“For real,” I laughed with him. “I don’t even know what he is talking about half the time. But the music and the beats, the background, all of that definitely gets me going. So, I guess it’s not his vibe I’m feeling… it’s yours.”
Kier leaned in without hesitation, his hand sliding along my side as his mouth met mine. I kissed him back just as easily, my fingers brushing against his chest before he pulled away, eyes still locked on mine.
“You bad as fuck, Sibley. I gotta have you.”
I met his eyes steadily this time.
“So have me.”
Tenderly,I placed kisses on his cheek, then moved over to his lips. Once he felt my lips against him, he tugged at my dress, encouraging me to remove it from my body.
I took in our surroundings. Soft lighting stretched across the oversized bedroom while cool air from the balcony drifted against my bare skin. Kier watched me closely the second the dress my clothes hit the floor. His eyes dragged slowly enough to make heat creep through me before he even touched me again.
Kier sat back against the headboard, watching me carefully while he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly enough to make my mouth go dry. My eyes drifted across the tattoos stretched over his chest and shoulders, then lower to the definition in his stomach while he kicked off the rest of his clothes. The mattress dipped when he leaned forward, and his chain rested against his chest while his hands anchored at my waist. Kier guided me onto his lap easily, his eyes telling me two things: he had me where he wanted me…and he knew I wanted him.
Leaning forward, my breasts served as a barrier between us while our tongues teasingly massaged each other. With each touch, I felt myself get wetter, especially when I felt him brick up beneath me. His hands caressed my back, making their way up to my shoulders until they cupped my face.
Kier looked up at me, knowing I was about to give him exactly what he wanted.
“Lemme taste you, Si.”
Kier licked his lips, coaxing me to sit on his face. The first swipe of his tongue pulled a broken gasp from me before I could brace myself for it. My kitty purred when his lips kissedmy lower ones. His tongue toyed with me while I held onto the headboard. I could tell he was acontrolledfreak. Kier’s hands tightened against my thighs every time my hips moved too fast. He wanted complete control over how I unraveled. I threw my head back while he feasted on me, gripping my ass in the process. Kier’s tongue was soft but lethal. In such a short time, I was reaching my peak and was nervous about the outcome.
My chest rose unevenly while I tried to catch my breath. I was spent by how quickly he was pulling reactions out of me. “Wait.” I panted heavily, trying to contain myself.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I want you inside me now.”
“Quit tryna run from this nut, Si. It ain’t happening.”
He was right. I’d never felt this overwhelmed with pleasure before. I didn’t know how my body would react if I was barely able to contain myself now. Kier secured his arms around my thighs. His forearms flexed beneath my legs while he held me exactly where he wanted me, completely unfazed by how hard I trembled against him. He spread my lady lips and annihilated my clit with his tongue. On instinct, my hips rolled uncontrollably, my grip tightened on the metal headboard, and then I screamed in passion.
“Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhh, ahhh, Kierrrr.”
I was weak.
He pecked my lower lips a few times while I caught my breath, switching positions. Kier placed me on my back while he unwrapped the condom in a shiny gold wrapper. His dick seemed to have grown longer and harder at the sight of seeing me panting heavily, sprawled out on his bed from the intense session he’d given me.
Kier looked at me for a second before touching me again. He liked seeing me undone beneath him, his ego on full display. He sucked gently on my inner thighs, and I felt my body going intoa fit. He pushed my legs back, and I gasped at the intensity with which he entered me. I moaned in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his waist, taking in as many of his inches as I could while he invaded my snug tunnel. I ground my hips under him, making sure to match every one of his strokes.
“This pussy feels unbelievable. Damn Sibley, you squeezing a nigga. Fuck.” He groaned.
Kier stretched me wide, stroking me a few more times until I came for a second time.
“Turn over,” he said, tapping my leg.
I followed his instructions, getting on all fours. My body quaked–an aftershock from that orgasm I’d just had. Kier was turning me out! I couldn’t help but let him have his way with me. Kier stretched my hands above my head, pressing them into the bed. He kissed my ass cheeks one by one, then stuck his tongue in my dripping hole.
“Kieeerrrrr, shit.” Taking his fingers, he slid them in and out of me once again, teasing my opening and massaging my bud. Once his finger was glistening with my essence, he stuck it in my ass, shocking the hell out of me.
“Kier?” I questioned through an unfamiliar moan.
“Relax, baby.” He encouraged me.
With his thumb inside of me, Kier slowly long-stroked me while I moaned uncontrollably.
Kier’s hand intensified against my waist until I looked back at him. “Si, don’t let another nigga touch or taste you ever again.”
