“No, we won’t. At least I’ll be well fed,” I replied, working the zipper hidden by her ruffles down her hip.
“Harlem, babe.”
I pressed my fingertips against her lips and slid my other fingers into her shorts and panties. “Just a taste, Baby.”
She bit her bottom lip and whimpered as I slid my fingers inside of her wet flesh. “Harlem.” She released a soft moan as I kneeled before her. I pulled her panties and shorts down and off one leg before I placed that leg over my shoulder.
Baby gripped the kitchen counter as she spread her legs apart, and I slowly drew her clit between my lips. My tongue flickered over it, and she thrust her hips forward. I nuzzled her pussy hairs while my tongue massaged the tight bundle of nerves that caused her to shriek and push up on the tips of her high heels.
I smirked as my gaze locked with hers, daring her to move away. Her nails dragged across the counter as she popped her hips forward and then rocked them in tight circles. She was so wet, and all the denial that she had given me before went out the door as she moved one hand to the back of my head and locked me in place.
The more that I worked my neck, the weaker she became until she squatted and took her rightful seat on my face. I spread her lips further and dug my tongue deeper inside before I gracefully cupped her ass cheeks to give her a more solid foundation while I indulged in my meal.
The wetness of her pussy juices slipping out and coating my face, and my tongue slurping her up, echoed throughout the kitchen. Baby threw her head back and circled her hips until she was rubbing her pussy all over my lips, beard, and nose. She drenched me as she squeezed the back of my head with one hand and held her balance on the counter with the other.
“Oooh fuck, Harlem! Mm. That feels so good, boy. Ohhh, you’re eating this pussy so good,” she cried out.
She bounced up and down, her ass smacking my cheeks, and her pussy drowning me. I showed my appreciation for what she was doing by sucking her until she was dry and clean.
When she climbed off me, she was heaving and huffing harder than I was. I stood and pulled her to me. “Damn, li’l baby. You acting like you put in all the work.”
“You saying I didn’t?”
“Not all of it. My tongue caught cramps with the way you bounced on it.”
She giggled. “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all. I’ll catch all the cramps in the world for a drop of your juice, girl.”
“Boy, let me go wash up.”
“You’re gonna have to change your outfit.”
“Why?”
“Because look at these shorts. What you think that sticky stuff is? Your li’l ass squirted everywhere.”
“What am I gonna wear, Harlem?” she whined.
“The white Chanel minidress that I bought you.”
“I just thought it might be too dressy.”
“No, babe. It’s perfect.”
“I just don’t want to look crazy.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
I followed her so that I could clean up, too, before we headed to the beach for our dinner.
After we cleaned up, and she dressed in the designer dress that I purchased her and a pair of gold sandals, we headed down to the beach where the dinner was being held. It was hard for me not to express my emotions, seeing how beautiful she looked tonight.
“It’s so beautiful and romantic, Harlem,” Baby declared as we came upon a display of flower petals shaped in XOXOXO to symbolize hugs and kisses.
“I wanted our last night here to be memorable.”
Just beyond the flower petals were candles lighting our way down a path to where the others sat at their individual tables. Before we arrived at our table, there was another display of flower petals that spelled out, “I love Tegan.”
