“It soothes me.”
“So can I.”
I couldn’t deny her. She stood tall. I watched in amazement as she turned, heading toward the other end of the pool. On the way, her hands lifted over her head, pulling my shirt along with them. By the time she touched the first step, her body was bare. My dick was hard. My troubles were gone.
She lured me with her gaze. Gracefully, she lowered her body. No panties. No bottoms. No top.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Sit down, Ishmael.”
“Ro–”
“I’m not trying to strip you of your power. I trust your leadership. I trust your guidance. I trust you. But, I need you to sit down. I need you to allow me this moment. I need you to understand that this is where my power lies. And, I won’t let you strip that from me.Or you.”
My ass was on the concrete and my dick was out of my briefs before she could further explain.
Royce hovered over me. Slowly, she lowered her pussy onto my hardness. I swallowed back the taste of weed. I needed to taste her on my tongue.
“I don’t like begging, Ishmael.”
“You don’t have to for something that is yours.”
“It felt like it.”
“I’m sorry, my baby.Fuck.”
Her shit engulfed me. I rested my head against her chest, unable to maintain my gaze. The sound of her heartbeat lulled me to a safer place. A quieter place. A place where my problems didn’t exist.
Royce’s ability to govern me so effortlessly when her pussy was exposed and her walls were surrounding me needed to be analyzed. I was powerless. All that I had was transferred the moment our bodies connected.
“Ish,” she moaned, grabbing my chin.
We were nose to nose. Mouth to mouth. Eye to eye.
“My baby–”
She rolled her body, tugging on my dick with each stroke of her pussy.
“When I said I’d handle it, I meant you, too.”
Her breasts were against my chest. Hard like rocks. Yet soft like pillows.
“Worry me.”
She made her mark on my heart.
“Worry me with your troubles.”
Her pussy was petitioning for my eruption.
“Worry me with your fears.”
She rolled slowly.
“Worry me with your desires.”
Her voice cracked with emotion.
