Worried about him, Nivéa nestled against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. The sound of it soothed her and reassured her that he was still alive and well. At times, she thought she was weak and easy to have such strong feelings for a nigga she’d just met.
“What’s the matter?” He questioned.
“Nothing, baby. Let’s just watch the movie.”
“Aight, what you pick?”
“Extraction. It has Chris Hemsworth in it.”
Crown nodded his head in approval, reaching for the control tablet. While she loved thrillers, he was an action kind of man. As the lights dimmed and the screen came down, he massaged her back and shoulders, and it wasn’t too long in the movie that his eyelids grew heavy. It’s as if he soothed himself to sleep by pleasing her. Nivéa laughed softly as he snored in her ear. Tuning him out, she finished the movie alone. She could tell he was tired and was just grateful for his company.
When the credits rolled, she powered down the screen and shifted in his lap to face him. The flickering glow of the fireplace cast shadows around them as she kissed the sides of his face and licked his neck. Crown groaned, stirring back to life, his hands roaming over her ass.
“Come out of this, baby.” Nivéa whispered, tugging at his shirt.
With a weary gaze, Crown lifted his big arms, allowing her to pull the t-shirt over his head. As his chest came into view, Nivéa trailed kisses across every inch of his tattoos. Then she stoodand began to strip, the thin fabric sliding down her body and revealing her in all her imperfect glory.
“Damn, baby. That’s what you on?” Crown gripped her by the waist, his eyes roaming over her naked form as he kissed all over her stomach. Even with her imperfections, she was perfect to him.
“Yes,” Nivéa dropped to her knees, her fingers teasing the waistband of his shorts.
Crown lifted, making it easier for her to slide his shorts and boxers down, and as they pooled around his ankles, she leaned in and took his head into her mouth. Slowly, she alternated between sucking and licking it while her hands stroked his base, determined to please every inch of him.
“Shittt, ma.” Crown’s eyes fluttered closed.
By the time he opened them again, he found Nivéa’s fiery gaze locked on him as she slurped. Then, with a sloppy spit, she coated him, taking him deeper. Precum and saliva glistened, both stretching from his tip to her lips as she bobbed her head. The shit sent waves of pleasure coursing through Crown. He placed his hands on the sides of her face, moving his waist to match her intense rhythm, building the tension between them.
Nivéa moaned in response, the vibrations echoing through his shaft as she reached down to massage his balls. Once she had a gentle grip, she widened her jaws and slowly deep-throated him, sucking both simultaneously. The overwhelming sensation caused Crown to moan so loud that he felt like a bitch. He quickly pulled out, panting as he gripped her by the throat.
“Fuckkkk. Who the fuck taught you that, hm?” He questioned while trying to pull himself together.
“Mmm,” Nivéa licked her lips. “No one. I just decided to try it on you, baby. Your dick looks so good. I wanna do everything to it.”
“Yeah, aight. Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Nivéa. You better not have ever tried that shit with anyone else.” He pointed two fingers dead in the center of her forehead, forming the shape of a gun.
“I haven’t.” She lowered his hand and kissed it, bringing the calm to his storm.
Cutting his eyes at her, Crown shook his fucking head. She had him gone for real. “Promise me you been a good girl.” He found himself saying.
“I promise you, baby.”
With a swift motion, Crown pulled her up, guiding her body back onto his lap. He paused for a moment, savoring the intimacy. He kissed her lips softly before taking her breasts into his mouth. He suckled on one nipple while twisting the other between his fingers, causing Nivéa to shiver and grow wetter beneath him. As she released the arch in her back, her body melted into his, the sweet scent of her arousal intoxicating him.
Refusing to keep her waiting any longer, Crown slid her warmth down his girth, igniting an inferno that consumed them both. She was so wet and tight, wrapping around him perfectly, while he was so long and thick, filling her.
“Ahmaddddd, ohhh…” Nivéa moaned as she sank fully onto him.
“I’m right here. Forever. I know you feel a nigga, baby.”
“Certainly feel you, but promise me, baby.”
“I promise you.”
Crown tightened his grip around her throat with one hand, the other resting possessively on her ass, guiding her as she bounced slowly up and down on his dick. This was his pussy, and he wanted to feel the depths of it.
“You feel so good.” Nivéa cried out, vulnerability lacing her voice.
“You feel better.”
