“I like it. You want anymore?” he asked.
“Maybe one day. I’m not a huge fan of needles.”
Najee took a mental note, adding it to the list of things he was learning about her.
“I can understand that. Needles are nothing to play with.”
“Not at all,” she agreed, dragging her hand across his arm.
It was so soft, and the feel of his veins hardened her nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so they boldly announced themselves under the fabric.
“You better stop feeling on me like that.”
She smirked and rubbed higher up his arm, squeezing his muscle. “Why? You getting turned on?”
Touch this mothafucka and find out,is what Najee wanted to tell her. That was too bold, though. They hadn’t done anything sexual, and he would never make her uncomfortable.
Chuckling, hoping she kept her eyes glued to his face and not the erection in his pants, he said, “Nah. Because you gon’ owe me. Ain’t no free feels around here.”
Orielle stuck her arm out. “Here. You can touch mine.”
Najee couldn’t help but laugh at her silliness. “I don’t wanna touch you, girl. Let me hear you sing somethin’.”
The grin on her face fell as her heart rate increased. “But... I don’t wanna sing to you, though.”
“Why not? Didn’t I tell you that was what I needed?”
She gulped and nodded. His words and the way they affected her at his party were a hundred times more intense now.
I need you to sing to me in person. Make me really feel that shit.
She wanted to make him feel something all right.Fine ass nigga with all these requirements I want to meet,Orielle thought as her pussy thumped. Najee could get that. Not because he told her in such a mannish manner, but because he was here. He didn’t just show up physically, but he was emotionally present in a way that made Orielle feel seen, wanted, and heard.
She’d only had to tell him once what she didn’t want, so she saw no reason in making him ask twice. Third time was a charm, though, and she wasn’t giving him his way just yet. At least in the way he wanted her to.
“Hearing me sing may be what youneed, but that’s not what Iwant,” she said lowly.
Najee licked his lips. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Her gaze dropped to his lips. “I want you to eat my pussy.”
She was so bold with it, and Najee would never deny her. He didn’t expect that to be what she wanted, and after tonight, she’d never have to tell him again. A man of his word and standing on it, Najee leaned her way, eliminating the space between them.
“Come here.”
He didn’t wait for her to follow his command. Najee pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. He’d heard what she wanted, but he was about to give her everything she’d been needing. His lips were so soft as they made out. It didn’t take long to find arhythm, adding their tongues in the mix. Orielle deepened the kiss when his hands trailed up her back, giving her a massage while doing so.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, catching the way his breath hitched and his dick twitched beneath her.
The exchange of emotions they’d been holding back for so long was felt in every movement. Their lips didn’t separate until Najee stood from the couch with her in his arms and laid her back on it.
“Can I take these off?” he asked, thumbing the band of her leggings.
Orielle nodded. Najee slid them down over her hips and down her legs. They were tossed to the side, and then his hands were right back touching her. Orielle shivered as he lowered himself in front of her on one knee. It looked as if he were proposing to her body as she laid out before him. And in a sense, he was.
His hand traced her ankle before he kissed the inside of it, and the gentleness of the action was similar to asking for permission. Soft kisses trailed up her calf, leading him to her thigh. Najee’s eyes didn’t leave hers as he dragged his tongue across the meaty flesh and then repeated his torturous assault on the left leg.
Orielle’s chest heaved when his hands slid underneath her ass, gripped the string of her cream thong, and slid it off. She felt claimed as his arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the couch with a firm grip. Najee kissed her stomach first, then left a trail with his tongue to what he knew would be his favorite meal. He sighed with pure satisfaction.
