She wasn’t just suckin’ my dick.
She was makin’ a point.
And she knew exactly what she was doin’.
I closed my eyes for a second, lettin’ myself feel it, and lettin’ myself believe for just a moment that we was back where we used to be.
I scooped her up not long after, movin’ off instinct more than thought, my hands slid under her thighs as I lifted her likeshe weighed nothin’. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holdin’ on tight, her breath hittin’ my skin while I carried her to the room. Every step we took toward the bedroom felt like my body remembered somethin’ my heart was still tryna figure out.
The second we hit the room, she undressed me and pushed me back on the bed, climbin’ on top of me with a confidence that had my stomach tightenin’ up fast. She straddled me slow, her wet pussy slidin’ against the length of my dick before she even put it in, like she wanted me to feel every bit of how ready she was. My hands grabbed her hips without me thinkin’ about it, my breath already gettin’ heavier ‘cause the way she moved felt intentional, like she was makin’ up for every argument, and every mile of distance between us.
When she sank down on me, I let out a low groan that I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck… Toni…”
Her pussy hugged me tight, warm and wet as hell, and she gripped my shoulders like she needed leverage while she started ridin’ my dick slow, like she wanted to feel every inch grind up into her.
She rolled her hips in circles, her stomach flexin’, her titties bouncin’ right in my face and her nails diggin’ into my skin like she been holdin’ this in for too long. And it hit different ‘cause it felt like she wasn’t just fuckin’ me. She was tryna drown out whatever pain been sittin’ between us.
“Damn, mama…” I muttered, my hands slidin’ up to her waist, guidin’ her, pullin’ her down harder. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
She rode me deeper and faster, her moans spillin’ out every time my dick hit that spot inside her that made her whole body jerk. She leaned forward, her forehead touchin’ mine, herbreath mixin’ with mine, her hips movin’ like she was tryna claim somethin’ she thought she was losin’.
Her pussy kept squeezin’ around me, tight as hell, and I felt that heat buildin’ in my stomach, crawlin’ down my spine. She was takin’ me so deep that my hands had to grip her thighs just to stay grounded.
“Baby… I’m gettin’ close…” I breathed, my voice low and rough ‘cause she had me right at the edge without even tryin’.
But she ain’t slow down. She ain’t back up. She just kept ridin’ my dick like she wanted the soul out my chest.
“Toni… baby… I’m about to?—”
Before I could finish, she lifted herself off me fast… Too damn fast.
The sudden emptiness damn near made my whole body jerk. I grabbed my dick, my chest heavin’, tryna catch myself ‘cause I was right there, right at the fuckin’ edge, and she pulled away like the shit burned.
I stared at her for a second, really lookin’ at her now, tryna make sense of this dumb ass shit, and all I could think about was how this was the second time she stopped me right when it mattered most.
“You serious?” I asked, my voice low and tight, and sharp enough to let her know that shit landed.
She shifted on the bed, pullin’ the sheet up like that was gon’ protect her from what I was feelin’, and she still wouldn’t look at me.
“Kay’Lo, it’s not like that,” she said finally, her voice shaky but defensive at the same time. “I just don’t want you cumin’ in me.”
That shit made my heart jump.
I leaned back against the headboard and dragged a hand down my face slow, lettin’ the silence stretch for a second while my thoughts caught up to my body. My dick was still hard, myheart was beatin’ too fast, and now my pride was sittin’ right in the middle of all that shit, bruised as hell.
“The fuck you mean it’s not like that?” I asked, lookin’ straight at her now. “You screamed at me last time like I was doin’ somethin’ to you, and now you hoppin’ off me again right when I’m about to nut. This shit wild as fuck.”
She shook her head fast. “You makin’ it about you.”
I laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It came out dry and sharp.
“Nah,” I said. “You makin’ it about me, ‘cause you ain’t sayin’ shit. You just stoppin’ me and expectin’ me to be cool with it.”
She wiped at her face, clearly overwhelmed, but she still pushed back. “Everything not about sex, Kay’Lo. Everything not about you cumin’ inside me.”
I sat up straighter then, my voice droppin’ even lower.
