was locked in, but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t make a bitch feel good.

“When are we going to beat this bitch’s ass?” Mo snapped, referring to Solomon’s baby mama. “I’m sick of her ass.”

“You and me both.” I rolled my eyes as I put the weave from the last braid I’d just taken out of my head into the grocery bag.

I called her over to help me get them out because I missed my hair.

I’d had them in long enough, so they had to go.

“She gon’ get it though. Just wait until I drop this baby. ”

“Girl, if I can wait that long. The bitch is more trouble than she is worth for real.”