“What’s wrong?” Crown asked, his gaze heavy as it dropped to her pretty lips to watch every word she spoke.
“Nothing at all. Everything feels right when I’m with you.”
Nivéa’s lips parted, attaching to his. Their kiss was slow and deep, heavy with everything they hadn’t said in the short time they had gone their separate ways. It left her both weak and breathless.
“And I missed this, too.” She released his tongue and pressed slow kisses into his beard, her hands sliding over the veins flexing along his arm.
She loved looking into his handsome face, and feeling the strength of his physique hovering over her. Everything about him she missed, from the thick waves on his head to the soles of his boots.
“Then why you ain’t call me? We know why I didn’t reach out. But why you ain’t pick up the phone and call me if you missed me, hm?” He drilled her, his hand settling on her thigh and giving it a slow squeeze.
Nivéa’s head tipped back as his mouth found her neck, his kisses mesmerizing her.
“‘Cause I was tryna be strong. Tellin’ myself I didn’t need a nigga like you in my life. But I do need you, baby.”
Crown’s hands slid from her thighs up to her waist, holding her closer.
“I need you too. My life lost its color without you in it. Shit been hectic, Nivéa. I been losin’ my muthafuckin’ mind. I need the peace you bring to me.”
“Well, I’m here now.” She lifted his face from her neck, forcing him to look at her. “What else happened tonight? You sound so stressed. Let’s have that talk.”
“I got you,” Crown said, kissing her cheek. “Just… let me feel you first. Let’s shut out the world for a second and do us. It’s been a minute since I been in you, ma. I’m begging you to let me inside.”
“You ain’t ever gotta beg me for this pussy.” Nivéa matched his energy, effortlessly.
Without wasting any more time, Crown lifted one of her breasts and popped it into his mouth. His eyes found hers as he looked up while sucking her nipple hungrily.
“Sss…shit. Mmmm…” Nivéa hissed.
Seeing how much her body enjoyed the pleasure, Crown lifted her other breast and pleased that one too. He rotated, giving them equal amounts of attention. Beneath him, Nivéa circled her hips as she cried out in satisfaction.
Crown could smell her pussy leaking…smell it calling for him. He removed the panties she wore, kissing her stomach and then her thighs. As she whimpered, he wrapped them around his shoulders and buried his face in her.
“You smell so good, ma.” He took a long, deep whiff.
Nivéa’s scent drove him wild, making his dick harder. He reached down to stroke himself while sucking on her clit.
She moaned.
So did he.
When he couldn’t take the teasing any longer, Crown came up, locked her legs around his waist, and eased into her as his jaw tightened. Her walls suctioned him in like a vacuum, and she was already producing cream, letting him know the pussy missed him, too. Pressing his forehead into hers, he nearly came right then and there.
Nivéa was every man’s fantasy, gorgeous, tight, warm, and dripping wet. She could walk away for good that day or the next, but he’d never forget her, not with a pussy like that. Crown swore it was the best he’d ever had.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned, stroking her nice and slow, his face a mask of satisfaction.
“Oooh,” Nivéa sang, dragging her nails up and down his back.
“This my pussy.” He declared.
“Yessss, oohhh yessss.” She agreed.
“Tell me that shit then, baby.” Crown wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing, igniting her whole body.
“This your pussy, baby. Even when I’m disappointed with you, it’s yours. You left your mark on me.”
His heart stung at the disappointment. “How many times you been disappointed wit’ me?”
