As she gets comfortable on the stack of pillows and figures out where she wants her hands, I loosen the cuffs on the bar. She’s positioned and ready when I step toward the bed to cuff her wrists then step back to admire the view. The man upstairs did his big one when he created the Black woman. Nothing is more perfect and beautiful.
My eyes never leave her as I lean in and kiss her soft belly. My tongue dips into her belly button then I trail up to her titties. Taking my time, I run my tongue around the circumference of her dark brown areolas then feast on her nipples. Soft purrs release from her lips and tiny chill bumps form on her skin.
I move to her mouth next and we kiss like lovers who have a history of love, lust, and fye ass make-up sex. She moans into my mouth as she wiggles her arms, fighting the desire to have her hands free. To tease her and intensify the moment, I trail my fingers down her body as we kiss.
“Mm. Fuuuuccck,” she cries. Using my hand, I spread her legs then run my fingers up her slit. She’s still fucking wet. When I insert two fingers into her pussy, her body arches and she moans, “Oh God!”
When I drag my fingers out, I end our kiss and bring my saturated fingers to her mouth. I smear them across her lips then slide one inside her mouth. Hungrily, she sucks her own juices. The sight is sexy as hell, making my dick stand at full attention.
I remove my fingers and place them both in my mouth. After sucking her essence off both of my fingers, I grab the box of condoms, open it, and quickly put one on. I refuse to wait another second to be inside her wet, sweet tasting pussy. When I ease onto the bed, she lifts her head slightly to watch me so I give her a show. Slowly, I stroke my shit then rub it up and down her slit.
“Fuck,” I utter when my tip grazes her warm opening.
Because of allergies, I use non-latex condoms. They are super sensitive and I feel every fucking thing. Shit is so good I have to bite my fucking jaw to keep my shit together. Once I shake off the feeling, I ease into her slowly, giving her a little at a time. She’s tight as fuck, and when I’m finally seated, her walls welcome me with a warm hug.
“Mm, shit,” she moans and I groan with her.
This has to be what heaven feels like.
For a few seconds, I rest inside of her, enjoying the sensation of her walls pulsating around me. When I start sliding out, she does that grip shit I love. Her pussy squeezes and clenches around me, trying to hold me in. I damn near bust.She’s going to test all of my will power.
“Fuck me,” she pleads and I do just that.
After pulling all the way out, I sink back into her, slowly fucking her. My short, shallow strokes increase to long steadyones and we develop a rhythm. As I stroke in and out, she pulls me back in. This shit is perfection, and when the room fills with the symphony of her soft moans, the clashing of the small metal chains on the cuffs with the rails, and the sound of my dick plunging into her wetness, I speed up my stroke game and pound her pussy more.
When she starts jerking the cuffs and squirming, I know she’s about to cum. Hell, I am too. She feels too fucking good, but for her, I hold it. I control my shit and stroke her, thrusting in and out of her until her body stiffens, her squirming stops, and she soaks my shit.
“Oh, my god,” she trills as she wets up my whole fucking stomach. I follow a few minutes later and fill the fucking condom.
“Damn. Shit,” I groan before I lean in and kiss her trembling lips.
