Session 33

Chapter Nineteen

Right then, if I thought she would take it, I’d have given her everything in my bank account just to have her take the towel off. Her ass felt so good against my hard dick. I don’t think she realized she was grinding against me, moaning softly, sounding so sexy I was about to cum on myself.

“Can I taste you, Angel? Down there?” I asked as my hand slid around the curve of her hip. My fingers paused right above her pussy, pressing gently, making sure she understood exactly what I was asking her for.

“I just want to kiss it,” I murmured against her neck, my lips brushing her skin as I tugged at the edge of her towel. She didn’t stop me, didn’t tell me no. That was all I needed.

When the towel hit the floor, my eyes dropped to her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her. She was perfect. Thick, soft, everything I wanted. My hands moved to her ass, cupping it, caressing it, letting my fingers trace over her skin. It was big, round, and so damn pretty that I wanted to get on my knees and worship it. Shit, I wanted to trace every stretch mark on her skin with my tongue, make her feel how much I appreciated every inch of her.

“Damn, Angel,” I muttered, more to myself than to her.

I turned her around slowly, letting my hands slide up and down her thighs. She was trembling, her breath hitching, her body already responding to me, but she was holding back. I could see it in the way she crossed her arms over her chest, covering herself.

“Nah, don’t do that,” I told her, my voice soft but firm as I took her wrists and pulled her hands away. “Let me see you.”

Her breasts were bigger than I’d realized, her nipples dark and tight. I leaned down and ran my tongue across one, slow, before taking it into my mouth. My fingers pinched the other, rolling it gently as her soft cries filled the room.

“Cassius,” she whimpered, her body falling forward against mine, her nails digging into my arms.

“That’s it, baby,” I said, my voice rough as I kissed my way down her body. I stopped to swirl my tongue in and out of her belly button.

“Cassius,” she moaned again, this time louder, more desperate. Her fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight, pushing my head lower.

I let her guide me, kissing lower, stopping just above the place I knew she needed me most. I could feel the heat coming off her, smell the sweet scent of her arousal.

Taking her leg, I hooked it over my shoulder, letting my lips graze her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft, smooth, smelling like cocoa butter and sex. I kissed her mouth, then glided my tongue between her folds. Her body swayed like she couldn’t hold herself up, so I eased her down onto the floor, laying her out like the gift she was.

Sliding my finger between her folds, I felt how slick, warm, and ready she was. “Damn, Angel,” I murmured. “This pussy’s so damn pretty.”

Her moan was the only answer I needed.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky, breathless. “Please, Cassius… make me cum. I need to cum.”

Hearing her beg like that? That soft, needy little whimper in her voice? It made my dick throb so bad it hurt. But I wasn’t rushing this.

Leaning in, I let my tongue slide along her folds. Then I did it again, this time flicking her clit. She bucked, her hips lifting off the floor, trying to push herself into my mouth. I held her there, gripping her thighs as I sucked her clit between my lips.

“Oh shit, Cassius… please don’t stop,” she panted, her voice breaking.

She reached down, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, forcing me to go deeper. Her thighs tried to wrap around my head, but I wasn’t letting her close me in. Not yet. I pinned her legs open, keeping her spread wide as I sucked and licked and worked her until her hips were grinding against my tongue.

She was so close—I could feel it, the way her body tensed, the way her moans got louder, higher, sharper. But I pulled back before she tipped over the edge, my lips wet from her, my chin slick. She let out this frustrated little cry.

I knew it was dirty as hell, but there was no way I was leaving there without fucking her. I didn’t need her cumming in my mouth and then coming to her senses. I kissed my way back up her body, stopping at her breasts to pull my shirt over my head. She ran her hands up and down the planes of my chest as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, distracting her while I unfastened my belt and pushed my pants off.

I didn’t even bother taking my boxers off all the way. My dick was too hard. I pulled it through the hole, the head already slick with pre-cum, and pressed it against her wet pussy.

She gasped, her nails digging into my arms as she ground against me. “Cassius…”

Fifteen years and I had never been in anybody raw. But I wasn’t stopping.

Slowly, I started to push inside her, inch by inch. I couldn’t go fast—she was so tight. My head fell forward, resting on her chest as I fought to keep control.

“Shit, Angel,” I groaned.

Her hands slid down my back, her nails biting into my skin before she gripped my ass and pulled me deeper. The heat was too much, the way she wrapped around me was too good. I lost it.

I nutted harder than I ever had in my life, her pussy squeezing me, milking me, dragging every last drop of cum out of me.

I bit my tongue to keep from crying out, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. She didn’t even realize what I’d done.

Lucky for me, it took more than one nut to make my dick go soft.

I kept stroking.

Every time I slowed down, she threw it back harder, her hips rolling like she was trying to make me lose my damn mind.

“Cass…” she whimpered again, her voice trailing off.

“You feel me?” I rasped, my voice low and rough. “Feel how deep I am right now?”

“Oh, my God, Cassius. I feel you,” she cried, her voice cracking, her body trembling beneath me.

“It feel good to you, baby?”

She nodded, her nails scraping down my shoulders. Then her voice broke, her words coming out rushed, frantic.

“Cass…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m about to—”

“You’re about to what, baby? Huh?”

“I’m about to cum, Cassius. Please. Baby, bite it.”

Fuck. The way she said “please” had me gone.

I gave her what she needed. Grazed my teeth across one nipple, then the other, just like she wanted. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, forcing my head against her chest.

Spreading her legs further and gripping her throat, I rocked my hips back and forth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking as I pushed into her one last time. I swear I was planning to pull my dick out of her before I came again. But I couldn't—she felt too good.

I woke up to the feel of Angel's hair brushing against my face and her warm body pressed up against mine. The scent of cocoa butter filled the air, pulling me into consciousness. I tightened my grip around her waist, feeling her curves against me. Damn, she felt good. She stirred, trying to slide out of my hold.

"Where you going?" I murmured, my voice rough with sleep.

"The bathroom," she replied softly.

Reluctantly, I let her go, watching her move gracefully out of bed. She was naked, her silhouette looking fine as hell in the morning light. Couldn’t help myself—I gave her a playful smack on the ass. She turned, glaring at me, but I just flashed a grin.

The bathroom door clicked shut, and I heard the lock. She wanted privacy. I lay back, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night. Twenty minutes later, she came out, wrapped in a towel, her hair damp and dripping. Her face was different now—eyes full of regret. It hit me like a sucker punch.

"What's wrong, Angel?" I asked, sitting up, feeling a knot in my gut.

"I think you should go, Cassius. This was a mistake," she said, barely above a whisper.

Her words cut deep. "What do you mean, a mistake? Didn't seem like a mistake when you were begging for more last night. Didn't seem like a mistake when you were riding me," I snapped, my voice rising, my anger bubbling like lava in my veins.

"Just calm down and listen, Cassius," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm not ready for this. I keep thinking about how you treated Keisha, and I don’t think I can handle that. Let’s just stop this before it gets to that point."

"What the hell does Keisha have to do with us?" I snapped, running a hand through my hair. "You're stressing over shit that don’t matter. We either are or we ain't. Don't use Keisha as an excuse 'cause you're scared." I was so fucking mad at her ass that I couldn’t even look at her to say what I had to say.

I watched her feet as she started pacing, hands wringing together. "Cassius, I just don’t know."

“Fuck it. Fine,” I muttered, jumping out of bed. Her insecurities were going to drive my ass crazy.

She flinched, stepping back. The fear in her eyes stung more than her words. I stormed out of the room, snatching my clothes from the living room. She followed.

I dressed quickly, my movements showing my frustration. She stood silently, watching. As I grabbed my keys, I paused at the door, taking a deep breath before turning back to her. That’s when I saw them—tears, slow and quiet, slipping down her cheeks. All my anger dissipated like smoke. I didn’t never want her hurting over me. I ran my hand over my face. “I’m sorry. I’m overreacting to your feelings when you have every right to feel how you do,” I said, my voice softer now.

“I’m sorry too,” she whispered, barely audible.

“What'd you say?”

“I said, ‘I’m sorry,’” she repeated, her voice breaking.

I stepped closer, closing the space between us, and gently cupped her chin with my hand. “Look at me, Angel,” I said softly. She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure she wanted to, but then her eyes finally met mine.

I saw everything in them—fear, doubt, yearning.

“Relax, alright? This is new for both of us. You ain't Keisha, and I’m not about to treat you like her.” I paused, licking my lips as I looked at her, trying to find the right words. “You’re different, Angel. Different in a way that fucks with my head. You make me wanna do better, wanna be better. I don’t even recognize myself half the time when I’m with you, but it’s not in a bad way. It’s like… you bring out parts of me I didn’t even know I had.”

She blinked hard at me, her tears threatening to spill over.

“I’m not used to this. I’m not used to somebody like you,” I confessed. “You make me want to protect you, take care of you, but at the same time, you scare the hell out of me. That’s why I need you to stop pushing me away, because I’ll run—and I don’t want to. I want to see where this goes. Fuck what you think you know about me and start getting to know me for real. We cool?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “Nah, you gotta say it. Use them pretty lips. Are we cool?”

“Yeah, we’re cool,” she said, a small smile breaking through her tears.

“Good. Now go make me some pancakes,” I said jokingly.

She surprised me by actually heading to the kitchen, her hips swaying. I gave her a playful slap on the ass, watching it bounce as she walked away.

I settled on the sofa, flipping to ESPN. But my mind wasn’t on the TV—it was on her. The way she looked at me, scared and unsure, like she thought I’d hurt her. I didn’t know what I had to do to prove her wrong, but I was gonna figure it out. Because this? Me and her? It felt too right to let go.