The lust that flickered in his irises made her stomach quake. Tech peered at her like he wanted to eat her alive. He took one last sip of his drink before standing. “You sure?” He stared down at her, giving her one last chance to back out.
“I’m sure.”
Tech reached for her hand. Blossom placed her hand in his, and he pulled her up effortlessly. As he held onto her hand, Tech led her down a narrow hallway to a bedroom that had floor-to-ceiling windows like the other rooms she’d been in. The only light in the room came from the lights outside. The bed was huge, taking up most of the room. There was a television mounted on the wall, and the room smelled of spice. The scent was masculine. Intoxicating.
Invading her personal space, Tech studied Blossom as he wrapped one hand around her neck. “The first time is going to be quick. But after that, it’s up,” he warned her.
Blossom didn’t speak. Tech moved in and gently sank his teeth into the flesh on her neck. He softly sucked, making her lids flutter closed. His grip on her throat tightened just bit as he sucked a little harder. Before he could leave a passion mark on her skin, Tech released her. Softly, he bit her cheek before dragging his nose across her face and snaking his tongue into her mouth.
They kissed as his hands inched up her shirt and unhooked her bra. Tech pulled back and pulled Blossom’s shirt over her head. Licking his lips, he removed her bra and stared at her perky C-cups with his mouth watering. Hungrily, he pulled one of her milk chocolate-colored areolas into his mouth and sucked feverishly. Blossom’s breath hitched as he sucked harder and a bit more aggressive.
Her body warmed and mouth gaped open from the simple pleasure that Tech’s mouth was providing. Blossom’s pussy contracted, and she had never in life been so close to anorgasm just from having her breasts sucked. She wasn’t sure if she should have been alarmed or impressed. His tongue circled over her nipple before Tech locked his lips around it and slowly pulled back. Back in the day, he never kissed a woman that didn’t belong to him, but after eleven years of no sex, he was going all in with Blossom. Tech didn’t trust easily and knew some women could be as savage as men, but he trusted her. At least enough to put his mouth on her.
There was just enough light in the room for their eyes to lock. Tech’s gaze was intense as the grip he had on her neck grew a little tighter. Leaning in, he parted her lips with his tongue and kissed her so deeply that Blossom couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her. Out of all the years she’d been with Cedric, he’d never kissed her so passionately, so nasty. Her center was leaking, and all she wanted in that moment was to be penetrated. Tech knew what he was doing. Meticulously, he was preparing her body for what was to come and doing a damn good job of it.
With one swift motion, Tech pushed his joggers and boxer briefs down just past his hips. Like a Jack in the Box, his member sprang out, and he guided Blossom’s hand toward it. “You see how you got me?” he murmured against her lips.
The thick, veiny tool in her hand was slightly intimidating, but Blossom was far from a punk. Praying he was telling the truth about not having entered anyone in eleven years, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. A low hum filled the room as she took him all the way in. His head bowed slightly, and Tech refused to close his eyes. He wanted to see her mouth sucking him in…her saliva coating his dick. Tech’s chest heaved as Blossom slurped and gagged like she was having the time of her life with his pipe.
“Just like that. Got damn, do that shit.” His tone was low and gravelly as he fisted a handful of her tresses.
With a mouth full of dick, Blossom ate him up as if her survival depended on it. Stretching her throat to its limits wasn’t an issue. She didn’t care about the saliva dripping from her chin, the tears wetting her eyes, or the low grunts and moans as Tech gripped her hair tighter and tighter. Her yoni quaked and moistened more than it had in years. Blossom wrapped one hand around Tech’s tool and began to work her wrist in a circular motion as her head feverishly moved back and forth. The movements of her mouth up and down his shaft matched the movements of her hand. The melodic sounds of her wet mouth mingled with Tech’s grunts and her moans.
“Got damn, you got me about to bust,” he whispered, hoping she wasn’t one of those females that moved out of the way instead of catching the shit like a true freak.
Tech’s stomach quaked, and his chest heaved up and down as his body jerked forward, and he released his seed with an animalistic growl.
“Got damn,” he moaned as Blossom’s movements slowed but they didn’t stop.
He hated the aftershocks that had him jerking every few seconds, but he was too weak to pull his dick out of her mouth. Blossom released him with a devilish smirk on her pretty face and swallowed the remnants of his orgasm. She had gotten the first quick nut up out of him, and Tech was ready to show out. He maintained eye contact with Blossom as he removed her clothes first and then his. She laid on the bed, and he wasted no time grabbing a condom from the nightstand and climbing between her thighs. Tech went back to sucking on her neck, then her breasts. He placed wet kisses along her stomach and eased down in between her legs.
The subtle scent of her flower infiltrated his nose, and Tech licked his lips before diving in. The first lick made Blossom release a shaky breath. The kiss to her clit made her place herfeet flat on the bed. When Tech locked his lips around her nub, Blossom’s back arched, and she moaned lowly. The faster he sucked, the more she tremored. Blossom’s hips lifted off the bed, and she rode Tech’s face like a surfer riding a wave. He eased his arms underneath her legs and locked them around her thighs.
Not too fast and not too slow, he sucked on her pearl until she was whimpering his name in a raspy voice that didn’t sound like her own while she released into his mouth. If he was a little younger, and a bit more reckless, he would have run up in her raw. Instead, he moaned into her vagina as he lapped up all of her essence and simultaneously ripped the condom wrapper open. Once his member was covered, Tech came up for air. His face hovered over Blossom’s momentarily, before he let her taste herself.
The kiss was just as deep as the first. When Tech stuffed all of him into her opening, Blossom’s eyes flew open, and her stomach caved in. Despite it being a while since she’d had sex, it didn’t hurt, but he was damn sure filling her to capacity. Tech was in heaven. He’d missed pussy, but the way her snug, moist walls welcomed him in, he felt like a person taking a hit of drugs for the first time. The intimate act was going to open the floodgates, and he was going to want sex morning, noon, and night.
“Fuck, I should have waited,” he moaned. “You about to have me off my square. Fuck,” he marveled.
Feeling herself and the moment, Blossom cupped his face in her hands. “You can have sex drive and discipline.” She bit her bottom lip and stared into his eyes. “This dick is too fucking good for you to want to keep it to yourself.”
Her praise unlocked the beast in him, and Tech attacked her lips with his while hitting her with hard, deep strokes. His mouth covering hers reduced the volume of her moans, but they still filled the room. Blossom’s face contorted. If a person didn’tknow any better, they’d think she was in pain, but she was far from it.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she moaned as her pussy muscles spasmed uncontrollably. The orgasm rocked her core and had her gripping the back of Tech’s neck with one hand while she damn near convulsed.
“Fuck is you doing to a nigga?” Tech groaned as he pulled out of her.
Round two had indeed lasted longer than round one, but the feeling that he was about to cum again was a sign that it would take him a few more orgasms to get his stamina back strong.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, knowing the doggy style position would make him cum fast for sure, but he had to have it.
In an effort to prolong the inevitable and make sure Blossom was satisfied, as soon as she hiked her ass in the air, he covered her mound from behind with his mouth
“Fuck,” she damn near growled while grabbing a handful of his comforter and squeezing her eyes shut. Tech wasn’t playing fair. His foreplay, his mouth game, his stoke game—it was all phenomenal.
In the beginning of her previous relationship, the sex was good. She would never front on Cedric and say it wasn’t. It was new and exciting. The more their feelings grew, it was passionate. Once the problems started, and his ego wasn’t being stroked enough, sex became a mundane chore. There was no real intimacy. He’d fondle her breasts enough to arouse her, they might have shared a few quick pecks, and she rarely came.
With Ty, the sex was pretty good. It was straight fucking. No lovemaking, no real intimacy. But what Tech was doing…He was making love to her mind and fucking her soul. She’d never experienced such a thing, and she knew that if she didn’t act like she had good sense for the first time ever in life, she might find herself dick dumb.
