Chapter 6 Bishop #5
“Breath, Bishop.” He kissed beneath my ear again.
His finger never stopped. It sped up a little and I groaned at how good it had started to feel.
I only partially noticed when he entered a second one.
He kissed my shoulder then throat and I turned toward him so we could kiss.
The hand on my dick sped up while he just let his two fingers rest inside of me.
He slowly started to scissor them, spreading my asshole while we kissed and he stroked me.
I was on the brink of cumming again by the time he pulled back and the heat from his body on top of mine left me. He shifted and I stayed where I was while he let my dick go and ran his hands up and down my sides.
I heard the lube open and hissed through my teeth when it landed on my skin and started to trail between my ass cheeks.
Asante caught some of it and ran it up and down between my cheeks before he started to fuck me in the ass with his fingers again. My entire body felt like it was fucking melting. I collapsed on my stomach and he followed me over, his hand never stopping.
“Fuck,” I groaned while I came and Asante kissed the center of my back.
He gripped my hips and pulled me backward. I lifted for him and was shocked when he rolled me over and his large body descended atop mine. My hands immediately went to his face while we kissed each other. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, still riding the high of my last orgasm.
His hand trailed between us and he stroked my dick three slow times before shifting.
My mouth fell open and he kissed around it while he lined his dick up with my ass and started to push into it.
He let his body fall harder against mine and I focused on the comfort I got from that.
He kissed along my face, jaw and throat while he worked himself into me and my fucking legs shook when he was seated all the way inside of me.
My dick tried to force itself to get hard and I hissed at how bad the shit hurt.
“Fuck, Asante.”
“Hm?” He licked up my throat. My mouth opened but nothing came out. “You good?” He nipped at my shoulder. I nodded. “Use your words, baby.”
The word baby falling from his lips made my dick fight a little bit harder. Fuck. Two years wouldn’t be enough. No time would ever be enough.
That thought had me becoming frantic and I shoved my tongue in his mouth and held his warm body tighter against me. My legs wrapped around his and I felt like I was melting into his bed while Asante fucked me in slow drawn out strokes.
“I’ve got you,” he spoke against my mouth. “I’ve got you.” He repeated himself over and over into my skin. “You feel so fucking good.”
His hands forced themselves beneath me and he wrapped them around my body, both of us holding each other so tightly I was surprised he was still able to even fucking move.
I’d never been in this fucking position before. I was usually bending someone over or being bent over but this was different. This was intimate in a way I wasn’t sure I'd ever experienced.
Fuck.
Asante was going to fuck up everything and I wasn’t sure I could stop it now.
Fuck.
I didn’t want to.
He sped up his thrusts and my legs quivered.
“You’re fucking everything,” I repeated my earlier statement and Asante jerked and came inside of me immediately.
We stayed pressed together our mouths moving quickly and sloppily, both of us fumbling to say everything we couldn’t say with words.
It felt like forever before Asante slowly pulled his still hard dick out of my asshole and collapsed on his back beside me.
We stared at the ceiling while we caught our breaths and came down.
Then, Asante turned in toward me and kissed my shoulder then throat.
He reached up, grabbed my face and turned it toward me. He pecked my mouth.
“You good?”
I nodded. “I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
“You want to tuck tail?”
“Nah. Never.”
“That’s a long time,” Asante exhaled.
“Yeah, I know.”
I looked over at Asante and we both grinned.
Then, we forced ourselves up and shared a shower. It was just as intimate as him holding me to his chest and fucking me.
“Are you staying the night?” Asante asked me as we dried off side by side.
“Do you want me to?”
“You’re welcome to but I don’t want to make shit complicated for you.”
“You’re not.” I looked over at him. “I’m staying the night.”
“Alright.” Asante gripped my shoulder and leaned in to kiss me. I smiled against his mouth. He clapped his hands together. “Let’s change the sheets then.” He plucked up both of our clothes and walked them to his dirty clothes hamper.
I trailed him back to his bedroom where he slid on some sleep pants and threw a pair to me.
They were slightly big but I pulled them on anyway.
Asante put the television on and we made the bed while we halfway watched it and talked about the movie since it played frequently and was somewhat of a cult classic we’d both seen.
We finished making the bed, drank some water then collapsed into it.
We were laid side by side staring at the television in silence even though it was obvious we both had something to say.
I decided it was my turn to take the lead.
I turned toward him and reached over for his hand.
His head immediately snapped to the side so he could look at me.
“Ay. I meant everything I said,” I said softly. “I only want to do this shit with you.”
“Me too.” Asante grabbed my hand and lifted it. He kissed my wrist. “I meant everything I said too,” he reiterated. “I’ve got you.”
I nodded at that.
“I believe you.”