“You’re a good problem to have, Bird.” His voice was so low and deep it sounded like a growl.
“Get in, Demi,” Charlie said.
“Nah.”
Demi couldn’t be commanded. He moved when he was compelled to move and not a second sooner. Charlie lifted her head and let the water from the rainfall showerhead drench her. Eyes closed, she held her breath. By the time she looked back down, he was sharing her space and pulling her locs so that he could fit in the space between her shoulder and neck. He existed there for a moment so tender it seemed like a lifetime passed before he ravished her. Charlie was a rag doll in his possession. Demi towered her as he swallowed her tongue. He was so aggressive, but somehow Charlie had never felt safer. This sin was great, but this love was greater. Some things were worth damnation. Demi was like that split second before you made a bad decision. That moment when you still have a chance to do the right thing, but somehow you still decide against it.
“Demi, we can’t take all day,” she moaned. “Your friends are waiting. I’ve got to impress their girlfriends and their wives. I can’t keep them waiting.”
“We can do what we want in this home that we made, Bird. It’s ours,” he said. He held her chin tightly in the ‘U’ of his hand,staring at her with an intensity so high that she felt heat rising in her body. From her toes to her calves to her clit, to her breasts, pebbling her nipples.
“Just me and you,” Charlie whispered as she touched his face, cupping it in her soft hands. He tensed. “They’re clean, Demi.”
He captured her wrist and lowered her hand. Dick on top of dick, the kind you rode for hours. His girth filled her hand, and Charlie sucked in air as she rubbed her clit against his tip. He loved when she built anticipation. Charlie’s desire was growing by the second. She kissed him and stroked him, and bit his bottom lip before she guided him to heaven.
“Oh shit.” His expression was a compliment. She loved how vocal this beast of a man was at her command. Demi was the type of man who wasn’t moved to react easily, and Charlie loved the control she had over him in bed.
As her back met the wall, Charlie felt his need. There was a pulse that manifested when they fucked. His dick was a life source, and she could feel the beat of his heart inside her with every stroke. He was thick, so thick that it felt like he would split her from front to back if he abused the privilege of her access. He never did, though. He hit it just right, every fucking night, and it was a feeling she was addicted to. Her legs shook uncontrollably.
“Demi, baby, Demi, baby, baby!”
He didn’t give a damn who heard her. His house, his pussy, niggas could leave if they wanted to. In fact, he hoped they did so he could spend his evening doing precisely this.
“I love this shit.” His praises slipped out before he could stop them.
Charlie’s depths made Demi feel like he had never had a piece of pussy a day of his life. It took all his willpower not to finish first. Charlie had become more than an indulgence; she was an addiction. She was the high he had been missing his entire life.
They were exact opposites. Charlie was disorganized and chaotic. If it weren’t for the maid he hired weekly, their home would be in disarray. Demi was orderly. Everything in his heart, his mind, and life had a place. Charlie came into his life like a storm, tearing up everything in her path. She disrupted every sense of normalcy he had built up in his life. He had known he couldn’t live without her from the first time he had heard her voice, and when he had looked in her eyes, tsk, it was over. Demi wasn’t a cheating-ass nigga, but at first sight, he had committed to breaking every vow he had ever taken for Charlie. Meeting her had signified the beginning of the end of his marriage. He had risked it all for her, and he would risk it all again if any nigga ever tried her.
“You’re mine, Bird,” Demi said. So possessive. She loved that shit.
“And you’re mine,” she whimpered. “All mine, boy.”
His pleasure was like a hum of masculinity as he stroked her with aggression, gripping her ass so tightly she knew his fingerprint would leave a bruise. His pulse coached her heartbeat as he throbbed there, in lust so satisfying it was hard to stop. So, they didn’t. Not ever. There were no delayed orgasms, only the promise of mutual satisfaction whenever they made love.
“Demi, don’t cum inside me,” she whispered, face twisted as he fucked her deeply.
“Hmm,” he groaned. “Fuck, Bird.” Her words fell on deaf ears.
“Demiiii, Demiii!” She didn’t scream his name to stroke his ego; it was the exhilaration that made her praise him. What else did you do on a rollercoaster besides hold on tight and scream while enjoying the rush? She could feel him throbbing, and every stroke met her swollen clit. The pressure and the way he anchored himself in that pussy for a moment before pulling out made good sense evade her. When he looked down and sawthe evidence of her on his manhood, he pressed his forehead to hers. He flipped Bird’s 135lbs in many positions, but missionary was his favorite and only with her. Deep strokes while tasting her tongue and hearing her moan in his mouth was the ultimate vibe. It was a different level of connection.
“Look at me,” she whispered, cupping his face. When Demi opened his eyes, he got lost in her stare. She sucked him in like he was falling down a rabbit hole.
“I feel so good with you. I’ve never felt like this.” She said it in the softest tone as she came.
“Say, mannnn, fuckkk.” Demi didn’t pull out, and it was on purpose. “I’m never not leaving my seed in you, Bird. I want every room in this house to have babies.”
Love felt a lot like a drug, and Charlie was floating. “How did you fall so deep in love?” she scoffed.
“How could a nigga not?” Demi shot back.
He made her feel so valuable, like someone he wanted to protect. Like she provided a necessity to him that he couldn’t live without. It was oxygen, water, and Bird for Demi. “I’m so grateful for you, Demi. I see myself through your eyes and it makes me wonder how I was so blind before. I wasn’t always good to myself. I want to be selfish with me for a little while, with you. All I need is us.”
The water fell around them, and Demi cornered her, putting his hands on the shower walls and stealing her lips. “Nah, not just us, Bird,” he said.
He was hard again and before she knew it, she was taking deep strokes and digging fingernails into his back. He was so intense, the heaviest thing that her heart had ever carried, and she sometimes felt the fatigue from that. Demi didn’t rush. He didn’t care who they had waiting. They made love for close to an hour before exhaustion and multiple orgasms forced them to stop. Charlie’s body hummed as Demi placed a hand on herstomach. Discomfort loomed over Charlie as she turned to the water, washed and rinsed quickly and then hurried out of the shower.
“Don’t take too long,” she said.
