With all the boldness I ever had, I leaned up and kissed Nash’s lips. He returned it. Our lips moved slowly together as our tonguestangled,causing small moans to slip from my mouth. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, dropping it onto the floor. Everything else soon followed my shirt, along with hisclothes too. Our bodies felt good against each other, causing me to squirm against him. His hands traveled down my body and gripped my ass.
Nash grasped the back of my thighs and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me to thebed. He gently laid me down and covered my body with his. His tongue was deep down my throat as I played in his hair. All too soon, he pulled his lips from mine and trailed kisses down my body. Squeezing my breasts in his hands, he played with my nipples before he latched on to one. I gasped and quivered. Nash’s mouth had a mind of its own as it paid attention to both of my nipples.
“Nash, please.”
“I’m going to take good care ofyou, baby,” he whispered, continuing his kissing journey.
My skin burned from having his lips on me. The pleasure I felt made me blissful. I was ready to explode. He hadn’t even put the dick in my life yet. What was he doing to me?
I bit down on my bottom lip when his breath fanned my sex. This man knew how to eat some pussy. Nash took me to paradise and back again before. This time, I wanted to go toheaven, and I knew he’ddeliver too.
Nash opened my legs, placing them over his shoulders. The lick he gave my flesh caused me to cry out and arch my back to get closer to his mouth. He licked and sucked on my clit so good that the moans that slipped outof mymouthwere embarrassing. I was sure I saw heaven before he brought me back to earth. I was on a high I had never been on before.
“Oh, Nash. Ohhh! Please don’t stop!” I gripped his head and held him in place. I didn’t want him to move from between my legs.
Nash mumbled something I couldn’t makeout, nor did I care. I just wanted him to keep doing what he did, which was to make me feel good. All toosoon,he released my pussy, andI groaned in disappointment.
Nash chuckled. “You’ll be okay.”
He rubbed his erection against myflesh,causing me to move with him. I was too damn eager to feel him buried deep insideme. I felt the tip of his dick at the entrance of my opening. Heseemed to be takinghis time, but I wanted him to get it done.
“I’m not made of glass, Nash.Please,just do me real good.”
He lowered his head and kissed my lips as he pushed his inches inside of me. I gasped in his mouth and moved with him. He stroked in andout,stealing my breatheach time. I made sure I moved with him, causing groans to slip from his mouth.
Nash flipped us, andI smiled wickedly. I loved to ride, so he was about to get the best ride of his life. With my head thrown back and my back arched, I moved up and down on him. A roar of thunder sounded out in the distance as rain poured on the rooftop. That didn’t stop my show as I rode Nashton as if he were a bull.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Oh, damn,” he groaned, grasping my hips andthrustingupward. I cried out and bounced up and down on him.
Our sounds of pleasure filled thebedroom,mixed with the rain that beat against the window and roof. My body was on the verge of erupting.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned again. “You feel good as hell.”
I only moaned in response. If only Nash knew how good he felt when hewas burieddeep inside me.
“Ahh! Ohhh! Nash! I’m not going to last!” I squealedastears threatened to spill down my face.
“Then don’t.” He panted. “Let go, baby.”
That was all he needed to say before I reached my release. His deep groans let me know he wasn’t far behind me.
I rested my face on Nash’s chest, trying to catch my breath. Gosh, he wore me out and hadn’t let up when I climaxed. He kept going and going, keeping me on a high that had me calling out his name repeatedly.
“Damn, that was good,” he declared, kissing my forehead.
I could only smile and close my eyes, ready to take another nap. Nash had worn me out, but I welcomed it. He reached for the covers and pulled them over us, and I sighed deeply, getting pulled into a deep slumber.
“That’s right,my little fighter. Punch that bag,” Nash coached me, causing me to giggle. He was too much and had been since we walked into the gym early Saturday morning.
It was his idea to get up and work out before we start our day. Now, he wanted me to start if I was up for it. I gave in, but I told him it wouldn’t be an everyday thing.
“Stop making me laugh,” I protested with a glare that he waved off. I had a feeling he wouldn’t take me seriously, and I was glad he didn’t, since I wasn’t for real.
“Nah, don’t do that. You wanted to learn to punch the bag, so you got to do it right. Do it as I showed you. Remember right, left, left, right.”
I nodded and followed instructions. It seemed easy to do, but it got tiring after a while, especially when I wanted it to be perfect.
“That’s it. Now switch your leg technique as if you were in a boxing ring.”
