“Mehki, please…” she whimpered.
I positioned myself at her entrance, the thick head of my dick nudging her wet heat. Looking deep into her eyes, I whispered, “I’ve been waiting to feel you wrapped around me like this. You gon’ let me control the motion?”
Biting her bottom lip, she nodded. Turned on by her compliance, I slid into her… slow, deep, inch by inch… until I was buried to the hilt. Her walls clenched around me like velvet heat, and we both moaned. Relief and raw pleasure crashed over us. Her eyes fluttered, a soft cry escaping, as her body stretchedperfectly around me. I stayed still for a moment, savoring her tight, wet grip, as my dick throbbed inside her before starting those long, sensual strokes. Passionate. Unhurried. Every thrust intentional, hitting that spot that made her toes curl.
Key’s hands roamed my back, pulling me closer. She lifted one of her perfectly rounded titties to her mouth, sucking and licking her own nipple while watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. The sight nearly broke me.
“Fuck, you so sexy,” I groaned, thrusting a little deeper as my shaft brushed against her inner walls with every motion. I was giving it to her, long, sensual strokes that had her moaning beneath me.
I slowed, savoring the tight grip of her pussy one last time, before easing out of her with a wet, slick sound. Rising up, I moved us both onto the carpet, lying back against its plushness. My dick stood tall and glistening with her juices, throbbing in the dim light.
She didn’t need instruction. She straddled me with a sultry smile, her feet sinking into the carpet on either side of my hips. Reaching between us, she wrapped her fingers around my length, stroking me once, twice, before positioning the swollen head at her soaked entrance. Biting her lip, she eased down slowly, taking every thick inch of me. Her walls stretched around me as she sank lower and lower, until I was buried deep inside her again. A shared moan filled the room as she settled fully, her wetness coating me completely.
She began to ride me nice and slow, grinding in deep, sensual circles, her hips rolling with pleasure.
“That’s right, Key. Get that dick,” I encouraged. “Good girl.”
I sat up slightly to lick and tease her nipples from underneath, sucking them into my mouth, while my hands gripped her ass, guiding her rhythm. Her moans filled the room, head falling back in pleasure.
“Ssssss. Mehki. Oooouuuu. This dick so good.”
The heat built until I eased her onto the plush carpet, turning her onto her stomach. I took my time once more, trailing warm kisses down her spine. I kissed the dimples at her lower back, both round cheeks of her ass, her shoulders, and the nape of her neck. My fingertips danced lightly over her skin, tantalizing every nerve, until she pushed back against me, whimpering my name.
“Mehki… pleaseeee.”
It was music to my ears as I slid into her tight wetness from the back, going deep, her body flat beneath mine. The angle felt intimate and possessive. I stroked her slow and steady, chest pressed to her back, whispering in her ear.
“Damn, this pussy good, Key. Mmmm, this shit so perfect.” I slipped my warm, wet tongue in her ear, slapped her ass and gripped it, and her walls fluttered tighter around me.
We moved together, pleasure coiling hotter. Her breaths turned to sharp gasps, body trembling on the edge.
“Cum wit’ me, baby.” I breathed against her ear as I sped up my thrusts, feeling the sensation building.
“Oooohhh, shiiitttt,” she cried out as her orgasm pulsed around my dick in waves, and I thrust deep one final time, spilling inside her with a soul-deep groan. Thick, warm cum filled her walls as we reached our peak together.
WAITTTTT. PAUSE IT. THIS MOMENT RIGHT HERE CALLS FOR A SONG SELECTION. ALEXA, PLAYLEAVE IT INBY ZAE FRANCE. THANK ME LATER, FINE SHII.
I rested on her back,careful not to put all my weight on her. “Goddamn, fine ass girl.”
“I know,” she replied in a muffled voice.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
Key lifted her head from my shoulder where she lay in my arms with her back facing me after we’d come down off our sex high. “Considering the fact that you’re now familiar with my insides, I don’t think there’s a such thing as a personal question.” She grinned, and I ran my hand down her arm.
“What’s stopping you from committing yourself to someone?”
“I feel like I answered this back at the diner when we had breakfast.”
“Nah. I asked if you were single at the diner. Now, I’m asking what’s stopping you from commitment.”
She paused. I went quiet to give her a moment to process the difference in the questions.
“I’m scared to give myself to the wrong person,” she admitted. “The thought of wasting my time scares me.”
Her answer was one that I hadn’t heard before. I wanted her to expound on it, but I didn’t want to push. It must’ve been something she needed to get off her chest because she continued talking before I could pose another question.
“I grew up seeing deep, unconditional love between my parents, like my mother and father are best friends. Seeing them go through the phases of love for twenty plus years only for my father to get diagnosed with a disease that ultimately robs him of those memories makes me scared of choosing wrong. Scared of choosing less than what I know I deserve. So, it’s not committing that’s the hard part; it’s the finding someone worth committing to.”
