“You’veum…you’ve pleasured me. I think I should return the favor.”
“Baby, you don’t have to do that. I like pleasing you. I don’t do it for anything in return.”
She peered up at me. “Well, I don’t know anything about oral pleasure, but I could give you something.”
Before I could reiterate that she didn’t have to, she took my dick in her soft hand and began to stroke it. I closed my eyes, and I inhaled deeply. I hadn’t been with a woman in months and hadn’t self-pleasured in about as long. Her gentle strokes slowly pulled a moan from me.
“Shit…”
I felt her soft lips against my neck, causing my head to drop back. She trailed kisses from my neck to my chest before gently grabbing my chin and pulling my lips to hers. As our lips and tongues intertwined, she continued to stroke my dick. The blood in my veins was rushing, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I erupted.
“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.
“I love you, too, baby. So fucking much.”
I turned her so her back was to my front. While she continued to stroke me, I reached around and parted her lower lips with one hand while the other toyed with her pebbled nipple. With the first swipe against her swollen clit, I found her soaking wet.
I pinched her nipple harder as I nuzzled my nose into her curls.
“Does pleasing me turn you on, Layah?” I asked.
Her response came out as a breathy “Yes.”
I loved that she was discovering her sexual desires after years of abuse. Some people were never the same after that.
As I strummed her clit, I gently sank my teeth into her shoulder, causing a whimper to come from her.
“Killian…”
“You can take it,” I whispered. “I feel you throbbing for me, baby. I love that shit.”
She gasped as I bit harder and stroked her faster.
“Oh my God…”
“Right there…that’s it, mama. You feel so good to me, Layah.”
Her body trembled against mine. When her free hand gripped the hand I was stroking her with, I knew I had her. Her soft strokes to my dick became firmer as she bucked against my hand.
“Finish for me, love. I want to feel you all over these fingers.”
That had her head dropping back and her mouth opening. Before she could cry out, I clamped a hand around her mouth. Muffled cries beat against my hand as she came against the other. The sweet sounds pushed my nut forward, shooting out of me and hitting the shower floor.
“Shit!”
Once she quieted down, I released her mouth, and an exasperated breath expelled from her lips. I chuckled as I pulled my fingers away and turned her to face me. She peered up at me in a drunken gaze as I painted those juicy lips with her essence before kissing it off.
When I pulled away, her eyes were still closed.
“Baby?” I called.
“Hmm?”
“You okay?”
She nodded.“Mmm-hmm.”
I smirked. “Let’s wash up and get out of here before they start gossiping.”
