Our skin was loudly clapping, as he ventured balls deep inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, Summer,” he growled, while beating the pussy up.
I found myself rubbing his strong arms, while he was dipping in and out of me. My pussy was smacking, as he lowered his head, drawing my hard nipple into his mouth.
Cradling his head, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh, fuck, Ricky,” I panted.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rocked my hips, fucking him back. Intensely.
I dug my nails in his back, when I felt him roughly sucking on my neck.
Not one to lie to myself, I knew that we were doing too much. The waters were getting deeper. But I couldn’t stop myself from venturing further. Now, I could only hope that I was truly a big girl, and wouldn’t find myself drowning.
***
At this point, I was a passenger princess. Didn’t matter if it was Breeze’s car or my SUV. Either way, I wasn’t driving. So, I was riding shotgun, as we were cruising through the city’s streets in my BMW, on a Saturday night.
My girls had all been texting, urging me to come hang, but honestly that was the last thing on my mind. I just wanted to live in Breeze’s skin, and since he was always beside me, I could only assume that he felt the same.
He’d just won the state championship in basketball the week before, and had been so busy that I was thankful that his final season of high-school basketball had ended. Now, we were heading into prom season, and were preparing for graduation.
Things were definitely moving at a fast pace, but whenever I was alone with Breeze, I felt suspended in time.
It was kinda weird, because I lived with him. Woke up to him every morning. Went to sleep with him every night. So, one might think that we’d be tired of each other, but the truth was that there were never enough hours in the day. Because I wanted him all the time. In every way imaginable.
R&B that was probably released before we were born was pouring from the speakers. I think more now than ever before I could appreciate that type of music. Because it made me feel good about love. Encouraging me to embrace it all.
“Aye, I was listening to this the other day, and it made me think about you,” Breeze claimed, as he increased the volume on the stereo.
“Kissin' you is not enough for me. You know I'm a big boy, and big boys have desires. Makin' love is what I want to do. But I need a true friend to make me come together…”
Listening intently, I bobbed my head to the music.
He tapped my shoulder. “Especially this part, right here. Listen.”
“I'll be right there on time. It's your place or mine. Just show me the place (I really love you) I really love you (I love you, Deja) I love you, Deja…”
Breeze smiled. “Don’t it sound like he’s saying your name?”
I giggled. “Wait. I didn’t tell you my middle name.”
“Right. But I heard your daddy say it.”
“So fucking nosy.” I lightly shoved his shoulder.
“Ion wanna talk to that nigga,” he grumbled, as his phone rang through Bluetooth, while we were cruising through downtown.
I cut my eyes at him curiously, after realizing that it was Jonathan, his friend, calling. “Why not?”
“Cause. He’s been talking about us all linking to go partying, and I know that ya nigga gone be there.”
I rolled my eyes. “He is notmynigga. You are. But what’s your beef with Harlem?”
He cleared his throat. “That nigga is passive aggressive and I don’t like being around that bad energy.”
“How is he passive aggressive, Ricky?”
“That nigga knows that I’m fucking you,” he claimed. “Or at least he peeps that something is going on. But he won’t confront me. He just be asking weird ass questions…and telling me to tell you that he misses you.”
