Fourth time is the charm as Deshona’s eyes peel open and land on me. In them, I see an intense need as puffs of air fall from her lips. Her chest rises and falls heavily as she removes one hand before she waves me to her. My feet move without instruction from me as my little head has officially taken over the show. When I reach the bed, I slowly move up Deshona’s body like a panther before I hover near her pussy.
“Are you sure?” The only three words that matter in this moment are the ones that hold the most weight before we go any further.
Her eyes say yes, but I shake my head as my mouth communicates what I need.
“You ran earlier. I need your words, baby.” The endearment stuns me momentarily but not enough to distract me from the moment.
Our eyes war as silence enters the room for a millisecond before Deshona speaks.
“I need you . . . Please fuck me, Alijah.”
“Bet.” Energy courses through my body like a river rushing downstream, and I dip my head before I place light kisses along her thighs.
Deshona whimpers as goosebumps pop in the area where my lips touch. A firestorm of passion explodes within me as I kiss a trail toward her clit. Once I’m in the vicinity, I nudge away her hands so I have room to acquaint myself with the treasure that winks at me. I swipe along her opening in no rush to dive in. The ready wetness caused by Deshona’s fingers excites me as her flavor bursts on my tongue.
My tongue circles her weepy bud as a small smile peeks on my lips. Deshona’s hands grip my head as she tries to guide me along. I don’t need any assistance, so I decide to prolong what’s coming as I slowly tease and torment her with my tongue. My thumb sinks into Deshona’s pussy as her thighs tighten against my head.
“Ooh, shit,” she moans.
“You thought I was playing about you not regretting fucking me the day after, huh?”
“Al—sh . . .” Deshona’s words trail off when I push a second finger into her eager pussy as she becomes wetter.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her and my dick twitches in anticipation of getting his turn. My tongue circles her sopping clit as it cries from the efforts of my tongue and fingers’ combined ministrations. Seconds pass, and I remove my fingers to let my mouth memorize her fragrance. I lick, suck, and nibble on Deshona’s pussy as her juices slide down my throat.
“Damn, you and your addicting good tasting pussy. You knew this shit would happen,” I say when I briefly come up for air.
“Mm.” Deshona’s lust-filled eyes peer back at me as her hips move as she tries to feed me her pussy.
I latch onto her bud and suck hard as an overflow of juices bursts into my mouth at the same time that Deshona cries loudly. Her legs tremble and shake against me, but I’m too gone to release her. I have to drink my fill. I have to photograph this moment.
“Gotdamn!” I groan.
I’m stuck in place with my head on Deshona’s lap as her body shakes slowly, and my heart races uncontrollably.
“Alijah.” Deshona’s voice is low and raspier than usual.
I lift my head like it weighs a ton before I lick my lips with a slow shake of my head as Deshona’s nectar burns into my psyche.
“Is . . . is that all we’re doing?”
A low chuckle escapes my mouth, and I’m not sure why I have this reaction, but I’ll just blame my unsteady hormones and my inability to think rationally in this moment. I’ve been having sex for years, but Deshona is the first woman outside of Monika whose pussy I’ve eaten. Knowing that fact has me struggling with why Deshona. I don’t know what it is about this woman that's making me move differently. But as I gather my bearings and climb up her body, I’m filled with the urge to find out, one stroke at a time.
Chapter 13
Deshona
Ithought I was doing something by giving Alijah an out, but I’ll be damn if my hormones didn’t lead me to a fantasy that carried into my dreams. I didn’t realize that I was fingering myself until Alijah’s voice penetrated my brain. I didn’t and couldn’t do anything but give in. Between the hunger in his gaze and the bulge in his underwear that looked painful, all I could do was agree to let go. My body burns with heat from the orgasm caused by Alijah’s mouth, so I know I’m not gonna last long once he slips his big dick in me.
“Not to fuck up the mood, but are you hiding from a nigga after this?” The smirk on Alijah’s lips, along with the mischief in his eyes, increases my heart rate.
Run? If your dick is better than your mouth, you’re the only one who’ll be running.
“It depends.” Alijah moves quickly to remove his underwear, and the hard twitch I feel makes my mouth water.
The memory of Alijah’s dick instantly surfaces as my desire and need for him increases along with the moisture between my thighs.
“On?” I’m momentarily distracted when Alijah pulls my bottom lip in his mouth and nibbles on it.
