"Sweetheart, the night is just getting started." Kwame winked at me.
The limo driver drove us from the airport to downtown Cleveland. Kwame's eyes' followed me as the driver helped me out of the limo when we reached our destination. We arrived in the front of Zanzibar Soul Fusion, an upscale soul food restaurant in downtown Cleveland. He shook his head and bit down on his bottom lip.
"You look so damn good. All I wanna do is skip dinner."
"We can always eat fast." I joked.
When we walked into Zanzibar, the hostess led us to a private area that had been reserved for us. I couldn't help but smile at this man. We sat down next to each other at the tiny, intimate table and Kwame wasted no time in touching me. His hand rested on the inside of my warm thigh. I noticed that he inched his way up until his fingers rested at the opening of my honey pot. I found myself being way past the point of being hot and bothered. I felt like my entire body had been set on fire. It was a fire that I looked forward being quenched by the end of the night.
The white linen tablecloth concealed Kwame and his actions and to a random person it looked as though his hand was resting under the table. Kwame used this to his advantage. After our dinner order was taken, Kwame advanced two fingers inside my tight vagina and it caused me let out a subtle moan one of pleasure and slight discomfort. The amount of pleasure I received in that moment had me wanting to climb the damn wall but we were in public so I had to keep my composure.
"Damn Ma. You so wet … I can't wait." Kwame licked his lips trying his best to maintain a certain level of composure but I could see he had been slowly losing the battle. I didn't even know what the hell we ordered and at this point I didn't even care. All I focused on was how good Kwame's fingers felt inside of me. I could only imagine what he would feel like inside of me.
Before I knew it Kwame had paid for our dinner that he ended up having the waitress bagging up for us because we barely ate a bite and we made our way back to the limo. This time his hands explored my body freely. We didn't say one word to each other the entire ride back to the plane. Our bodies said exactly what needed to be said and it spoke the language that had existed between our hearts.
When the limo arrived back at the plane, my heart began picking up its pace. It felt like we were in a scene straight out of the middle of a romantic movie in which we were the superstars. I knew where we were headed I had never been before and I couldn't help but have a certain level of nervousness. Kwame took me by the hand and led me up the steps of the plane but instead of leading me to where we previously sat he led me toward the back of the plane. As we got closer I realized there was a miniature bedroom suite with a queen size bed and bathroom. It had been concealed with a door so that's why I didn't see it when we first got on the plane. My eyes were immediately drawn to the chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream that sat on the bedside table on a decorative silver platter.
Kwame took me into his arms and planted a huge, passionate kiss on my lips and then laid me on the bed.
"Kwame I want to remind you that I've never done this before." My nervousness allowed my personal disclaimer to escape from my lips before I had a chance to catch myself. I immediately felt like an idiot.
"Baby relax. We're not about to do that right now. Trust me it will happen at some point tonight but I'm patient. I'm gonna take my time with it." Kwame replied and hearing him say that made me feel at ease.
"I just want you to relax and enjoy this babe." Kwame said lifting the first strawberry from the tray and lifting it to my mouth. I took a delicate bite from the juicy strawberry and tasting the milk chocolate it had been covered in was delicious.
"How was that?"
"That was probably the juiciest strawberry I ever had."
He picked up another strawberry and covered it in whipped cream and then lifted it to my mouth. This time my entire mouth ended up being covered in whipped cream.
"Aww look. We made a mess, let me help you with that." Kwame started removing the excess cream with his mouth giving me soft, sweet kisses in between. He'd managed to clean my face up just before we landed and by the time the pilot landed our plane we had retreated to the middle of the plane in the seats where we sat before.
"Now for the biggest surprise of tonight. I'll need to blindfold you for this one." Kwame pulled out a black silk scarf and wrapped it across my face. My night had already been perfect and to think he still wasn't done. I clutched his hand tightly and allowed him to lead me down the stairs. My nerves were all over the place and I didn't know what to expect next. Kwame continued to lead me and then stopped without warning.
"Okay stand right here." He instructed. He then removed my blindfold and said for me to keep my eyes closed.
"On the count of three I want you to open your eyes."
One
Two
Three
When my eyes opened, I saw a cotton candy pink BMW wrapped in a huge bow sitting in front of me.
"Oh my God is this truck for me?"
"Of course what I look like driving around in a pink car and shit." Kwame laughed.
"You have a point." I giggled.
"So I went and copped you a BMW truck."
I jumped up and down tripping out like I was a mad woman.
"Oh my God! I can't believe this is my truck!"
"Yes baby. It's all yours. Let's check it out. Get in."
"You want me to drive?" I asked getting excited.
"Hell naw. Not yet. I'm not trying to have you kill us on your birthday. I'll drive sweetie." Kwame joked and I hit him playfully in the arm. He opened the passenger's side door for me so I could get inside and that's when I realized this inside was just as fire as the outside had been. The interior of the car had custom pink leather with my name stitched in black on the two front seats. The dashboard and middle console was wood grain and there was also an iPod which had already been docked in its station.
"So you like it?"
"Kwame, I love it." I replied and then started to cry.
"Aww babe why you crying boo?"
"Because no one has ever done anything for me like this in my entire life … never."
"Well there's always a first time for everything. I want you to enjoy our ride home in your brand new truck baby." Kwame smiled which caused me to smile in between my tears.
Kwame had become my knight in shining armor. The one person that stepped in when everyone else stepped out. I had never been in love to know what it felt like but it had to feel similar to the feeling I experienced in this moment. I felt pure joy in my heart and my soul. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that I was slowly falling in love with Kwame.
"Kwame, I … I … I love you." I struggled to say but there was something on the inside of me that needed to say it. There lie a part deep inside of me that needed to declare it to the world. Somehow even though saying it had been an initial struggle it felt as natural as breathing once I released it.
"Kyhanna, I love you too." He confessed right after I said it to him. It was in that moment that I knew that Kwame confessed his love for me from the conviction of his soul. He didn't have to do anything to show his love for me because I could just feel it. You know how we don't have to actually see God to feel his presence and to know that he's there. That's how real Kwame's love for me felt.
My heart had been in such a good place and at the heart of adversity I seemed to receive my greatest blessing. Just when I thought my life had completely been ruined had been the very moment he sent me Kwame as a reminder that I was still in the game. He pulled in the driveway parking my truck next to his in the garage and we got out and went inside the house.
"What can I say Kwame? I am completely speechless. You have done things for me today that I've never imagined. I don't even know what else to say."
"Say that you'll let me give you the last gift before tonight is over."
"And that gift is?"
"Me." He answered. I paused momentarily trying to get myself prepared to give up the one thing I held onto for the past sixteen years. Kwame looked into my eyes trying to figure out what my response would be. When I smiled, he held out his hand and we walked up the stairs that were lined in rose petals to his bedroom. Although I'd slept in bed with him, we had never done what we were getting ready to do.