Page 32 of Obsessive Love

PYRITE

“You do this every time you wash your hair?” I asked Fable as I sat on the sink.

After we had sex and got our shit together, we ended up swimming for a little while, then got out.

She mentioned that she needed to wash her hair, and even though I needed to shower, I wasn’t ready to be out of her presence, so I decided to sit in the bathroom and watch her.

“Yes,” she answered. She was bent over the tub, her head was damn near submerged, rinsing her hair. Lowkey, I kept trying to get a peek of her ass under the towel she was wrapped in, but the muthafucka wouldn’t move. “You don’t?”

“Do my own hair?” I clarified.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck nah, I go to Corinthians and have her do it,” I replied, shaking my head. “The most I can do is wash it.”

“Whose Corinthians?” she asked. Her voice was a little tight, as if she were jealous, which made me laugh. Fable tilted her head to look at me as she rinsed her hair. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” I answered, then wiped my hand over my mouth.

“But to answer your first question, Corinthians is my stylist. She’s also my homeboy’s cousin.

” I leaned back, resting my back against the wall.

“I’ll introduce y’all soon. She’s good people.

A little quiet, but shit, I would be too if I was raised around Krude's crazy ass.”

“I’ve heard that name before,” Fable said, then returned to the tub. “Amethyst mentioned someone named Krude.”

“He’s a Bible Thumper,” I said, nodding.

“Bible Thumper?”

“Have you ever heard of Dr. DeCorte?”

“The big-time preacher?” she asked, and I nodded.

I wasn’t surprised that she knew of Pastor DeCorte.

His reach was far and wide, niggas in the hood knew his name just like the old women in small churches.

People respected him because he was honest about his life and kept it real in every sermon.

His motto was that you didn’t have to like how he spoke, but you would understand his sermon.

“Yeah, Krude is one of his grandkids. It’s like seven of them in that generation, and now they’re having kids.”

“So Krude is a preacher’s grandkid?” She said, then nodded. “Got it.”

“Yep,” I chuckled.

She turned off the water, grabbed the shampoo, and poured it into her hair.

She had more hair than I initially thought.

Black women were magical; I don’t care what anyone else says.

There was no other way to describe what I was watching.

Fable lathered her hair, stretching the curls and moving them around to make sure she covered all her hair.

“Does sitting like that make you dizzy?” I asked as I continued to watch her.

“Sometimes,” she laughed as she rinsed the soap out of her hair. “But I don’t like washing my hair while in the shower. Something about the shampoo running down my body annoys me.”

“Yeah?” I replied and nodded. I licked my lips and had to adjust my dick at the thought of picturing what she described. The idea of seeing suds against her pretty ass skin had my mouth watering.

“Yep,” she finished rinsing her hair to rewash it. I sat there, cold from the air blasting on my ass, but I wasn’t moving until she was done.

After she washed her hair a second time, she rinsed it, twisted some water from her hair, lathered it with conditioner, and got up. She twisted her hair into a ball on the top of her head, then put a plastic shower cap on it.

“You done?”

“Not quite.” Fable pointed to the towel beside me, and I handed it to her. I’ll rinse this out after I shower.” She wrapped the towel tightly around her head, walked to the shower, and turned it on.

“What you gotta do after that?” I asked.

“I’ll blow dry it, then straighten it for the week so I don’t have to do too much to it; why?” She removed the towel wrapped around her body and then stripped out of her swimsuit.

“Just asking.” I licked my lips and took her in. I don’t know what I was expecting after we had sex, but for Fable to be comfortable enough around me to get naked, wasn’t it. Not that I was complaining or anything, because I wasn’t; I didn’t know how she would move. I liked this shit, though.

When I had this house built, I knew I wanted glass shower walls but couldn’t tell anyone why.

Now I understood why: seeing Fable wash was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

She wasn’t paying attention to me; she was rubbing her body with her African net in her own little world.

Actually, seeing the soap suds slide down her body compared to just imagining them had my dick hard as fuck.

I adjusted it in my shorts and shook my head.

I’d just got out of her pussy not even an hour ago, and here I was, wishing I was back in it.

“Ay, how much longer will you be in there?” I asked Fable as I adjusted my dick again. I was two seconds away from pulling my shit out to give it more space.

“I don’t know, why?” she asked, staring at me through the glass door. Her eyes dropped to my dick, and she licked her lips.

“Stop staring at my shit before it is down your throat,” I said.

Fable gave me a sexy smile, then slowly lowered to her knees. I jumped off the counter, removed my shorts, and opened the shower door. I stepped in, grabbed the soap she had on the bar, opened it, and she reached up and took it from my hands.

“I still got chlorine from the pool on me,” I said.

She poured the soap into her African net, quickly rubbed it together then grabbed my dick.

I bit into my bottom lip as I watched her wash my dick and balls, making sure that she got it cleaned, then dropped the net.

I stepped into the water, rinsed the soap off my dick, then turned around to face Fable.

She gently stroked my dick, never breaking eye contact with me, then swallowed me.

I wasn’t a little nigga, and neither was my dick, but Fable swallowed my shit. She cupped my balls, and I had to put my hands on top of my head to keep from grabbing on her shit.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she sucked. She hollowed her cheeks and breathed through her nose as she held me hostage in her mouth.

She was making a suckling motion with her mouth, and the tip of my dick started tingling.

“What the entire fuck?” I slapped my hand against the shower wall and shook my head. “Don’t do that shit again.”

Fable slowly pulled my dick from her mouth, then turned it up and licked from the bottom from my balls to the head.

Her hand that was playing with my balls was replaced with her warm mouth, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Don’t do what again?” she asked as she traced the head of my dick with her tongue.

“That thing you did with your mouth,” I answered, and she smirked.

“Oh, you mean this?” She put my dick back in her mouth and did the suckling motion again. My knees damn near buckled, and my toes curled.

“Fable,” I said in a warning tone, but she didn’t take me seriously. She kept doing that shit, and I started seeing spots. My fist went to my mouth, and I had to bite it to keep from doing some embarrassing shit like screaming. There was no way in hell head was supposed to feel like this. “Fuck!”

Fable kept sucking, changing her speed from fast quick sucks to long and slow.

My head was so damn gone I wanted to pray and thank God for this woman.

I slammed my hand against the shower wall again and shook my head.

“Dear God, thank you,” I finally said, not caring.

“Thank you for her, thank you for letting her people fuck up. Shit!” She started going fast again.

“I swear I won’t hurt her; she can have whatever she wants.

I’ll behave as long as she doesn’t leave me and does this shit every fucking day!

” Her little hands gripped the parts of my dick that weren’t in her mouth and started working me over.

“Oh, nah, not every day. I can’t handle head like this every day.

Every other day! And I swear to you, I’ll eat her pussy every chance I get and give her dick!

Lord, just don’t take her from me ever!”

My nut erupted, and Fable swallowed it. I dropped my head, staring down at her.

Her demented ass let my dick slowly fall from her mouth, placed a kiss on it, wiped the rim of her mouth, then stood.

Her hand went around my neck, and for a second, I felt like a bitch.

“You won’t experience that again until this monitor is off my ankle,” she said, kissing my cheek.

She let my neck go, pushed the shower door open, and stepped out. “Don’t forget to say amen.”

“Amen,” I said as she closed the door. I watched her grab a towel from the cabinet, wrap it around her body, and exit the bathroom. “I’m in love.”

“You ain’t gotta work on the stuff for the bakery today,” I said as I pulled Fable back to me when she got out of bed. How the fuck she got up without an alarm was beyond me, but I wasn’t ready to get up yet.

“Yes, I do,” she said as she stretched, then tried to move my arm from around her, but I held her tighter. “Pyrite, I need to get up for real.”

“Why?” I asked, then kissed the back of her head. “We can just be bum niggas today.”

“You can be a bum, but I’m working,” she said, shaking her head.

“Can you be a bum with me?” I yawned. “Like in an hour or two.”

“No,” she laughed. “I’m getting up. You enjoy your next hour or two.”

“Nah,” I said, finally letting her go. I rolled onto my back, threw my arm over my face, and yawned. “I’m getting up.”

“You don’t have to,” she said as she got up from the bed.