Her bedroom was small, just like the rest of the apartment. But it carried her energy. The décor looked like her. It felt like her. She undressed quickly, and I did the same. Once we were both in her bed, I pulled her to me and held her on my chest. I didn’t know why; I just felt like she needed it. Like she needed to be held. She wrapped her hands around my neck and held me tightly. We lay there, holding each other in the quiet.
When her breathing slowed down and evened out, I moved down her body. I hoisted her thick thighs over my shoulders, settled myself between them, and spanked her clit with my tongue, before pulling it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her center, making iteven more creamy than it already was.
Then I licked and sucked. Licked and sucked. Licked and sucked until she started to writhe under my attack. She started to wiggle beneath my mouth. Her back arched, and her hips rolled against my face.
My name floated from her lips and out into the space, sounding like a plea. Like an entreaty. Like a request. And I loved that shit. It caused me to go harder, to lick her more slowly, to curl my tongue, and to nibble her clit.
Her hands went to the back of my head and pressed me deeper into her pussy. She opened her legs wider. She moaned more loudly. She rode my face while I tongue kissed her sensitive bud. We stayed like that for a while, with me pleasuring her in the most intimate way. But soon enough, her moans picked up and grew louder. Her body noticeably tensed before she relaxed and flooded my mouth with the sweetest nectar. I gorged myself with it, licking her clean while she trembled and rode waves of ecstasy until they subsided.
“Kaynaan,” she crooned, as her body gave witness to the pleasure still coursing through her.
I didn’t respond to her calling my name. I simply made my way up her gorgeous body, positioned myself between her thighs, and inserted myself into her pussy.
The feeling of penetration was always a heady moment, but with Wyndi, the moment was on steroids. Her juiciness, combined with her tightness, threatened to make me release my load. I pounded into her, relentlessly working her middle.
“Ooh.” Her moans sounded sweet as hell, while her hands gripped my biceps tightly.
“You feel so fucking good!” I forced out the words through clenched teeth.
“Same.” She panted, her voice raspy with pleasure ascending in octaves as she came undone underneath me.She visibly quaked as her orgasm overtook her, and waves of satisfaction moved through her body.
I continued to stroke her until I caught up to my own orgasm, cursing loudly as a tidal wave of rapture threatened to drown me. Loads of cum raced from my dick and saturated Wyndi’s womb in spurts. When my balls were finally empty, we lay side by side.
I want this woman. The thought crashed my brain. I’d always been a person who went all gas, no brakes for whatever I wanted in life. I didn’t feel like I could do that with Wyndi. All gas, no brakes would probably scare the shit out of her. All I could do was hope that she would willingly give herself to me.
