“Life,” she answered somberly, finishing the rest of her sandwich.
“Why is that?” Heavy picked up his cup and took another sip.
Her eyes darted across the table to his once again.
“Because it’s messy… and ugly. Lately, I’ve been wondering what exactly the point is. You live and you die.” She grabbed her drink and tipped it to her lips.
“It’s time to cut you off.” Heavy stood and grabbed her now empty cup from her.
He tossed both his and hers into a nearby can before heading to the bathroom. Giselle sighed and picked up her phone from the table. She was sitting on thirty percent and showing that it was now almost 10:00 p.m. It was still raining like Noah’s ark was about to roll in. It had been hours, and the power hadn’t come back up either. She texted Maisie to let her know she was good, but the day was starting to catch up to her.
After Giselle finished the sandwich, she washed it down with water before taking the pillow and climbing onto the couch to lie down. Normally, she’d curl up, watching some home renovation show, but since there was no TV, she closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come for her soon.
By the time Heavy stepped out of the bathroom, Giselle was halfway to her dreams, legs on display as she hugged up to the pillow. His dick stretched against his thigh, begging for a release as he inched closer to her. Her natural pheromones mixed with a combination of all the liquor had his spine tingling, and the blood rushing right to his tool. Giselle had kicked the cover to the opposite side of the couch, so he picked it up to drape over her. Reaching out, he swiped some of her thick hair out of her face and admired her. Instantly, he knew this girl would bring trouble into his life if he allowed her. Heavy didn’t do monogamy or claim women as his own, but he damn sure was no stranger to getting pussy. The women he dealt with typically knew their position and played it.
Giselle was invasive, and he got the feeling she didn’t play by anybody’s rules. Her eyes fluttered open from his touch, thinking she had to be dreaming. When they latched onto his, a group of butterflies danced in her belly while her middle throbbed and threatened to ruin her panties. With lust also reflective in his gaze, his heart drummed against his ribcage, and Heavy tempted fate. His hand drifted further, resting against her thigh, and watching her breathing change as she shifted onto her back against the arm of the sofa. Goosebumps popped up all over her rich, buttermilk skin, but she didn’t reject him.
The liquor and the warm glow of what was left of the candles burning had them both throwing caution to the wind. Giselle fisted Heavy’s shirt and drew him closer. Parting her legs with his muscular frame, he sank into her soft, warm folds with his mouth hovering an inch above hers. She locked her arms acrosshis shoulders, and their mouths fused together in a heated lip lock. Feeding her tongue and deepening his possession of her, Heavy clamped large, heated fingers around her hips. Soft moans slipped through her lips when he reached down to pull the shirt over her head. Her erect nipples stared back at him, begging to be sucked. He lowered his mouth to one, suckling it and circling it slowly with his tongue before switching to the other to show it the same attention. The way his hand cupped each one gently and applied just the right amount of pleasure had her ready to burst.
“Mmm!” Giselle purred, panties now drenched with her own juices.
This was not something she would usually submit to, but the rough gentleness in how Heavy handled her left her lying there, relearning how to breathe. His hands weren’t smooth like the men she’d previously been with. His were strong and rough in some places due to him using them every day, but she didn’t mind. He peppered kisses along her body, pausing at her fresh kitty. When she showered, she decided to allow herself to air dry since she was soaked down to the bone.
Burying his face against her mound, Heavy inhaled before latching on for a taste. The swirl of his tongue against her bud as he applied additional pressure to her pearl left her digging her nails into the sofa cushions. Heavy had never tasted anything so sweet as her juices poured over his tongue.
He licked her clean before tracing kisses up her shivering limbs, paying special attention to her breasts again before trailing soft pecks along her neck. A tender gaze from him when he pulled back left her chest aching before he captured her lips again. His demanding and passionate eyes were hungry for something she herself was starving for. Giselle locked her arms around him, feeding him her tongue and tasting herself all over his.
Gripping his shaft, he guided the tip to her warm center. He buried himself in her snug walls inch by inch, and his breath rushed out of him. After a few strokes, her sweet essence covered his dick. Pushing further inside her, he glided slowly over that spot that made her gasp, pushing her to the brink. Giselle hissed from the sensation of his long, deep stroke. A hot, searing bolt of pleasure struck through her, and his manly grunt sent her walls clamping around his dick as she came.
“Yes!” she screamed when his fingers sank deeper into her flesh.
Heavy’s hips rotated, and he gripped one of her legs, propping it up with her knee and his elbow locked together so he could go deeper. Her slippery wet walls pulsed around his dick, bringing her to him and closing any space between them. His tip tingled before every part of him exploded in ecstasy.
Gasping for air, Giselle threw her head back, feeling his manhood jerk as his seeds spilled inside her.
“Mmm.” She licked her lips, pleasure burning her thighs while desire still loomed in the air, coiling in every corner.
Heavy slipped out of her, but he didn’t move. Heat intensified around them but neither broke their stare. His sent her swimming with wonder while a soft smirk of mischief softened her cheeks. Scanning her body thoroughly, he wondered just how wet she could get. Most men would agree, pussy was pussy, but there were levels to that shit. Sex hit different when there was a mental and emotional connection with someone. He’d had few experiences, but he knew it to be true. He wanted the cheat code to Giselle. Every inch of her.
With the rain still beating on the roof above them, they weren’t going anywhere tonight. Studying her lips, he liked how hers were bottom heavy with a cute little dip in the middle. Heavy stole another kiss before pulling back so he could sit but allow her legs to drape over his as she curled up on the couch. Hegrabbed the quilt to cover her and reached for what was left of the blunt in the ashtray.
Giselle chuckled and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Have you ever done anything like this before?” She tucked the covers across her chest and watched him spark the blunt and bring it to his lips.
“Not exactly.” He took another pull and passed it to her.
“What does that mean?” She squinted while taking a puff.
He grabbed one of her thighs to give a massage as her head eased back into the arm of the couch.
“It means I got chicks I fuck, but I’m picky about where I put my dick, and they damn sure ain’t getting this shit raw. That was a mishap on my part.” He turned to her.
“That makes two of us,” Giselle muttered with smoke in her lungs.
“You never said why you were back here.”
Just like that, her short-lived moment of bliss came crashing down around her. Giselle inhaled again before handing off the rest of the blunt to him and tucking a hand behind her head. Her eyes landed on the ceiling, and Heavy caught the flicker of pain as she took a breath.
