He walked her backward until the back of her feet hit the couch. When he smacked her ass lightly, she knew it meant turn around. He bent her over the arm of the furniture, and when he entered her from behind, she moaned. His dick was so damn satisfying. It was just thick and long and full. He got up under that pussy, beating it slowly while lifting her hips and then lowering her down onto him. He wanted to beast on her, teach her a lesson about showing up without calling, but he knew she wouldn’t be able to contain herself if he did, so instead, he fell into slow motions. Nyair was breaking every rule known to his religion, but this pussy was too enticing. She had put a bow on it and dropped it off at his front door. He didn’t know how to turn it down, and if he was honest, he didn’t want to. She had been right. He had stroked his dick at the thought of her last night, butthere was nothing like the real thing. Her warmth. Her wet. So tight. Goddamn.
“Don’t run from it,” he said. “Take it, baby. Wet this dick up.”
He reached around her body and played with her clit while never missing his stroke.
“Fuckkkkkk, Nyair, baby, don’t do that like that. Oh my…sssss…” she sucked in air through clenched teeth. “What are you doing? I’ma cum. I’ma cummmmmm; oh my Goddd.”
“I know,” he whispered. He squeezed her meaty clit while flicking it, and Lauren lost her mind. Why was he strumming her love like this? She was writhing beneath him like a fish out of water because her body was so stimulated. “Save that nut for me. I ain’t done eating yet,” he whispered. “Come here,” he said as he redirected her to the cushion and pulled her thighs to the edge of the seat. He got on his knees and went right back to work, worshiping between her thighs. This woman’s work was lethal. He was eating her right into ecstasy. It felt so good, too good. “I taste you, baby; keep cumming.” He had different tricks because he was handling her body differently than he had last night, and she couldn’t choose a favorite. This orgasm was so strong that she spread her legs further.
You classless, nasty, trashy-ass bitchhhhh!She screamed in her mind as she put one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in deeper. She wondered if he could even breathe. She was drowning this man, pussy all on his nose. The part of her that couldn’t take it pushed him away with the other hand. She didn’t know if she was coming or going.
The smug look he glanced up at her with told her that he knew he had destroyed her.
“That’s what you came here for, miss lady?” he asked.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Nyair was reminded where they were, with the interruption at his door.
“Give us a few minutes. We’re in worship!” Lauren shouted.
“Pastor, your next appointment canceled,” the woman called through the door.
“Give us a bit, Alicia,” he called out. “And cancel the rest of my day!”
Lauren sat up breathlessly as they adjusted their clothes.
“I need to know that everything I’m doing to you is of your free will, Lauren. It’s important that you say it. I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage in any way because I want to test your body and your limits in ways I’m sure you haven’t experienced before,” Nyair said. He was bashful, speaking in a tone so low it felt like a warning. Her breath hitched, and her lips parted slightly in panic.
“In what ways?” She was taken. Mentally enslaved. Emotionally void. Physically bound by the possibilities. Were these ways he spoke of more of what they had been doing? Was he holding back? How could he be? The shit they had been doing was the most pleasurable sex she had experienced in her life. There was more after that?
“I know a whole lot of ways to satisfy you, baby. You got to be willing, though,” Nyair said. “And brave.”
“I’m brave,” she piped up. She sounded like a motherfucking child trying to prove that she could be big and strong.
He smiled and licked his lips at her enthusiasm.
“You’re not in your right mind, though,” Nyair whispered.
“I’m not,” she admitted. “I’m all over the place. Except when I’m with you. When I’m with you, I know exactly where I am.” She sat on the arm of the couch, and he towered over her. His hands were in her hair, caressing her face. “I’m going to have to grieve, Ny. I just prefer to do it next to you.”
“I shouldn’t be compelled by you like this, Lauren,” Nyair stated, shaking his head. “Your frame of mind should be a red flag, but it’s stunning to me. Your grief is…” He paused as he searched for the right words. The teardrop pooling in the corner of her eyes was like art. The worry lines in her forehead, like sketches under da Vinci’s pen. “It’s proof that God is an architect, Lo. He’s making a masterpiece of you, but it’s a messy job, but still so beautiful. You’re a work in progress.”
“You see God in me?” she asked.
“I feel God in you,” he replied. “When I’m inside you, I feel the universe He created inside you. A nigga want to live there, Lauren.”
Mind blown. Lauren didn’t even know what to say. She just knew what she felt, and she felt like fucking this man. “Nyair, you got to stop talking to me like this,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry you’re hurting,” Nyair said. “I’m sorry you’ve lost so much.”
“Is it possible to find something through the grief?” she asked. She placed a delicate hand to his chest, pausing him as she glanced up and into his eyes. “Someone?”
“Feels like it, don’t it?” Nyair asked. She kissed his lips, and the tension and apprehension she felt in his strong back literally melted in her hands. He was so intentional in the way he handled her. This wasn’t a leisurely peck. It was a consumption of her soul. This was romance. His hands were everywhere. She leaned back in his arms, and his tongue explored the flavors of her mouth. This type of kissing led to lovemaking that didn’t end.
“I need you in my bed,” he groaned. “Damn it, woman, it’s the middle of a workday.”
“So, put in work,” she answered. “Take me to your place.”
