He flicked her clit faster, pulling it back to his warm tongue then pushing it forward until Lauren’s nectar rained down. He didn’t miss one drop. A grown-ass man, he still applied pressure, sucking gently and placing soft kisses on it to make the beating he had put on her pussy better.
She was good and wet before he even attempted to enter her again. She was so damn tender that she came again, just from him going inside, and it made her want to bring him pleasure. She threw it back at him, matching him stroke for stroke, gruntfor passionate grunt. Lauren felt every vein of his manhood as he stretched her. It was the best dick she had ever had. She felt her ass moving around him, jiggling, and the light taps of appreciation Nyair gave her told her he appreciated the view. He smacked that ass with just enough sting to offer encouragement for her to take it, and took it she did. When he reached around her and choked her without missing one stroke from the back, she felt real tears fall from her eyes.
“I’ma have to pull out this pussy, Lo. Stop throwing it at a nigga so good,” he growled in her ear. She hit circles with her hips and Nyair groaned with so much passion as he caught his vibe.
“Fuckkk.” His seed spilled all over the place. All over her, all over the bed, and she reached for him, feeling his eruption pulse through him; she rubbed his throbbing dick all over her clit, grinding it hard until she exploded again. How many times would she feel this bliss in one night? How many times could he make her? It was like an unending loop of orgasms and her legs shook uncontrollably from the pleasure.
She collapsed onto the bed, and the intimacy didn’t stop. She felt the kiss to the back of her shoulder and then felt his weight lift from the bed. Heavy steps crossed the hardwood and the guest bathroom creaked open. The sound of water ran for awhile, she guessed waiting for warmth because it took her hot water heater a minute to kick out hot water in the dead of winter. When he came back and wiped her down, she turned to face him.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He chuckled. “You make a nigga feel like the milkman,” he replied.
She giggled light-heartedly. It was the lightest her heart had been since she was in college.
“You just make me feel like I’m worth working for, worth pleasing,” she explained.
“Don’t let one unappreciative mu’fucka make you think all men view you the same. A real man knows when he in good company.”
Lauren felt safe. She felt seen. She felt equal, like her satisfaction mattered as much, if not more, than the man she had just given herself to. “I really don’t know what this is, Ny, but I know what’s it not, and I appreciate you for being my introduction to dating after a long marriage. This could have been incredibly awkward and uncomfortable for me. But it’s refreshing, and it’s fun, and it feels incredible. You remind me of my worth.”
He winked at her and then retrieved his clothes from the floor. “You remind me of a woman’s value, Lo.”
She stood, wrapping herself in the sheet, and he stared down at her.
Such a lovely couple, yet not a couple at all. They were an arrangement of coincidence and spontaneity, and chemistry. How difficult would it be to pull this off? To be together for real? Did he even want that? Should she even seek that after being in a marriage for so long? She was too old to follow her heart. She had to follow her senses and her senses told her to walk this path slowly. The sex was probably even too fast, but the way her body was humming like an old car that had just been taken in for an oil change, she had zero regrets. Most times, a man’s sex clouded a woman’s judgment. Nyair had cleared hers.
“I feel so empowered, Ny, but a little bad, like I have you out here betraying God or something,” Lauren said, only half-joking.
“Betraying is a strong sentiment, Lo,” Nyair said. “I’m doing something, though. The whole pre-marital sex thing is conformity that I struggle with. Women don’t understand that part. It’s why I’m either abstaining or completely addicted to a woman. The way that thing hitting, Lo, I’ma find myself in sometrouble with you. I’m a man, though, Lo. Like, a real man and I have needs. I thought I had it under control until tonight. The need you make a nigga feel is ridiculous,” he said, gripping her ass and pulling her into his body. He was hard for her again, and Lauren’s eyes fluttered as her mouth fell agape.
“Look at you. The way you call to a nigga without saying one word. Mouth open like you want my tongue there. Pussy wet…” He reached between her legs. She was soaked. “…like you want my dick there.”
“I do,” she whispered.
“This shit is gonna be a problem for me,” he admitted, but he was already pulling out again and slipping inside of her. He fit so well. He leaned her onto the bed, and they fell into a rhythm.
“Nyair,” she moaned. “I can’t stop cumming with you.”
“Mom?” The knock that came with the interruption sucked all the passion from the room. They were like two busted teenagers, scrambling to appear decent.
“One second, baby!” Lauren shouted, voice shaking. “Get your clothes on!” She hissed at Nyair.
“Is Coach Ny in there with you? I see his car outside,” DJ said.
“Oh my god, oh my god, this is not okay,” Lauren whispered, panicking. DJ had never seen her with any man except his father. This felt like she had misstepped in her motherhood.
“Take a breath,” Nyair whispered, grabbing her by the shoulders. “I can handle your son.”
“It’s not your place to handle him, Ny.” Lauren scrambled to get decent, and she fingered her hair, trying to make herself presentable before cracking the door and simultaneously pondering how she would explain this mishap to Demi because surely DJ was going to tell him.
“What are you doing up?” She asked.
“I just couldn’t sleep,” DJ stated. He peeked around Lauren. “Is Coach Ny in there?”
Ny pulled the door open.
“Yeah, man, I was just spending some time with your mom. I’m sorry if I took you off guard, man. I should have run that by you first; make sure you were comfortable with me getting to know your mom better.”
