Chapter 8 #2
“I feel safe with you, . . . safer than I have with any man since before my father walked out on us, but my heart and mind are playing tug of war. One says to give you a chance, while the other keeps reminding me of past mistakes.”
“What does your gut say?”
She didn’t respond, and I wasn’t sure how long we sat there in silence, but when the rhythm of her breathing changed, I knew she’d fallen asleep.
“Baby, wake up.”
“Huh?”
“Wake up. Let’s get you to bed.”
She sat up, stretched, and yawned. “I can’t believe I fell asleep in the arms of a stranger. It must be the wine.”
“It could be, or maybe you feel comfortable with me because our spirits are aligned.”
I stood and offered her my hand. She took it, allowing me to pull her to her feet.
“Que, go pee, boy.”
He ran to the corner of the yard, did his thing, and came back in under thirty seconds. I was amazed at how well she had him trained. I followed them inside, securing the lock on the patio door behind me.
On my way to the front door, the most shocking thing happened. Naryah grabbed my arm and said the absolute last thing I expected to hear.
“Stay with me.”
“Stay with you where?”
Instead of responding verbally, she took my hand and guided me to her bedroom.
“Night, Que.”
He barked as her bedroom door closed.
“Naryah—”
“I have some extra toothbrushes if you haven’t brushed your teeth yet.”
I followed her to the bathroom, and she gave me a fresh toothbrush and a face towel. After brushing our teeth, we returned to her bedroom, and for the second time in the past five minutes, she shocked me when she lifted the T-shirt over her head.
She was naked underneath, and my dick reacted like a dick would to a beautiful naked chocolate goddess. I bit my bottom lip as I admired her, the woman God told me would be my wife.
I stood frozen as she pulled the comforter back and crawled into bed. Her behavior was so unexpected, I couldn’t help but question what had changed. As much as I wanted to take advantage of what she was seemingly offering, I had to make sure we were on the same page.
“Naryah, what are you doing?”
“Following my gut. Come put me back to sleep.”
She held up the other side of the comforter and patted the bed. I hesitated because her eagerness gave me pause, but she took my lack of action a different way.
“I’ve been tested, and I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I chuckled. “We should’ve had this conversation before now, but I’ve been tested, too, and I’m all good.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I lifted my T-shirt over my head and tossed it in the corner. Her eyes widened when they landed on my dick print, which had filled the front of my pants while the head played peekaboo with the waistline.
I smirked as I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, my dick remaining at attention as I moved. I slid into bed, and she scooted as close to me as she could. Her body was tense, and her nervousness was apparent.
“If you’re sure about this, I need you to relax.”
“I’m sorry. It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
“Over two years.”
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, baby.”
“Most men wouldn’t give me so many chances to change my mind.”
“I’m not most men. I want you to want this as much as I do.”
“I do.”
As our lips connected, I pulled her on top, and she straddled me.
I was careful not to let the head of my dick near her opening.
Our soft, slow kisses became rough and passionate the longer we stayed connected.
I caressed her ass before squeezing and pressing, encouraging her to grind against me.
I wanted her pussy to be leaking with desire before I buried my face between her thighs.
She lifted her body, causing our mouths to disconnect, and I cupped her breasts, bringing them together.
Her hands were above my head, pressed against the pillow, holding her up, as I slid my tongue back and forth over each nipple.
The grinding below became more intense the more I licked and sucked.
“Mmm, shit,” she moaned.
I used my thumb and index finger to pinch one nipple while biting the other. Her moans became louder as she slid her pussy up and down the length of my dick.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I’m cummin’!”
I wasn’t surprised she came before we got to the good part, considering it had been so long since she had sex. I hate I didn’t catch her first nut in my mouth while she rode my face, but we’d have to save that for another time.
Without warning, I flipped her onto her back, dipped underneath the comforter, and put her legs on my shoulders. She was still whirling from her orgasm, but when my mouth latched onto her pussy, she screamed my name to my heart’s delight.
“Graham! Oh my God! Graham!”
Naryah’s pussy was sopping wet, and the more I licked, the gushier it became. She tasted like honeydew melon on a hot summer day, and I couldn’t get enough. With every swipe of my tongue, I wanted more.
When her dam broke again, her body went into a frenzy, and I did my damnedest to catch every ounce of her juices in my mouth. What I missed landed on my chin, dripped down my neck, and settled on my chest.
“Please, get away from me,” she said through measured breaths.
Her legs fell from my shoulders, and she made a weak attempt to push me away. As much as I wanted my dick to visit the deepest parts of her pussy, she wasn’t ready.