“Dancing with you,” I answered as I watched the rain fall.
Yale lifted her head and looked at me with a confused expression. “We didn’t dance,” she replied.
“I’m speaking it into existence,” I replied with a laugh. “Now let’s make it happen.”
“Fine,” she sighed as if the thought of dancing annoyed her, but I could see the smile on her face that she was trying to hide.
We got up from the ground, and I immediately pulled her to me. My arms around her waist and hers around my neck. We slowly danced around the backyard, not caring about the song playing because we were lost in our own little world. I rested my forehead against hers and smiled down at her. She was worth all the shit I was doing and about to do. Grant playing with her and fucking with Shelly this entire time would never sit right with me. If he wanted Shelly and their children, he could have been with them; Yale would’ve been good. Lightning clapped through the sky, and the rain went from a sprinkle to a downpour.
“You’re going to get sick if we stay out here,” I said as I lifted my head.
“You swear my immune system is bad,” she laughed.
“Cuz it is,” I replied, then lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me.” Yale did what I asked, and I walked her back to the house. Instead of going upstairs, I turned left out of the kitchen and walked to the sauna. I noticed it turned on earlier while looking for Yale, so I knew it was at the ideal temperature by now. I sat down on the first row instead of going to the second like I usually did, making sure that I left enough room behind me not to smash her legs.
“Now that you’ve had your dance, is your birthday wish list complete?” she asked with a smile. I rested the back of my head against the wall and shook it. “No?” Her brow went up in surprise. “What is left?”
I stared at Yale, trying to figure out if she was intentionally playing slow or if she didn’t realize how much she meant to me. I could’ve spent my birthday sitting right here the entire day aslong as she was with me, and it would’ve been perfect because she was with me.
“I got one more thing I want,” I finally said.
“Okay,” she nodded. “Tell me so it can happen.”
My left hand went from her waist to around her throat, and my thumb brushed her bottom lip. I could feel her pulse start to race, and my dick immediately bricked up. I knew she could feel it because she bit into her bottom lip and her eyes got low.
“You,” I answered, then pulled her to me. Our mouths crashed into each other, and she moaned. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, savoring the cool, minty taste mixed with hints of fruit. Our kiss was years of unfulfilled sexual tension and desire that was finally breaking free. I let her neck go and reached between our bodies to push her panties to the side. When the tip of my fingers touched bare skin, I pulled back to look at her. “Nothing?”
I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and Yale’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. My thumb went to her clit, and I traced her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. Her wet dress clung to her body, and I licked my lips at the sight of her hard nipples. Not thinking twice, I pulled my hand from her pussy and reached behind her to unzip her dress. When I had the zipper all the way down, I gathered the material from around her waist, pulled it over her head, and threw it on the floor. I sat back and took her in freely. I loved that Yale wasn’t a shy woman and boldly met my gaze, returning it.
“Stand up,” I instructed her. Yale tried to ease from my lap to stand on the floor, and I shook my head. “Nah, stand the fuck up.” I lifted her by her waist to make her stand on the bench. Her pussy was eye level, and I licked my lips. “Put your foot on the second row.” Yale did what I asked, and I palmed her ass. “Hold on to whatever you can.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I kissed the top of her pussy, then used the tip ofmy tongue to trace her lips. I sucked her clit into my mouth and looked up to see Yale’s head thrown back. Her hand went to my hair as I ate her pussy.
“Shit!” she hissed as she grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. Her hips started to move, and I gladly let her fuck my face as I continued to eat her pussy. I moved my tongue faster against her clit, then used my hand to push two fingers into her pussy. Her legs started to buckle, and I used my free hand to smack her ass. “Am.”
“Stand the fuck up,” I demanded, then smacked her ass again. Yale looked down at me, and I kept my eyes locked on her as I circled my tongue against her clit. She bit into her bottom lip, then gave me a sexy ass smile. Yale used her free hand to palm her titty and pulled at her nipple. My dick was so hard that it was hurting, but I needed her to nut before I slid into her walls. “Be a good girl and cum for me, beautiful.” I sucked on her clit harder, and Yale’s eyes started to roll in the back of her head. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm around my fingers, and I sucked harder.
“Am!” she whined, and I nodded without taking my eyes off her. I wanted to see her cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I got you,” I coached her. To ensure she was sturdy, I held onto her waist and then pulled her closer to my mouth. The thought of pulling the nut out of her and drinking her juices made my dick start to leak with pre-cum. I smacked her ass then kneaded the skin, loving the feel of it in my hand. I nipped at her clit, and her legs started to shake. I was over showing her mercy at this point and sucked on her clit so hard that I pulled the nut from her body. She squirted all over my face, and I loved that shit. I pulled my fingers from her pussy, unbuckled my pants, and pushed them and my boxer briefs down. “Come here.” I moved Yale’s leg from the bench next to my head and guided her onto my dick.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she adjusted to my size. I had the length and girth that could fuck a woman up if I wasn’t careful. If I were a selfish nigga and I didn’t give a fuck about Yale, I would’ve just slammed her into my shit, but I wasn’t that nigga. I loved her too much ever to hurt her.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” I said into her ear. Lowkey, I was happy as fuck she was taking a second because if she didn’t, I would’ve nutted two strokes in. Yale’s pussy was hot, tight, and felt perfect as fuck. I ran my hands up and down her back to keep our connection strong and waited. It felt like an eternity, but she finally started to move. “That’s it, baby.”
Yale rested her head on my shoulder and planted her feet securely on the bench, then looked up at me. Her eyes were low as fuck, but she was so damn pretty. She wrapped her hand around my throat like I’d done to her earlier and traced my bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth. I palmed her titties, pinched at her nipples, and rolled them between my fingers.
“Am?” she moaned, and I looked up to see her still watching me. “If I’m going to do this, I don’t want you to be gentle.” She panted. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
“Get up,” I roughly said, stilling her movements. Yale lifted her brow and opened her mouth to say something, but I shook my head. “Stop doing all that fucking talking and get the fuck up.” Her eyes filled with tears as she nodded and did what I said. She tried to walk out of the sauna, and I grabbed her wrist. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“You said get up,” she answered.
I stood, towering over her, and smirked. “I said get up, not get out,” I said, shaking my head. I stepped out of my shoes, pushed my pants and boxers down, and stepped out of them. Then, I took off my shirt. “Bend over and grab that bench.” I nodded at the bench behind her. Yale looked over her shoulder, then backat me, and lifted her brow. “Do we have a problem?” I stepped into her space and wrapped my hand around her throat.
“No, sir,” Yale replied in a sexy tone. The way she went from sad to confident in her sex appeal had my fucking head swimming. My dick twitched between our bodies, and she smirked. She stepped back and lifted her foot to remove her shoes.
“Nah, leave them on.” I grabbed her wrist to stop her, then licked my lips. “You look sexy as fuck.” She gave me a singular nod, then turned around, grabbed hold of the bench, and looked over her shoulder at me. In all the years of knowing and wanting Yale, I never imagined I would see her like this. She was boldly sexy yet submissive as fuck. I grabbed my dick and stroked it as I watched her watch me. “We got a problem.” I stepped behind her, lined my dick up to her opening, which was still hot and wet as fuck.
“What’s the problem?” she asked as I slowly pushed into her.
