Releasing the suction I had on Marissa’s nipples, I shifted her gently onto her back. Her long hair bounced all over her face, and I gently brushed her curls aside so I could see her full face. My hands slid down her body, over her breast, until I reached the waistband of her panties.
“Can I take these off?”
“Yep,” she grinned.
I leaned down, using my teeth to slide her panties down and over her ankles, my eyes locked on hers in the dimly lit room. I licked up her calf until I met the intersection of her thighs, pausing just before I could taste her pussy.
“Can I devour this pussy?” I sought consent again.
“Yes,” she whimpered, closing her eyes momentarily, then looking up at the ceiling before her gaze dropped back down to me. Once I had her full attention, I spread her legs wider, allowing my tongue to brush over her clit with a few slow, deliberate flicks. Her body jerked beneath me, her back arching in response as if she was holding the breath that escaped her for centuries.
With my eyes locked on Marissa, I did it again, slower this time, and when she released a loud moan, I slid my tongue down, allowing it to explore her slit, savoring in her essence. Her thighs trembled as she gripped the edges of the couch. Watching Marissa surrender and unravel had my dick at full attention. I needed to feel her but I had a point to prove. I needed her brain foggy with nothing but thoughts of me running through her head. Fuck her husband or any other suitors she might have.
Marissa scooted back, trying to run from me, and I grabbed her waist and held her in place before allowing my tongue to slide deep as my nose grazed her clit. “Uh-uh,” I warned lowly as my tongue trailed back up to latch on her clit.
I dove in, moving my tongue in tight circles, loud slurping sounds filling the silent room.
“Shit, right there Yaseer, baby!”
Marissa squealed since she had no choice but to sit there and take the euphoric feeling that my entire mouth around her clit provided as my tongue swirled in tight circles. Adding two fingers slow and deep with a slight curl, causing her to cry out. Her hands gripped my head, and her thighs clasped the sides of my head as she slid over that edge and into a body shuddering orgasm. I kept going with a smile on my face until she came down off that high. Her incoherent moans lowered, and I released her clit, allowing my tongue to trail down to taste her one more time.
The angelic smile that covered her face was one of pure bliss. I released her waist and lifted off her, scooping Marissa off the couch like she weighed nothing. Carrying her into the bedroom, I gently laid her on the bed.
Marissa bounced up with that fire in her eyes, walking toward me with that spoiled, sultry strut I couldn’t get enough of. She pressed her palms to my chest and gave me a soft push until I hit the mattress, then straddled my lap with all of the confidence she usually possessed.
“That’s right, this yo dick, take control, beautiful,” I encouraged her.
Marissa bit her bottom lip while gripping my dick. She slipped the tip in and leaned up, hovering her lips just above mine.
“You said you were going to make me feel all of that, right?” She challenged.
I smirked, gripping her waist. “Say less.”
I flipped her ass over, I shoved my dick inside, fighting the urge to moan like a bitch because every inch of my dick fought to be inside of her tight walls, and they were hugging me like they never wanted to let me go. This was home for sure. Pushing her left thigh over, I gripped the right one and drilled deeper.
“Ohhhhhh! Yaseer!” She screamed.
“You like this rough shit, huh? Just like that fucking mouth when you get to talking yo shit. Rough!”
“Yes!” she confirmed, nodding her head as she clawed at my back.
I reached down to thumb her clit while keeping my pace. Her hips bucked beneath me, fucking me back. “Shit! You the fucking devil in the flesh motha fuckas warn men about.”
“I can be whatever you want me to be,” she moaned.
“I want you to be my lil freak tonight. Play with that clit for me. Show me how you like it done,” I pleaded.
Marissa bit on that juicy bottom lip, and I leaned down to suck it into my mouth for a second, until I felt her hand reach between us. I sat back up, hooking the backs of her knees over my arms, giving me a full view of her lilac stiletto nails circling her clit. Placing my hands beneath her back, I lifted her off the bed to fuck her in that position. This was the best view. Her titties bouncing in perfect view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came all over my dick. I gently placed her back on the bed because I was right behind her, pulling out to shoot my nut all over her stomach.
Marissa’s limp body sprawled across my bed with her hair flowing in all directions was some picture perfect shit. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a warm rag to clean her up. She was exhausted and emitting light snores before I was even done with her. I took a quick shower so I wouldn’t have to in the morning, then slid into the bed behind her, pulling her into my arms. I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck and fell asleep listening to the cutest light snores escape from her.
“Yaseer,” the sound of Marissa’s voice tore me from my sleep.
Groggy as fuck, I sat up in bed, assuming it must’ve been time for her to head to the airport. I was planning to make sure she got there safely, so I sat up, prepared to start my day. But whenI saw her in front of me naked with the cheesecake in hand, I rubbed my eyes in confusion.
“Good morning, handsome,” she cooed.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted her, swinging my legs from the bed so I was in the sitting position.
