The way Khalif was stretching her open in his pursuit to make her come undone. The deeper he pushed, the more he snatched her breath. Aurora’s eyes fluttered, trying to understand the nerves firing off and the painful pleasure.
“I don’t think,” Aurora gasped. “I don’t think I can take it.”
Khalif kissed her neck. “You can. You can take it. Trust me, I won’t hurt you. Aight?”
Aurora nodded as she gripped his shoulders, letting every stroke into her ocean steal her breath and any lingering sense. When her body adjusted to house him, the pleasure was coming over her like a flood.
“There you go. Good girl,” he grunted in her ear.
That praise made her wetter.
“Sing to me,” Khalif slurred. “Let me hear how good this is to you.”
“Kh-khalif,” Aurora fought to get out. “You…you can’t. You can’t do me, shhhiitt.”
He lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder, pushing himself deeper.
“Khaaliiiffff,” she moaned. That’s all she could do; slur and moan and wince his name. Or make sounds that made no sense. No one she’d been with came close to how Khalif was stroking, grinding, standing up in it. He flipped her over, applied just the right amount of pressure to her neck, smacked, and bit her flesh.
“Look at you, mama,” he whimpered, lost in her. “Taking that shit like it’s yours.”
Aurora looked over her shoulder, throwing her ass back and as they slammed into one another, Khalif smacked her ass. She whimpered, her climax closer and closer to erupting.
“Pretty ass. Pretty pussy. Beautiful as fuck,” he groaned, his weight pushing her down to her stomach. “I want you to cum all over this dick. Cover me.”
Aurora bit the pillow, feeling all the tension she’d experienced since the night before expand until the pressure was too much and it exploded. The silkiness of her release coated him, prompting him to quicken his strokes until the silkiness between them turned into a creamy mess.
Panting, limbs tangled, ears full of static, and eyes blind from an intense release.
“I don’t understand,” Aurora softly spoke to herself.
Khalif’s hand was on her midsection, his breath returning to normal. “What?”
“How after spinning me around, flipping me over, eating me up like a steak, do I still want more? That’s dangerous as fuck,” Aurora groaned. “I need to get out of your bed, but I can’t walk. And I’m hungry.”
Khalif laughed, softly pushing himself out of the bed.
“I won’t let you leave hungry. And I won’t let you leave without more…if that’s what you want.” He rounded the bed to her side. “Let me clean you up, mama.”
With ease, he scooped her up and carried her to the shower. Their initial session was washed from their bodies, but musclememory would have a lasting effect. That, and the sounds of their connection would play in their minds forever.
eight
. . .
“You gotme eating a full course meal three days before a game,” Khalif joked, taking a bite into the food they’d finally finished preparing.
“Me?” Aurora asked, clutching her imaginary pearls. “This was your suggestion.”
“Nah, you started this with the burger and fries.”
“Uh uh,” Aurora huffed. “I do believe it was you sweating brown liquor and regret. I assisted in fixing the situation. You should be saying thank you.”
Khalif smirked. “You right. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Aurora smiled widely before feeling like all of this was silly, too soon too fast. She changed the subject. “Why would you get married in the middle of the season? Unless she was trying to trap you?”
Khalif scoffed. “She’d be crazy to think I’d believe any child she’s carrying would ever be mine.”
