I shake my head, breath uneven. “Just… keep looking at me.”
My fingers find their way between my thighs. I’m nervous, shaking slightly but the look in his eyes keeps me grounded. Keeps me brave. There’s no judgment there. Just something deep. Curious. Maybe even proud. I part my legs. Just a little. The cool air hits me and I suck in a breath. I slide one finger in. It’s not smooth, it stings a little but I push through it. The almond nails too sharp, I bite the nail off my index finger. I hear him exhale, brows raised up.
My moans are quiet at first. Controlled. But they slip out anyway. He looks down once. Just once. But it’s enough to make me clench. “Don’t…” I gasp. “Don’t look away.”
He’s back instantly. Eye contact locked. Then he moves in, hands rubbing slow circles on my thighs. His touch is warm. Big. Comforting. Like he’s grounding me, holding me while I come undone.
“When you look at me… ” I whisper, “I feel like you control what I feel. Like… the more you look, the closer I get. When you look away… it fades.” He leans in. Just enough for his breath to hit my cheek. I feel so seen I almost flinch. I lower myself to the floor, legs spreading further, instinct taking over.
My back arches, hips tilt. He presses his fingers gently on top of mine. The added pressure makes everything snap. It hits me. Hard. And then his lips are on my neck, soft, calculated. Right at the place that makes my toes curl. My veins hum. My thighs tremble. I shudder, gasping his name like a broken chant.
“N-Nick… Nick… Nickoiii—”
My body tightens. Liquid heat flows down the back of my thighs. I cry out, high-pitched, not caring who hears. His name comes out in pieces. I feel my walls spasm around my fingers. I see stars.
I lose control and he’s right there. “See?” he murmurs, lips against my ear.
“You release all the tension… and mi never had to do a thing… so now yuh nuh that dependent.” His voice sends another rush through me. I’m trembling. And I’m in love with him, in this moment, in this silence, in his restraint.
I reach for him without thinking, my fingers curling around his dick. He’s already hard. Heavy. So warm it makes my breath catch. He doesn’t say a word, but his jaw clenches just slightly and I know it’s working. His chest barely moves, but I feel the tension rippling under his calm. He’s trying not to show how good this feels. Which only makes me want to push further. I look up at him through my lashes, and then down, to the swollen tip of him. He’s leaking already. A clear bead glistens at the crown, catching the light, slick and tempting. I lean forward, tongue peeking out to taste it. I lick the precum up slow, let it coat my tongue like syrup, my eyes never leaving his. His breath hitches again, this time sharper. Still silent, but I see the twitch in his brow, the only giveaway he’s not as unbothered as he’s pretending to be. I kiss the head, softly. A tease. His eyes narrow, his lips part just slightly, like he’s holding something back. Something primal. Then I open my mouth wider, and take him in.
It’s not perfect at first, he’s thick, and the stretch is deep, but I breathe through it. My tongue flattens underneath him, mouth adjusting to his size. I moan around him without meaning to. The sound vibrates up his shaft and his hand flexes at his side. Still, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t force anything. Just watches.
That’s what wrecks me the most. The way he lets me do this. On my own time. On my own terms. But the power? Still his.
I find a rhythm slow, steady, deliberate. My lips seal around him, my head bobs gently, tongue swirling with every pull. He’s so warm in my mouth, pulsing against the roof, thick and perfect and mine right now. He finally moves, just his hand brushing my hair back from my face with a care that almost makes my knees buckle. It’s a silent kind of praise. A quiet claim.
“You learning,” he murmurs, voice low and gravel-rich. “Quick, too.”
He taught me. That’s the craziest part, now I’m trying to impress him. I hum in response, and he groans, deep and slow. The sound floods my stomach with heat. I want more of that. I suck harder, take him deeper. Let him slide down my throat just enough for my eyes to sting. I don’t care.
He tastes like control. Like sin. Like a man who knows what he has and who he’s giving it to. I pull back with a pop, licking up the side of him. Then I kiss my way back to the top, another drop of precum waiting for me. I catch it again, this time dragging my tongue over the slit with just enough pressure to make his knees shift.
His voice is strained now. “Zaraaa.” My name, coming from his mouth, sounds like it means something more than just who I am.
I take him again, deeper this time, letting him hit the back of my throat before pulling back and stroking the rest with my hand. My other hand trails along his thigh, nails scratching lightly. He sucks in air between his teeth, finally breaking. His hips twitch, just once. His control cracks. His body’s telling on him now. I know what’s coming. He stiffens, thighs locking, abs tightening and I don’t stop. I want all of it. The first pulse hits the back of my throat, hot and thick. Then more. A slow, steady spill. I swallow it down, every drop. I close my eyes for a moment andbreathe him in, savor him. His taste, the sound of his groan, the quiet storm in his body as he comes undone in mine. When I pull away, he’s still staring, focused, but softened in the edges now. I lick my lips slowly, tasting the salt, letting the moment stretch between us.
He crouches down, one hand under my chin, his thumb brushing just below my lip.“Yuh love dat?” he asks, low and serious.
I nod, slow. My legs still shaky, my heart trying to find its rhythm again.We start showering again. Weneedto. He’s using one hand held shower spray and I’m using the other one on the other side. He gets out before me. I stay back to do my skincare, blushing and taking breaks each time a flashback hits me.
The moment I got in our room, he’s seated on the bed in a Lv shorts, no shirt, showing off his muscles and tats and his favorite kappa slides. My eyes flies to the glass rails. I think it’s my hormones, when an image of me being bent over in front of the rails flashes in my brain. I fight the urge and pull my draw, reaching for a lace panty.
“Can I tell you suh’m?” I turn, no longer reaching for the panties.
The moment I stand in front of him, naked, his eyes darkens. My hips curvy, breast firm, I know I’m sexy, that’s why I’m standing in front of him like this. Lust dripping from his eyes. He just had me in five sex positions just by his stare alone.
“Wah you want say to me?” he tilts his head back.
I cross my thighs. That gets him.
I climb onto his lap, straddling him slowly, eyes locked. He watches me the whole time, barely blinking. I press my palms against his chest and push him back firm, not asking. His back hits the silk sheets with a soft thud, muscles rippling beneath my hands. I dip my face into the warmth of his neck, lips brushing his skin.
“I want you to take me on the balcony,” I whisper, breath shaky. “Bend me over. Make me scream loud enough for the whole world to hear. Can… I have that?” He grins slowly, like danger.
“Anything yuh want… yuh get, Mami,” he murmurs, voice thick and possessive. One arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer. The other comes down hard on my ass cheek, the slap echoing through the room. “Who fa world?”
“My world,” I breathe into his ear.
