“Then what are you waiting for?”
I lifted my T-shirt over my head and tossed it in the corner. Her eyes widened when they landed on my dick print, which had filled the front of my pants while the head played peekaboo with the waistline.
I smirked as I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, my dick remaining at attention as I moved. I slid into bed, and she scooted as close to me as she could. Her body was tense, and her nervousness was apparent.
“If you’re sure about this, I need you to relax.”
“I’m sorry. It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
“Over two years.”
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, baby.”
“Most men wouldn’t give me so many chances to change my mind.”
“I’m not most men. I want you to want this as much as I do.”
“I do.”
As our lips connected, I pulled her on top, and she straddled me. I was careful not to let the head of my dick near her opening. Our soft, slow kisses became rough and passionate the longer we stayed connected. I caressed her ass before squeezing and pressing, encouraging her to grind against me. I wanted her pussy to be leaking with desire before I buried my face between her thighs.
She lifted her body, causing our mouths to disconnect, and I cupped her breasts, bringing them together. Her hands were above my head, pressed against the pillow, holding her up, as I slid my tongue back and forth over each nipple. The grinding below became more intense the more I licked and sucked.
“Mmm, shit,” she moaned.
I used my thumb and index finger to pinch one nipple while biting the other. Her moans became louder as she slid her pussy up and down the length of my dick.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I’m cummin’!”
I wasn’t surprised she came before we got to the good part, considering it had been so long since she had sex. I hate I didn’t catch her first nut in my mouth while she rode my face, but we’d have to save that for another time.
Without warning, I flipped her onto her back, dipped underneath the comforter, and put her legs on my shoulders. She was still whirling from her orgasm, but when my mouth latched onto her pussy, she screamed my name to my heart’s delight.
“Graham! Oh my God! Graham!”
Naryah’s pussy was sopping wet, and the more I licked, the gushier it became. She tasted like honeydew melon on a hot summer day, and I couldn’t get enough. With every swipe of my tongue, I wanted more.
When her dam broke again, her body went into a frenzy, and I did my damnedest to catch every ounce of her juices in my mouth. What I missed landed on my chin, dripped down my neck, and settled on my chest.
“Please, get away from me,” she said through measured breaths.
Her legs fell from my shoulders, and she made a weak attempt to push me away. As much as I wanted my dick to visit the deepest parts of her pussy, she wasn’t ready.
I openedmy eyes to the most beautiful, calming sight . . . Graham’s face. He looked peaceful, serene, and as if he didn’t have a care in the world. It was hard to believe a man with such a tranquil presence spent most of his life chasing criminals, but I guess it made sense.
Thoughts of the night before came to mind, and I remembered everything except us having sex. I reached beneath the sheets and touched myself, and I didn’t feel sore. There was no way this man and that monster he called a penis penetrated me without leaving me sore.
I recalled being on top of him, grinding on his dick, and climaxing. I also remembered the way he ate my pussy like a starved man, but nothing after that came to mind.
As I adjusted my body, my leg brushed against his dick. Before I could stop myself, I was caressing it. If an example of morning wood was ever needed, this was it. Although the events from the night before seemed sketchy, I remember him making me cum with his mouth. The least I could do was return the favor.
I slid underneath the comforter and lifted his dick to my mouth. It was big, and I wasn’t sure I remembered how to suck dick, but I was determined to do my best. I could barely fit half of him in my mouth, so I covered the rest with my hand.
After bobbing my head up and down a few times, I swirled my tongue around the head. He began to stir, and I felt his fingers in my hair.
“Shit, baby.”
