Nyna’s eyes were still closed. “Yes. Unless I’m dreaming.”
“You’re not. ‘Cause I’m not.”
“Are you okay with breaking that rule?” Nyna posed her eyes slowly opening.
He smirked softly. “Memory serves me right you get messy and I got a green light but not on her good couch.”
Nyna groaned. “I’m going to have to get my own spot and convince her to move.”
DJ offered her one more kiss before ungluing himself from her and standing. Nyna sat up finding the evidence he was goingto break the rule and maybe her in the process pressed against his gray sweats.
“Don’t worry about that. I got it handled.” DJ reached down and pulled her off of the couch into his arms. Nyna’s legs wrapped around him body and her arms draped over his shoulders.
“I missed that the most,” Nyna crooned between slow calculated kisses.
DJ gave her just enough to make her melt but left her suspended for more. “Whatever you need me to handle consider it done.”
“I’ve been dreaming about feeling you, can you handle that?”
He smirked against her lips. “You gon’ moan in my ear and not hold that shit back from me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll make it happen.”
Back in her bedroom still decorated how it was before she left, DJ laid her down. Savoring her lips greedily, he nipped, licked and sucked them until they were swollen. He moved down her body – neck, shoulders, chest and breast once her shirt was removed. If he spotted a blemish or residual scar he kissed it. Down her midsection he stopped at the shorts, looking up finding her eyes on him. DJ gripped the waistband, biting a grunt as he slid them down her legs. He smiled finding her treasure.
“Pretty muhfucka,” he grumbled rubbing his fingers over her sleekness covered in slickness of her nectar. “If you never said you missed me she would’ve told on you.”
“She has no sense of space and time,” Nyna whimpered feeling a finger slip inside of her. Her walls tightened as DJ pushed the second inside and massaged her bud with his thumb.
“You’ve been like this since yesterday?” he asked that arrogant smirk forming over his lips.
“Any time I thought about you this…mmm…this happened,” she fought her way through the feeling to revel in the massage of his fingers. He found her spots with ease.
“Good to know,” he mumbled moving his thumb and replacing it with his mouth.
Nyna gasped and grabbed her breast. Her motions alone proved that not only had she been disrespected she’d been neglected too. That only made him go hard and attempt to start making up their years apart.
She moaned his name. “DJ. Mmm. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t.”
Her hips rolled over his face in a frenzy, wetting the space from his nose to his chin. DJ now, flat on his stomach, palmed her hips rolling his neck not giving a damn about the mess she was making over him. He only pulled back to direct her.
“Turn over, pillow underneath you baby,” he groaned watching Nyna grab the pillow and do what he said. He pushed her knees up and went back to feasting on her.
Nyna’s hands gripped the sheets, her moans a little higher as she gushed, dripped and oozed over him and the sheets. The climax hit her, causing her to pant into the pillow. DJ kissed each cheek and pulled back to remove his shirt and pants. Back on the bed, on his knees he balanced his body over hers.
“All of you, let me feel it. Please,” she softly commanded feeling the weight and width of him expand her opening. “Ohh, baby.”
“Mmhmm,” he grunted fighting his way inside her tightness. Once fully inside he groaned in her ear feeling her pussy tremble, contract and contort around his size. “Still mine.”
“Always been yours,” she moaned as he stroked.
DJ laced his fingers in hers and pumped in and out giving her every inch and not sparing her. “I’m not letting you go again. You hear me?”
“I hear…yes. I …mmm. I hear you,” her words coming out laced in soft moans, pants and whimpers.
“Yeah that’s that shit. Tell me that’s that shit.”
