I came over to her, stood behind her, towering over her, and it was easy to wrap my arms around her tiny waist. I looked at us in the mirror, taking in how good we looked together. I placed kisses on her back, and shoulders, as I dropped my hands, putting them on her waist, and then I put them inside her yoga pants, so that I could rub onto her bare ass, and after doing that for a few seconds, I pulled my hands out. I wanted to feel on her entire body, but I needed to get in the tub, wipe this filth off me, so I restrained myself, and I didn’t touch her the way that I really wanted to.
I stepped back, so that I could remove the shirt that I was wearing, along with the wife beater. Dionne stood at the counter still, eyes on me through the mirror, watching me. I unbuckled the jeans that I had on, stepped out of them. I watched her turn around, put her back against the counter, prop her hands up on the counter too, and it’s almost like she wanted first row seats for the moment my dick popped out of my briefs.
I pulled my briefs down quickly, and just like we both knew, my dick made its grand entrance, pointing towards the ceiling.
I stepped out of my socks, while Dionne had her eyes on my dick the entire time. She removed her bra, where I was met with those pretty titties again, and then she pulled her tights, and her panties off. I whistled at the sight of her beautiful body. Nothing was out of place. That shit was perfect.
She walked over to the tub, where the water had filled up perfectly, and she stepped inside. She sat down, and she looked over at me. I walked over to the tub, stepped inside, just to make sure that shit wasn’t too hot because Dionne liked to take baths, and showers that would feel like hell. The water was okay, so I placed my other leg in.
“Sit in front of me. I want to take out your hair,” she announced.
I got in, and I sat in front of her, just like she wanted me to. For the first time in the past few hours, a nigga felt like I was breathing again, once my head hit her breast, and I allowed myself to relax.
Dionne was behind me, and for a few minutes, she didn’t do anything. She just kept her arms wrapped around me, and then she eventually leaned in, and placed kisses on my neck. That went on for a few minutes. Soon after, she took the twists out of my hair. She was able to get them out quickly, and the products that I had in here to wash my hair, she used them.
I moaned through the full fifteen minutes that it took her to wash my hair. That shit felt so fuckin good. Her touch was so soft, and sensual. I didn’t have to do shit while I was in this tub with her because she took care of everything for me. She took my braids out, washed my hair, and body squeaky clean, and the only thing that I had to do was sit back, and receive.
The tub we were in was huge, so it wasn’t like we were fighting for space while we were inside. When Dionne finished, I had her get in front of me, so that I could wash her body as well. I finished, and she climbed in my lap, straddling me. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and she was looking me in my eyes. Soap suds were on her breast, so I leaned in, so that I could suck it off her nipples. As I was doing that, she put a hand in my wet curls, rubbing it around, and softly moaning at what I was doing. My dick was hard as I sucked on her nipples, enjoying that chocolate taste.
“Let me eat some pussy, baby. I stressed you. Let daddy make up for it,” I announced, leaning back, ready to start eating.
I didn’t have to say it twice because she quickly stood her naked body up, put that pussy right in my face, and before I started eating from her, I kissed away the soap suds that wasthere. Next, my hands went on the side of the tub, and I closed my eyes, and feasted on that pussy. I was tongue kissing her clit, as she stood up, pussy leaking down my beard, grinding her pussy against my tongue, moaning loudly, sounding as if she was in heaven.
“Tankkkkkkkk…... Godddddddd,” she cried out, her body bucking for a second, where she paused, stopped grinding, and I used this moment to really go in, attacking her pussy with my tongue, and within seconds, her body was shaking, she threw her head back, and she started cumming.
She tried to move her body, but that’s when I took my hands off the side of the tub, put them on her ass cheeks, so that I could spread them, and keep her in place.
“Wait. I want another one. Your juices taste so good, baby. Let me get a second one out of you,” I voiced, not missing a beat because I was still eating her.
I licked all over that pussy, having my tongue go into her ass too, which I licked as well. I removed one hand from her ass, so that I could stick three fingers in her pussy from the back, where I started slowly finger fuckin her to match the beat of what my tongue was doing. That combo had her speaking in tongue, making it hard to understand what she was saying.
“Look down, baby. I want you to see the mess you’re about to make,” I coached her from up under, knowing her body so well, that I knew she was seconds away from cumming.
Her legs started shaking again, her voice got caught in her throat, and she pushed out fluids, as she started cumming for me, doing that shit long, and hard.
“Ok... ok... ok... Tank, Okayyyyy,” she whined, snapping her legs closed against my head, trying to get the fuck away from me.
I let her tap out, and when she did, she lowered her body down into my lap, put her hands on my shoulders, where she was panting.
“Taste it. I left some for you to taste, baby,” I let her know.
On some straight nasty shit, she sucked her left over juices off my tongue, licked away the ones that were on the side of my mouth, and it was on from there. The tongue kissing started, and I reached my hands up, taking that claw clip out of her hair, so that her hair could fall down her back. Next, I allowed my hands to run up and down her back, go down to her waist, where I lifted her, held onto the base of my dick, and I made her shit on that shit.
“Hmmmmmmmmm…… Don’t fuck back…. Tank…. It’s deeepppp,” she moaned, eyes on me, looking like she wanted to cry.
By now, when it came to sex with us, I knew the shit that Dionne did and didn’t like. She didn’t like when she would ride, and I would fuck from beneath. She said the pressure would be too much. She liked to control it, but I was one of those people where I got off when my baby was riding, and I thrust my hips, meeting her in the middle. The pressure was a motha fucka though because I would give her deep thrusts, needing her to feel every inch of that dick that was buried inside her.
“I only like fuckin you when that dick is buried deep inside you. You feel me in there?” I asked, putting a hand on the back of her head, so that I could pull her my way. I wanted her closer. I wanted her face damn near touching mine, so I could be closer to her when she started cumming.
“I feel youuuuu… Daddy…. I feel you… Tankkkkkk…. Fuck me slowerrrrrr,” she moaned, eyes rolling.
I did the opposite of what she asked me to do because in seconds, I found her spot from up under, drilled on her shit, stopping the steady flow that we had going on, and she started cumming in seconds.
“Damn baby. Shit! Let me get it from the back. That pussy so fuckin good,” I had no choice but to say, as I stood her up, and made her turn around, facing the mirror.
She leaned her body over the tub, and I went behind her, got low in a squatting position, and I slapped the back of her pussy with my heavy dick, and I pushed inside of her, giving her deep strokes.
“You fuckinnnnn me differentttttt,” she moaned, turning her head, so that she could look at me over her shoulder.
