He kisses her swollen clit, licks, then sucks. He becomes extra familiar, causing her walls to moisten. Moving between her labia and clit over and over, he devours her pussy like it’s his favorite food and she feels her body sinking into the soft ass bed. He enjoys tasting her as much as she relishes the sensation. When he moans, the warmth of his breath causes her to squirm and run.
“Akeem,” she trills.
Her body shakes as she feels a sensation she’s never felt before. A tsunami forms in her core and she loses control, all of it. Her body doesn’t belong to her at this moment. It’s his and only following his commands.
“Cum.” His tongue is demanding without words, just pleasurable actions. She’s seconds from complying.
When his two fingers join the beautiful assault, her body bucks and her hands grip the sheets and duvet for dear life. Slowly and intentionally, he moves his fingers in and out, teasing her. Her juices drown his fingers and the feeling makes his dick hard as hell with envy. It wants that same feeling. He wants all of her and she’s ready to give it all.
After tongue kissing her clit, he removes his fingers and her body completely succumbs to him. The orgasm he commanded erupts and the explosion starts in her toes and ripples through her entire body.
“Shiittt,” she hisses in a low, sensual tone.
She holds his head in place until her body stops trembling. When she finally releases her hold, he lifts his head and marvels. Watching her body react to him turns him on.
“Fuck,” he groans as he wipes her juices from his face.
Refusing to deny himself all of her anymore, he inches up to face her while positioning his body between her legs. She’s so caught up in the aftershock of her orgasm, she doesn’t realize he’s staring into her eyes.
While fixated on her flushed but pretty face, he enters her and she immediately snaps out of her orgasmic trance. Her eyes widen at the feel of him, his girth and depth. He consumes her. His dick suffocating her pussy in the best way.
She moans in pure pleasure, unintentionally assaulting his back with her nails. Feeling him is beyond amazing and she wants to stay in this moment for as long as she can. All outside drama, noise, and reality are a distant memory and nothing’s between them—no space, no issues, no past. Their bodies and this feeling are all that matters. She fades into the moment and engrosses herself in the sounds of the erotic symphony they create.
“Damn!” he moans. She drowns his dick, gripping it at the same damn time, driving him wild. He knocks on her g-spot again and her body convulses, causing her to cry out more. With her body’s reactions, her sexy moans, and the feeling of her warm juices dripping, wetting his whole midsection, he loses control. “Shit, baby,” he says, biting his bottom lip, trying to delay the inevitable. However, he can’t hold his explosion any longer. When he thrusts into her as deeply as he can, he loses all will power, releasing his built-up passion. “Got. Damn,” he whispers into her ear before kissing her.
“Shit,” she screams as she orgasms again.
Laying together, he’s on her and still in her. They are both exhausted, fulfilled, and satisfied. The line has been crossed but no regrets lingering between them, just questions both have but aren’t ready to divulge, at least not yet. For this muted moment, they lay and just enjoy the connection until she shivers.
“You good?” he asks.
“Just a little cold,” she admits.
“Hold up,” he says before easing out of her and off the bed. He treks to the ensuite bathroom and disposes of the condom. He cleans himself with a warm hand towel then prepares one forher. When he returns to the bedroom, she’s sitting on the side of the bed with her robe on and closed. Perplexed, he glares at her with knitted brows then asks, “Where you going?”
“Back to my suite. It’s almost four. It’ll be time for Honey before we know it,” she says, then stands. She steps toward him, places her hand on his bare chest, then looks into his confused eyes. “It’s been a long ass day, we both need real rest,” she says.
She purses her lips for a kiss and he obliges. However, he’s not letting her leave his bed or suite. His free hand loosens the sash and opens her robe.
“We both need rest and we are going to get it. You right here back in this bed with me,” he says.
“I thought maybe you wanted t—” she begins but his lips on hers halts her foolish thought.
“You don’t listen,” he utters with a sexy smirk. “Get back in bed so I can clean you and warm you up,” he says.
Leaving is her self-defense mechanism. She wants to exit before he can even make the request. Sunjiya is in a vulnerable place right now, especially as it relates to men. Being subjected to wolves in sheep’s clothing for so damn long has her guarded. Her entire life has been a testament of endurance, but one thing she doesn’t want to endure again is being hurt by another man. She’ll die before she lets that happen.
After pecking his lips again, she searches his eyes. Although she’s not quite sure what she’s looking for, she knows it’s something. Maybe honesty, sincerity, sinisterness, or even a motive? Just anything, but unfortunately, all she sees is nothing. Nothing good or bad, simply vagueness. His eyes are unreadable yet focused on her.
Does he see me? Or is he looking right through me?
“You really wantmeto stay,” she asks for confirmation.
“Every part of me does,” he asserts before eliminating the tiny space between them. “Now, lay down before this gets cold.”
Without another word or question, Sunjiya turns around, saunters to the bed, and pushes the robe off her arms. When it falls to the floor, she climbs back on the bed. Once she’s comfortably lying on her back, Akeem tenderly wipes her legs, thighs, and stomach. After taking the towel back into the bathroom, he joins her in bed. Before he can slide his arm under her to pull her into him, she pushes any doubt or negative thoughts about staying to the side and rolls into his chest.
“I have a confession,” she begins, deciding to just go with it.
