His fingers back inside while he continued to devour her like she was the last meal. Just like that, she was back letting herself float away under his touch. Aurora raked her nails over his head and released her cries of pleasure.
“Khalif,” she stammered, feeling her body come apart at the seams. “I’m. Shit. Khalif!”
“Let it go. Give it to me,” he coached, proud he’d found the equation to make her fall apart in his hold. “Come apart.”
Aurora came apart on the counter clawing at the top of his head, her thighs squeezing so tight they threatened to take his head off of his shoulders. He would have let her. Khalif cleaned his plate before kissing back up her body and finding her pouty lips.
Her hands reached into his sweatpants, finding the dick behind the print that had been taunting her. Thick. Long. Heavy. Khalif stepped back slightly so she could pull it out and observe it. Even complexion, slightly darker than the rest of him. Free of blemishes – that was important.
“Is it clean? You’re not going to give me anything I have to go to the doctor for or can’t get rid of?”
Khalif shook his head. “Clean, haven’t slept with her in months. You?”
“It’s been a long time. Clean. I have an IUD, so trapping you isn’t possible,” Aurora shared. “So…make me remember how beautiful I can feel.”
seven
. . .
Aurora tookin every inch of how majestic Khalif was. All six feet four inches and two hundred and fifty-two pounds of braun. Tattoos etched into his golden skin from his neck down to the cut that led Aurora’s eyes to his dick. Usually, she was the one men stared at with desire, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away.
Khalif stood at the edge of his California king, admiring how she admired him. His muscles flexed without trying. He was just…
“You’re beautiful. I know what I asked for, but my God,” Aurora finally said breathlessly.
Khalif chuckled confidently despite how rocky his spirit had felt before spotting Aurora trying to make an escape from his almost-wedding. “The things I want to do to you have nothing to do with God.”
Aurora’s skin flushed. “Honestly, they should because how’d He make you so damn…beautiful? How does someone leave all of this?”
She removed herself from the bed and stood before him, her bra on one of the stairs. Their ascent to the room was slow anderotic. Aurora’s leaning over the banister while Khalif’s tongue created a road map from her ankles to the apex of her thighs.
“I think while you’ve made me feel beautiful, I should continue, at least for tonight making you feel seen. Like the man you are.”
While Aurora squatted in front of him, she dragged her hand down his chest. “Can I do that? Treat you like the man you are?”
Khalif reached down and bundled her raw tresses in his hand and nipped his lip. “Yeah. Do what you do, mama.”
There was something about the way Khalif trilledmamathat turned Aurora into a puddle again.
“I like that,” she hummed, kissing the rosewood-hued tip of his hardness. Then she licked the length and moaned. “A lot, actually. Say it again.”
Aurora took him in inch by girthy, corded inch, expanding her throat and maintaining her suction. Eye contact, balanced on her toes, one hand pressed against his tattooed thigh, and the other dancing between her folds.
Khalif bit his lip, watching her give back what she had happily received. How she made him disappear and reappear was magical. His toes curled while trying to get his brain to understand how he’d spent so many years neglected, only to be handled the way he was now.
“Gobble that shit up, mama,” he hissed, unlocking another level to Aurora. Her eyes closed, each hand holding onto his thighs as she gave him her best. She was great at leaving a lasting impression as a dancer, but as a lover, what she gave was exclusive.
Aurora released his heaviness from her mouth to ask, “You want to cum?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Then do it.” Back inside her mouth, she sucked and slurped him up until her reward was spurting down her throat,accompanied by a groan, knee buckle, and grip of her makeshift ponytail while Khalif leaned into Aurora rearranging him.
Nut blind, Khalif pulled himself out of her suction and gripped her chin. “You gon’ have me out here fucked up, Aurora.”
He pulled her upward, snatching her off of her feet. A few short steps back to the middle of the bed, Khalif had Aurora spread open, chin and neck gripped in his palm. Her lips were possessed by his again, tongues wrestling and pressing at her opening.
“You ready?” Khalif quizzed, knowing exactly who he was in the bedroom and on the field – a beast. A man and pro-bowler who took his possessions seriously.
