Nahla began rocking her hips gently as her hands slid around his neck. The next movie started, but neither of them noticed, as they got lost in each other.
She began winding her hips slowly, and they moaned simultaneously. His fingers dug into her hips as she rotated them slowly. Every time her hips moved back, she rose, and when they curled forward, she descended powerfully.
“Why you always feel this good, La?”
He didn’t know if it was possible, but Nahla seemed to be getting wetter with every movement. Feeling her warmth and hearing her sexy-ass moan did it for him every time. He couldn’t get enough of how her body molded to his perfectly. Their perfect fit was driving him insane.
Cannon lifted his hands and slid his hands under her shirt, exposing her stomach as he began to massage her breasts, just so he could have something else to focus on. Nahla was constantly testing his ability to last, because she had become such an expert at pleasing him.
Everything she was doing as she rode him felt so damn good, but she was torturing him with her slow movements, so hedecided to take control. He took her by surprise when he lifted her off him then slammed her back down hard. He did it again and again before he stilled and held her in place.
“Ah!” Nahla screamed out as Cannon began grinding his pelvis into her. He thrust upward repeatedly. She moved her hands from around Cannon’s neck to her breasts as they bounced up and down wildly.
“Oh my, . . . Cannon!”
He kissed her neck then, without warning, flipped her on her back. He pressed her knees toward her ears.
“Wassup, baby?” he asked.
Just as Nahla was about to reply, Cannon delivered a series of hard thrusts that had both of them unraveling. Seconds later, Nahla was shaking uncontrollably, and Cannon was pulling out of her as his body shook hard.
With the last ounce of energy Cannon had, he lay back on the pillows and brought Nahla’s body down beside him.
His chest rose and fell beneath Nahla’s cheek. They were still wrapped in their blankets and surrounded by pillows as they strived to steady their breathing and muster up enough energy to go inside. It had started raining harder, but neither of them seemed to care.
Nahla dragged her fingers lazily along Cannon’s abdomen, tracing faint lines of his muscles. As sensitive as he usually was to her touch, he didn’t even have the energy to react. Nahla had worn him out. She began to caress his arm next, and Cannon’s eyes closed because her soft touch was lulling him to sleep.
After a few minutes had passed, Nahla called his name, prompting him to open his eyes.
“Wassup, baby?” Cannon asked, lazily.
“Can you please tell me about your time in the Marines now?”
Cannon paused. He looked down and realized her eyes and her hand were on his Marine tattoo. Not wanting to kill the vibe, but not wanting to go there after having such a good night, he said, “Not tonight, Nahla.”
In a soft voice, she asked, “Not tonight, or not ever?”
“Nahla Avery,” Cannon said. “We’ve been havin’ a good ass night. Can we keep doin’ that?”
Talking about that shit was sure to put him in a messed-up headspace. He hadn’t avoided the topic altogether all these years for no reason.
She sat up a little. “I don’t want to ruin our night. I feel like you know everything important about me, but I only find out small pieces of you, and it’s not because you open up to me. I know you were in the Marines because I noticed your tattoo. I know you had a best friend who was apparently a big part of your life because he popped up on you.
“I feel like I make it so easy for you to know me, Cannon. I just want to know you too.”
Cannon sat up, causing Nahla to straighten up completely.
“You can know me, Nahla. But I just said I didn’t want to go there tonight.”
“Which is what you said the last time I asked.”
Cannon chuckled.
“Why do you always have to push, Nahla? I ain’t one of your stories, man.”
“Why do you always have to shut me out?” she clapped back, ignoring the second part of his statement.
“I’m not shutting you out, but you don’t listen. I’ve been cool talkin’ about everything under the sun with you, Nahla. I just asked you to give me some time with this one part of my past. Nobody wants to be out here arguin’ with your nosy ass right now, but you just can’t help pushin’ niggas. You can’t help but push till you get your damn story, and I ain’t fuckin’ with that at all.” Cannon stood. “I ain’t your fuckin’ story, Nahla,” he repeated before going inside. He needed a minute to himself.
