Dio’s lip disappeared between his teeth, his eyes low, and the stroke of orange on his face making him look like a fucking Zoo warrior.
He didn’t say a word as he just watched me. It was as if he was looking right into my soul. The love he held in his heart and eyes made butterflies erupt inside of me. I slide the paintbrush over his skin again. The orange against his brown skin was the perfect pairing.
His hands wrapped around my neck. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
I swiped another stroke of orange onto his face before droppingthe brush and placing my hands around his neck. Dio was into breath play, and we had dabbled in it before, but I knew he was going to go all the way this time, and I was ready.
My body moved forward, then rolled back. We squeezed.
Foreheads touching.
I sipped in air, and so did he. Tighter.
Roll forward, ride back.
Tighter.
We sipped in air again.
Roll forward, ride back.
Tighter.
He loosened his grip, giving me just a second to catch my breath, but I hadn’t loosened my grip. Dio was taking this shit like a pro, and it was both scary and sexy. As I inhaled, he fed me his tongue. We kissed each other like we were starving for food. Dio’s grip began to get tighter. This time, there was no air coming in, and the small bit of air I had was depleting, but the way he was fucking me, I didn’t care because the shit was impeccable.
Roll forward, ride back.
Tighter.
He slowly stood with my legs wrapped around his waist, turning me so I was now sitting in the chair. I released my hands from his neck to grip the side of the chair for a little balance. However, Dio only squeezed tighter. His hips rolled slowly in a wave motion. It was as if we were slow grinding to a freaky song.
Side to side, front, then back.
My eyes began to flutter, he loosened his grip, and in that moment, I sucked in air deeply. One hand to my waist, the other still on my neck as his eyes got lost in mine.
Side to side, front, then back.
“I want you to cum for a god!” he moaned as his head tilted slightly to the side while watching me.
Tighter.
Side to side, front, then back.
“Let that pussy do what she does, Mars. I swear she has never let a nigga down. Now cum for a god!” he groaned loudly.
Tighter.
Side to side, front, then back.
My eyes began to roll, and I could only hum my moans. His finger landed on my clit, and my eyes opened wide to see him still devouring me with his eyes. The orange paint strokes on his face shone under the black light. His eyes were almost demonic but sexy. My pussy began to thump fast, and I knew he felt it because his head began to move up and down.
Side to side, front, then back.
His strokes became slow and more intentional, his grip got tighter, and his finger flicked at my pearl. I was about to fucking explode.
Slow, flick, roll.
