“I don’t have condoms,” I say.Shit. “I haven’t carried any on me since…since you’ve been here.”
It wasn’t a conscious decision to not restock my wallet. Unprotected sex is a nonstarter, regardless of the person or the situation. I never paid attention because I wasn’t having sex.
“I’ll run to the store.” On two wheels with no brakes. I’m knocking the lining out of Miriam’s pussy.
“When’s the last time you got tested?” she asks.
“A month ago.” I grab my pants. “Players get a full exam before the season starts.”
She bites her lip. “I haven’t been sexually active for half a decade. If your tests are negative, I’m on birth control.”
It takes a second for what she said to register.
“Are you sure, Doe?” I blink to refocus. My heart is pounding in my chest, and all of the blood in my body has rerouted south.
Her stare doesn’t waver when she nods. “I’m trusting you with my heart and my body.”
My phone flies out of my hands as I make my way to the bed. I catch it and give it to her. She scrolls through the lab results.
“I’d never jeopardize your health or intentionally break your heart,” I tell her. “I can’t guarantee I won’t do or say something to piss you off, but you’re safe with me. I’m also okay with waiting.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she whispers.
I cup her face and press my mouth to hers. My thumbs run over her jaw as my tongue traces her lips. She opens to dip her tongue into my mouth, the sensation of her smooth lips exploding through my chest.
Kissing Miriam is a spiritual practice, one my body craves in every way. The fact that I’m with her right now is still a shock to my system. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do her.
My senses spin with the scent of rose oil as I press her into the bed. Heat prickles my skin at her nails denting my shoulders. She sheds her skirt and turtleneck to reveal the soft lines drawn through every one of my fantasies.
Full hips.
Wide thighs.
Her black bra and thong don’t do her body justice. Miriam was made for worship, so I fall to my knees at the altar of her thighs.
I kiss my way up her creamy legs, which she parts. My tongue traces a beauty mark, exciting her breath in long, surrendering moans. She trembles when my nose presses to her satin thong. She’s soaked.
“Fuck, Doe. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I inhale sharp, flatten my tongue for a long swipe up the silken material, and groan.
“I’m addicted to your taste,” I hum over her skin. I pull the thong to the side to marvel at her pussy. Juices pool at her opening in an invitation for me to latch on to her pearl. I pull her clit between my lips, massaging the bundle of nerves in targeted strokes.
“Antonio,” Miriam pants, her fingers digging into my scalp. My girl loves getting her pussy ate, and I’m happy to oblige. I thrust my tongue inside and push her thighs further apart.
“Play with your titties,” I command. “Let me see those nipples.”
She moans and lowers her bra straps, freeing her breasts and those deep brown areolas. Her lip rolls between her teeth as her fingers twist her tight nipples. I suck harder and ease two fingers inside of her to strum her G-spot. Her breasts bounce, and her legs jerk until her toes curl. She showers my mouth with her juices that drip down my beard. I blow on her opening and pull her clit back into my mouth.
That’s one.
“Oh my—” She gasps for air. “I want to personally thank your mother for having you. Does she like fruit baskets?”
I lift my head and snicker. “Ask her yourself when you meet her.”
“She’s getting a fruit—uhh!” Miriam whines as her pussy sucks my fingers. I take a nipple into my mouth and bite. “Oh, she’s getting a hand-picked basket. I’ll pick the mangos myself in Panamaaaa!”
That’s two.
The pressure against her G-spot rips the air from her lungs. I pull out my soaked fingers, wrap them around my dick, and revel as her eyes widen and her lips part with each stroke.
