With each step, my dick bounces, and I have to grip Caziya tighter to keep from dropping her. The minute I reach my bedroom, things escalate fast, and before I know what’s happening, Caziya is on her knees with my dick in her mouth.
*Gawk! Slurp! Gawk! Gawk! Slurp!*
“Shit, Caziya!” I shout as my dick hits the back of her throat. My toes twist and pop as I fight the urge to release my nut inside her warm mouth.
Listen, I know that sex shouldn’t be how problems are resolved, but this might just be the remedy to our separation. I missed Caziya’s ass, and if this is how she communicates her sorry for taking us off course, who am I to stop her? Besides, my ass is horny, and my dick has been sitting too idle for too long. Even if I’m not the reason for the slight course change.
Caziya’s eyes meet mine with saliva running out the sides of her mouth while she continues to suck my dick like her favorite bomb pop. Slowly easing my dick outta her mouth, Caziya spits on my head before opening her mouth wider and sucking me as if her next breath depends on me.
*Slurp! Slurp!*
“C-c-c—” I stutter, unable to get out whatever I’m attempting to say. “Ziya. Shit. Hold up. Caziyaa!” I yell as my dick throbs before my seeds spill down her throat.
Swallowing the evidence of my pleasure, Caziya slowly plops my dick from her mouth and smiles.
“Your ass doesn’t play fair.”
“But I do. All’s fair in love and war, baby. It’s my job to make sure that you fully forgive me.” Caziya winks.
“That’s a start. Now let me see how else we can make that happen. Climb up here.” I tap my mouth with a mischievous grin.
She comes from between my legs and ambles her body up mine until she’s able to straddle my face. Easing down over my hungry mouth, she grabs ahold of my headboard for leverage.
“Mm.” Caziya moans at the first swipe of my tongue across her clit. Rocking back and forth, she feeds me as my tongue flickers across her nub. Heat coats my body. Pleasure takes control. My licks become pulls as I attempt to become one with her inner lips.
“Ooh,” Caziya cries.
“Mm. You taste heavenly.”
My arousal heightens when Caziya’s juices flow out of her like water. Already, I feel my release fast approaching, but I can’t release a second time like this. I tap her thigh before I come up for air.
“Your release won’t be coming by way of my tongue. You owe my dick this release and all the others you’re getting tonight. Slide down here and ride your dick.”
Without objection or words, Caziya slides down ever so slowly before she uses her hands to guide me into her gushy tunnel. The impact causes both of us to react simultaneously.
“Oooh.”
“Fuck!”
Once Caziya has gotten adequately situated, her hips move back and forth in a slow, rhythmic motion. Initially, her rhythm is equivalent to someone learning to ride a stallion for the first time. After several beats, she stares into my eyes before she nods and throws caution to the wind. Caziya seems to channel my inner bull rider with the way her hips are moving. The feeling is exhilarating. My dick hits her G-spot with every upward thrust of my hips. Forget making love and all that sweet shit. We arestraight-up fucking. Caziya clearly has something to prove. Shit, I have something to prove. We have something to prove and learn from one another. Class is now in session.
“Ride this mothafucka like you’re sorry, Caziya.” I slap her ass hard, and it’s the motivation she needs as she does just that.
Sweat beads coat my forehead. My mouth hangs slightly ajar. My hands grip Caziya’s thighs before she takes them in hers. “I—I love you.” Caziya pants breathlessly.
“Not more than I love you,” I declare before Caziya leans down to connect our lips. My arms wrap around her as her movements slow. “I feel you tightening around me. Cum.”
As if she needs no other permission, Caziya’s juices squirt from her body, coating my dick and stomach as it runs helplessly down her thighs.
“Zakaiii,” she whines, slumping forward onto my upper body. “I love you.” Her voice is light. Her eyes are heavy.
“I love you more.” I kiss her forehead and rub my hand up and down her back soothingly.
“I hope that’s not all.” Her voice is choppy. Her drunken eyes hold me hostage.
Oh, for real. Let’s go then, Ziya! Making up for lost time will never be an objection you receive from me.
“Just the beginning,” I utter before gently flipping Caziya onto her back so I can see how well her back adjusts to my mattress.
