At that moment, I truly understood what the phrase “to make someone’s blood boil” was all about. I could feel my temperature rise as she told me about the first time he’d put his hands on her. When she only nodded after I’d asked her what he’d done after my visit to their apartment, I saw red. And to know he tried to give some whack ass apology? Nah, he wasn’t getting off that damn easy. But she didn’t need to know that, so I kept that information to myself.
“You don’t have to tell me yet.”
I brought my attention back to her face and her eyes that were now filled with sadness. I didn’t want her to feel rejected, but I wasn’t ready to reveal that ugly part of my past. I knew it was hypocritical of me to have gotten on her for lying to me about her ex, and here I was, withholding information about my history. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I tilted her head up to mine and pressed my lips to hers.
There was some resistance on her end. She still wanted to talk. I didn’t. Her resistance melted away as she opened up and moaned into my mouth. The sound immediately shot to my dick, causing it to jump in my boxer briefs. I bent at the knees, not breaking contact with her lips, placing my hands behind her knees and standing, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her fingers came up, grabbing at my shoulders and pulling me closer. The tension in my groin grew as I carried her down the hall, and we barely made it halfway up the stairs before I had to lay her down. The heat from her core against my waist had my dick ready for entry. But first, I wanted to taste her.
Breaking free of her lips, I pushed her back against the carpeted steps and eased the oversized T-shirt up over her hips. I used my shoulders to push her legs apart. At that moment, I looked up to see her glazed eyes peering down at me, her lower lip tucked in between her teeth, anticipating my next move. Keeping my eyes on her, I lowered my head and swiped my tongue over her tight button. A loud gasp escaped Chanel’s mouth as her head fell back against the stairs.
I grinned as her sweet aroma floated up to my nostrils, and my stomach muscles tightened in anticipation. Pulling her clit in between my lips, I sucked and rolled it between my tongue and roof of my mouth, eliciting another round of moans. I felt Chanel’s hand come up and grip the back of my head, as if to keep me in place. She didn’t have to worry about that. I was even more anxious to feel her legs tremble as she came than she was. I used my tongue and mouth to massage her sex until finally that telltale shaking of her legs commenced and a flush of moisture coated my lips. The tightening of her legs around the sides of my head encouraged me as I continued to lick her through her orgasm.
By the time she came down from her high, my dick was rock hard. I scooped her up and somehow carried her the rest of the way to my bedroom.
“Anxious much?” she questioned saucily when I placed her down on my bed and made quick work of ridding her of the T-shirt.
I didn’t bother answering. The huge bulge in my briefs was response enough. I stared down at her naked body, my mouth watering as I took in the view of her round breasts, topped with areolae the color of cocoa powder and nipples the color of dark chocolate. At that thought, my mouth watered to taste those round mounds. I didn’t even have time to make my move before I felt Chanel’s hand snake its way into my briefs, stroking me.
“See something you like?”
“That feels good, baby girl.”
“I missed you calling me baby girl.”
Our eyes connected after her confession and I swear my dick swelled even more. I’d call her ‘baby girl’ and anything else she wanted to keep this feeling between us. With her hand still on my shaft, I climbed onto the bed over top of her, easing her onto her back and making room for myself between her legs. Reaching over her head to the nightstand, I opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom.
“Push my boxers down,” I instructed, right before dipping my head and sucking on Chanel’s earlobe. She did as requested in the midst of more moans. With my boxers down around past my hips, I pulled back, tearing open the condom wrapper. I briefly noticed Chanel’s eyelids raise when I covered myself, but neither one of us had time to think as I covered her mouth with mine and slid inside her moistness.
We groaned into each other’s mouths as I filled her all the way up to the hilt. Taking both her hands and intertwining her fingers with mine, I raised them over her head against the pillows, using our hands as leverage to lift my upper body up slightly. I needed to look down at her as I plowed in and out of her. Her eyelids were half-closed, mouth agape, forehead wrinkled as she took me deep inside her.
“Look at me.” I pulled almost all of the way out. When she finally looked up, I forcefully pushed all the way back in and swiveled my hips against hers to make contact with her swollen clit.
“This pussy is mine, right?”
“X—ah!”
Any admittance to my question was cut off by another downstroke.
“I can’t hear you. This is mine, right?”
“Ye—” Another plunge of my hips.
“What was that?” I questioned through gritted teeth.
“Dammit, Xavier!” she hissed at me.
I chuckled and raised her arms even farther over her head. I lowered my head, so my lips just brushed over hers.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours.”
“You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
A rush of heat shot through my entire body and I bottomed out in her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to crest, the tightening of her walls gripping my dick and bringing about my orgasm. I lowered my head to the space in between her head and shoulder and grunted. Her arms tightened around my shoulders as her legs tightened around my hips.
When I finally caught my breath and realized I’d been laying my entire body weight on top of her, I adjusted our positions so she was sprawled out on top of me. My body shivered at the light touch of her fingers grazing my chest.
