Crescent swiped his tongue from one nipple to the other back and forth. I could feel his dick harden. Slowly, I moved back and forth over it. Softly, he bit down on one of my nipples and tugged on it. I hissed and told him to bite harder. He was a little reluctant, but he listened anyway.
“Harder,” I moaned, moving my hips faster, damn near on the brink of cumming. “Mmhmm. Just. Like. That.”
He wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tighter, and grunted into my titties. A second later, he flipped me over on my back, laying me down on the couch. Hurriedly, I came out of my jumpsuit and underwear, while he undid this shirt, slipped out of it and did the same with his pants. My mouth salivated at the sight of his long, thick dick pressing up against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. When he came out of them, I moaned and touched my nipples, arching my back, hungry for what he was about to give me.
Crescent got on top of me and went back to attacking my titties. Slowly, he made a trail of wet kisses from them down between my legs where he parted them. Before placing his lipson my pussy, he laid there, admiring it. He separated the folds, grunted, and licked his lips, just… staring at it. I tilted my hips, urging him to put his mouth on it. He did. After a couple more seconds of staring. Once he did, I let out a sensual moan.
He feasted on me for what felt like an eternity. My knees buckled repeatedly and I came countless times. Do you think he let up at all? Think he shied away when I came? When I apologized for squirting? Absolutely not. He kept at it. Aggressively. Relentlessly. Moaning and groaning whenever I came.
After the last time I came, I sat up, ready to return the favor. My mouth literally salivated with anticipation. But he stopped me, delicately pushing me back down onto the couch. He mounted me, sliding into me, immediately hitting the bottom of my pussy. I gasped and wrapped my arms around him.
With the sound of an old Avant and Keke Wyatt song playing in the background, we made love. Slow and sensual. Unrushed and full of emotion. So much emotion that every time he slid in deeper, I felt tingles shooting through my fingertips. I whirled my hips, matching the tempo of his strokes, as I caressed the back of his neck. Our eyes met and behind his I saw so much passion. I wondered if he could see the same thing behind mine.
After a couple of seconds of staring into what felt like each other’s souls, Crescent leaned down and buried his head into the side of my neck, sliding deeper into me.
“You feel fuckin’ amazin,” He muttered, gripping the back of my thigh, pushing my legs further open. “All of you. Everything about you. Don’t keep this pussy from me again.” He pushed deeper. “You hear me?”
“Mmmh. I hear you.”
“Don’t keep any part of you away from me. You mine,” He said. “I don’t give a fuck about nothin else.”
I knew what he meant. I could read between the lines. He said, regardless of the ring… regardless of my last name.. I belonged to him and in the moment, it felt that way. Like Crescent was mine, and I was his. With his dick buried deep inside of me, we felt as one. We were. Connected. But on a spiritual level, it felt like our souls were intertwining and we were truly becoming one, the way we moved in sync.
“I’m about to…” I moaned, “Oh God…”
“Mmhmm. Good girl… wet this dick up,” he said, before kissing the side of my face. “Let it go, baby.”
I listened.
I was a good girl.
I came all over his dick. It was so intense that it pushed him out. I squirted all over his couch. I was a squirming, cumming, moaning mess. Before I could come down from the orgasm, he was in me again. With one swift move, he picked me up and sat me on his dick. I bounced on him, as he slammed me up and down on him, my cum splashing all over our thighs. It didn’t take long at all for his to shoot deep inside of me.
Once we were finished,we laid on that wet ass couch, a tangled, exhausted mess.
“I listened to the song,” he said, breaking the silence between us.
“What song?”
Instead of responding, he looked down, grabbed my leg and tossed it over his lap, then traced my W.A.Y.S. tattoo the same way I’d traced the moon tattoo on the side of his face a couple of seconds ago. “Ways.”
I swallowed and bit down on my bottom lip, a little embarrassed. When he asked about the tattoo I didn’t expect him to actually listen to the song. I didn’t want him to. Didn’t want him to know I was sad as hell, trying to find a way not to be.
“It’s a beautiful song,” he continued.
“You think so?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I get it. It’s a song about strength. Regaining it.”
“Yeah,” I whispered as I moved my leg back and forth over his dick, trying to wake it up again, in an effort to change the subject. “It is.”
I didn’t want to talk about W.A.Y.S.
Crescent grabbed my ankle and stopped me.
“I was like that a while ago.”
“Like what?”
