Shea Butter Baby by Ari Lennox & J. Cole"You crossed my mind a thousand times, the cost was fine, I draw the line"

The sound of Marvin Gaye's Ain't No Mountain High Enough blasted through David's speakers and circulated around their home. Sage giggled at how goofy he was being during their task of moving some of her belongings in. He carried the last of the boxes that contained her photos and photo albums. Most of her possessions were moved in by the moving service she hired the day she broke the news to her parents.

She thought she would feel a relief when she broke free from their constraints but all she felt was regret and guilt. She was enamored with the idea of sharing a home with David but that's where the joy stopped. Now she had a relationship with her parents seemingly beyond impairable and the constant voices in her head wondering if she did this at the right time. If not now, when?

As soon as she left her dad's office that day she put everything in motion. He was still paying for private school until she graduated but he froze up her accounts. Luckily, she transferred all her money in several new bank accounts beforehand. Money wasn't her problem, particularly because her boyfriend is swimming in it. Also, having money her whole life allowed her to be unphased by it. The main connection she lost was the little emotional connection she had with her parents.

"Why you thinkin' so hard, mama?" Dave flicked her lips playfully. She was seated at the kitchen bar with her chin in her hands, she didn't know she was leering off up until then. He came up behind her and placed his head on top of hers. He smelled of her favorite cologne.

"Mm, nun ya." She joked. She turned her head and caught his lips but before she could pull back he grabbed her face, deepening the kiss.

"You're here to stay," he mumbled against her lips. His large hands cupped her cheeks as he pecked her nose and then her lips again.

"Always." She confirmed. He tugged her hands and led her to their room, pushing her lightly on the bed. She stared up at his perfect face, full of tattoos that meant everything to him. It was like the puzzle pieces, they fit each part perfectly. Dave slid off his white crisp tee, revealing more tattoos. Sage wasted no time tracing his tattoos with her fingers.

"You like my tattoos, huh?" His voice was like silk. She just nodded her head. not really in the mood for talking. She lifted her head up from the bed slowly, unbuckling his pants while David stared down at her, admiring her beauty and gentleness. A classic.

"I just wanna taste you," she whispered, like she was trying to tell a secret. His member unsprung and she took it into her mouth softly. Her hands filling in all the work her mouth couldn't do. David moaned loudly as she bobbed her head back and forth. Before she went faster he gained enough strength to pull her mouth off of him. He lifted her up, tonguing her and pushing her back on to the bed.

He took in her appearance, her mouth was wet and pink as ever and her curls in an even messier bun. He pulled off her sweats and panties and tossed them on the floor, "Turn around for me." His voice was assertive and that turned Sage on. She knew exactly what he meant by that order and did just that but on her hands and knees, arched.

Dave caught his breath as she looked back at him, waiting for him to continue his plan. He stroked his penis one more time before rubbing her entrance, allowing her juices to wet his fingers. Her face planted on the pillow waiting to take whatever he gave her. "I'm ready," she pouted.

He grabbed her ass and entered her, his rhythm started deliberate but then the speed picked up with every stroke. She lifted her head, her eyes rolling back every now and then until she came. He always managed to get her there before him, him following soon behind. After pulling out, he pulled up his boxers and collapsed on the bed. Sage crawled over to him, sitting on top of his member. "You too tired for round two?"

He looked up at her, a devious look in her eye. "Nah, as long as you on top." And that she did.

***

Ella was peacefully sleeping on Aubrey's lap, her hair fanned out around her. The day was peaceful for the duo, surprisingly. When she arrived at his door, she seemed sleepy and just in need of someone's presence. Her hair was out but frizzy and her face was free of any makeup so he could see the dark circles under her eyes, very unlike her. She was normally put together but Aubrey thought she was beautiful all the same. He just pulled her inside and told her to sit on the couch and wait as he made her favorite tea.

For a while, she sipped on the tea and just accepted affection from Aubrey. He kissed her forehead and her face, rubbing her back when she fell asleep on his lap shortly after. He didn't know what was wrong but he knew he had to be there for her. Sometimes Aubrey couldn't believe she was young, but other times he would think back to when he was her age and found he had years on him beyond his age too. Experience aged them.

He started humming when she began to toss and turn, trying to calm her again. Soon, she stopped and fluttered her eyes open, picking her head up. "Hi," he simply said. He held her cheek, rubbing his thumb on her skin.

"I just needed you," she murmured, leaning into his hand. She felt the gold rings press against her skin. He loved wearing gold.

"I know. I'm here, Lala," he chuckled. He remembered that about her being an old nickname. She playfully swatted him and half smiled, loving every minute of being with him today.

"Thank you." But before he could respond, his phone buzzed signaling an incoming call. He picked it up and saw it was the club managers from the other night who agreed to funneling his drugs at their location.

"Yo!" He answered. He was kind of annoyed at the disruption but it was business per usual. Sometimes he wishes he could just drop it all if it meant more peace in his life.

"Listen, about our agreement, we might have to breach it..." He sounded like he was scared to say it and he should be.

"Fuck allat, you ain't breachin' shit. What's this bullshit, bro?" He was getting annoyed at what this man just told him, this fucked with their sales. "Why you on my phone with this shit?'

"Man, business is business, someone came with a better price, that's all." He tried to reason.

Aubrey quirked an eyebrow. "Who?" He asked curiously.

"He just went by Critch, he's just a kid. His family is super wealthy though." He explained.

He knew first hand he couldn't argue with someone following better money because that's what he would do. He hesitated before saying anything else because he didn't really know what to argue. He couldn't threaten him, instead it was war with whoever this kid was. "Yo, I'mma talk to you later," he rushed off the phone. He had to talk to David.

Endnote: I wish my problems were Sage problems. When your hot boyfriend asks you to move in with him >>>