Page 14 of Surrender to Love

“I’ll try, baby,” he utters before recapturing my lips.

Without breaking our kiss, he carries me out of the kitchen and into the living room. This man handles and carries my size eighteen body like I’m light as a fucking feather and I love that for me, so much.

“Are we about to watch TV?” I ask jokingly when he eases down on the chaise end of my leather sectional. My legs straddle him and I cross my arms behind his neck.

“Nah, no TV.”

“Then, what? We’re talking about us and what it means now that we’re out of the friend zone.”

“I’ve been out of that shit. You were just pretending to still be in it,” he says and I grin.

“Is that right?” I ask.

“Yes. Right as hell and you know it.” His hands slide into my shorts and he pulls me closer. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“So, that simple? No deep conversations about our likes and dislikes. No lists of hard nos and th—” I begin, teasing him more, but he shuts me up by sliding his tongue across my bottom lip. When he slides it into my mouth, the remainder of my words get lost on his tongue and truly shut me the hell up. “Mm,” is the only thing I manage to utter.

He turns me over on the chaise, pushes my camisole up, then moves his mouth to my nipples, appreciating both with his lips and tongue. Big hands, full sexy lips, and an intentional tongue are a lethal combination and Shiro is certainly dangerous.

When my nipples are pebbled and my entire body heats, he continues his tongue tour of my already stimulated body. He stops at one of his favorite spots, my belly button, and dips his tongue inside. Never in my life would I imagine that something I hated as a child would turn into an erogenous zone, but he did that, he does that. Every part of my body squirms when he licks in and around my belly button.

“Mm. You know that’s my spot,” I trill and he chuckles, his warm breath tickling the already sensitive area. “Shi…ro.”

“You know I love when you say a nigga’s name.”

“Make me say it again,” I say and he looks up and smirks. His tongue dips into my belly button again then he places his hands on my inner thighs. After sliding his hands to the sides of my pussy, he spreads my legs and places my right one over the arm of the chaise. My breath hitches and I damn near cry when he drops his tongue into my opening. “Shit,” I trill.

“Nah, not shit. What’s my name, baby?”

His tongue pleases my opening again then he runs it up my slit to my clit. After circling it, he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks until I scream his name.

“Shiro! Shit!”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

I scream his damn name over and over as he licks, sucks, and tongue fucks me to my first orgasm. I say first because the moment he breaches my opening with his thick head and stuffs my soaked walls, I explode instantly. I always do and that sensation never gets old.

That damn piercing.

He has a piercing on the ridge of his penis head. The balls of the ring massaging my walls when he’s inside me is incredible and the added pleasure is unmatched. My orgasms come quickly, last long, and are ridiculous thanks to it and his size.

“Fuck,” I mumble as my body quakes uncontrollably. My back naturally arches and my arms latch around his back as he slides to my G-Spot and knocks it until my eyes roll to the back of my head and my language morphs into a dialect I do not even recognize. He chuckles lowly at my words and the surge of warmth from his breath on the side of my neck takes me to the edge. “Shiro,” I moan as I rain on his dick.

“Damn, baby. I’m 'bout to…fuck,” he groans before releasing as well and falling on top of me.

My energy and essence are drained in a good ass way. With the only ounce of strength I have, I raise my hands and caress his heaving back. God, this man.

After being in no rush to catch our breaths, we finally ease off my sectional and amble our way upstairs to my bedroom. I walk toward the bathroom but his hand on my arm halts my steps.

“I’m just going to start the shower,” I tell him.

“Nah. Not yet. You know one time ain’t enough for me.” Gently, he pulls me back into him and I feel his thick dick pressing into my stomach. “I want you to ride your dick, baby.”

While holding me close, he steps toward the bed then sits. My hands caress his shaft then I run my thumb across his piercing. A low, deep groan falls from his lips. He loves when I rub against the curved barbell with my hand but when my pussy does it, it drives him wild. I don’t make him or me wait any longer. I plant my left foot on the bed then he scoops my ass and lifts me onto his lap, slamming me onto his dick.

“When did you get your car back?” Mireya asks.

“Saturday night before he went home. He stayed with me till almost midnight.”