“I’ve already hired the moving service and a car service, in case you don’t want to drive or ride with me some days.”
She laughed again. “Of course, I’ll move in with you. Thank you for thinking this through and working it out, sweetheart. I appreciate how you’re always on top of things.”
“I want to be on top of you right now,” I professed, alternating between kissing and sucking her juicy lips.
“How about I be on top of things for a change?” she asked. She moved from beside me and moved on top of me, wiggling her eyebrows.
She removed her pajama shorts, and I slid her panties aside so that she could slide down my already uncovered dick. That was the perk of sleeping in the nude; I was always ready.
Baby was so beautiful, sitting on top of me. Long, coppery-red curls draped over her back and breasts, her cheeks that were naturally tinged a shade of red whenever she became overheated were glowing with exertion, and her toffee-colored nipples were stiff at attention.
I dragged my hand over her midsection and down to the apex of her thighs. My fingers gently stroked her soft pubic hair. She spread her thighs a little, welcoming my touch.
I pinched both thighs before I dragged my hand back up her body and circled my palm around her neck. She gasped, and her eyes widened in shock before they drifted closed in pleasure when I squeezed her just a little.
My dick jerked when her plump lips opened, and the tip of her tongue peeked out just a little. I leaned forward and sucked on it while I pumped deep inside of her. She had no idea how sexy she looked, how she drove me crazy, or how often I asked myself how I got so lucky to have her in my life.
She wasn’t just sexy and beautiful. Baby was generous, compassionate, warm, intelligent, patient, and peaceful. She was everything that I’d ever dreamt of having in a future partner and more. Being with her made me think about how my father waswith my mother. Despite what the world said, he knew that she was his from the start, the same way that I knew Baby was mine.
It hadn’t been that long since we met or had started dating. Me asking her to move in was just the tip of the iceberg. Yeah, I had planned it all out if she were to say yes, but it was just a step toward the masterplan, asking her to be my wife.
I had almost fucked it up this evening by asking her, knowing that it hadn’t been long enough. The last thing that I wanted to do was run her off. My hands squeezed soft, pliable hips, as her round, fat ass bounced on my pelvis and thighs with each descent she made down my dick.
I reached behind her and gripped the back of her head. A soft moan fell from those pouty, puckered lips when my fingers tangled in her tousled curls, and I stroked her scalp.
Baby leaned down and sucked my lips the way that I often did hers. I opened my mouth, and she sucked on my tongue before I took over the kiss, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her legs apart.
“Harlem!” She squealed at my unexpected move.
I grabbed both feet and spread them apart as I drove deeper inside of her. On my knees, pushing deeper into her walls, I felt like I was worshipping her body. Everything about her was perfect, sacred, deserving of love.
“This pussy is so soft and juicy, Baby.”
“Oooh.”
“It’s so wet. You hear that?” I asked, pulling in and out of her slowly so that she could hear the suctioning noise her pussy made when dragging my erection back into her sticky walls. “You look so fucking good, all stretched out and swollen for me. Look at these fat lips,” I growled, pulling out of her and backing up just enough to kneel lower.
I sucked one of her lower lips and then the other. I used my tongue and lips to clean up the mess we had already made. She arched her back in response.
“Harlem!” she screamed, shaking as she clawed at the air and then clutched the sheets, snatching them from the bed.
Her screams fell on deaf ears because I was like a mad man, sucking her nectar to feed the hunger that had grown in me upon sexing her.
“Oooh shit, Harlem! I’m so sensitive. It’s too sensitive.” She cried.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, pulling back as I stroked her sensitive lips with one finger and then the other. She shook her head from side to side, watching me as I sucked my fingers clean.
“Nooo.”
“You said it was sensitive, like you couldn’t take it. I can stop, Baby.”
“Please don’t.”
“Please don’t what?”
“Don’t stop. Please eat my pussy, baby, please,” she begged.
I lowered myself again, slid my hands underneath her ass, and I lifted her like I was pulling a plate to my mouth. I sucked and sucked until she was screaming and begging me to stop again. She squirted all over my lips, mustache, and my chest. I lowered her and rolled her onto her belly.
