Calla #5
I moved my fingers to join my tongue, sliding them inside her, feeling her tighten around me. She moaned, her body arching against me, and I could feel her getting closer to the edge. I increased my pace, my fingers and tongue working in tandem, feeling her body respond to me.
“Please, oh God, pleaseeeeee.”
“Please, what, Baby? What you begging for? Tell me and I’ll let you have what I know you need,” I responded, looking into her lust-drunk eyes.
I moved my fingers faster, my tongue teasing her clit, and I felt her body tense, her muscles clenching around me.
“Please let me comeeeee.”
“Come then,” I barely got out before her pussy gushed her release, and she cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her orgasm washing over her.
I continued to tease her with my tongue, feeling her body respond, her muscles clenching and unclenching around me.
I didn't stop until she was utterly spent, her body limp and sated beneath me.
But I wasn't done with her yet. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to taste every part of her.
“Turn over,” I commanded as I moved lower, my lips finding her ass.
I was momentarily mesmerized as I admired it, my eyes roaming over its roundness, taking in every detail.
I leaned down, my tongue finding her asshole, and I heard her gasp as I began to rim her.
Amiyah's hands fisted in the sheets, her body responding to my tongue. I explored her, feasting until I had my fill. I reached up, my hands finding her ass, and I smacked it, feeling it jiggle beneath my touch. "Throw it back on my face," I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative.
Amiyah moaned, her body responding to my command, and she threw her ass back, giving me better access. I pushed my tongue back in her asshole, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my fingers as I told her to come here.
I moved my finger to join my tongue, sliding it inside her ass, feeling her tighten around me. She moaned, her body jerking. I could feel her next orgasm nearing. I increased my pace, my finger and tongue working in tandem, feeling her body respond to me.
Amiyah's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, and I could feel her trembling. That release that only I could give her was right there, and as if pushing a detonator,
“Come again, now, Princess.”
Always eager to be my good girl, she cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her orgasm washing over her. I continued to tease her with my tongue until she made her way back to earth, but I didn't stop until she was utterly spent, her body limp and sated beneath me.
I lay my head on her ass as I continued to caress her all over. We lay there for a while, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I just knew she was spent as I rolled off her, lying on my back, surprised when she straddled me, kissing all over me.
“I’m about to please you. I want your pleasure to belong to me tonight,” she informed me, rendering me speechless as I licked my bottom lip and nodded my understanding.
“Come sit on my face.”
She didn’t ask, she didn’t plead, she demanded, and I listened, easing the wet biker shorts down my legs, leaving me completely nude and locked under her wanton gaze.
I straddled her gorgeous ass face, feeling her hot mouth against my wet, aching pussy. Her hands gripping my ass, pulling me on her tongue, giving long, slow licks to my clit, getting her fill of me.
“Shit, Miyah, mmmmmm,” I moaned, my hips moving instinctively, grinding against her face, feeling her tongue slide over my folds, pushing me closer to the edge.
Amiyah's hands moved to my hips, holding me in place as she increased her pace, her tongue sliding into my pussy, darting in and out of me, fucking me like she had a point to prove, and she applied the perfect amount of pressure to my clit.
“Princesssssss, you eating this pussy so g—good,” she had me stuttering, “I—I, I’m fuckkkkkkkk,” I cried out as my body shuddered and my orgasm tore through me.
She continued to suck on my now sensitive clit as my body hummed and vibrated from the way she feasted on me.
I felt insatiable in her presence, wanting more. I moved to slide my body down hers. I needed to touch her, feel my clit grinding against hers, our moans frantic as we chased our release together. As I started making my way down her body, she grabbed my waist, stopping me.
"Not so fast," she said, her voice low and husky, filled with desire. She positioned my wet, pulsating clit until it was hovering over her taut nipple. "Ride my nipple, Calla. Bring that pretty pussy here."
I moaned, my body responding to her demand, my pussy gushing at her words.
I lowered myself, my clit finding her nipple, and I began to move, grinding against her, feeling her hard nipple tease and stimulate my sensitive flesh.
The sensation was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through my body, heightening my arousal.
Amiyah's hands found my ass, squeezing and kneading, urging me on. "Mmmmm, that's it, Baby, ride it until you come on it," she ordered, her voice filled with lust and desire.
Her words only served to heighten my pleasure, my body responding as she talked me through it, my nipples hardening, my clit throbbing.
I moved faster, my hips grinding against her, my clit sliding back and forth over her nipple, leaving a slippery trail of my arousal.
She met my movements, her nipple teasing and stimulating me, pushing me closer to another release as my body tensed and my muscles coiled.
As her final magic act, where she could make a flood appear, she pushed her thumb against my asshole, teasing and probing, pushing inside me. She moved her thumb, fucking me with it, twisting it in and out slowly.
“Ohhhhhh, Miyahhhhh, pleaseeee,” I gasped and pleaded, my body responding to the intrusion, my pussy gushing at the sensation. The combination of her thumb in my ass and her nipple against my clit was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Come for me, Calla. Show me I've been the perfect good girl by coming all over me, wet my titties and face up," she begged, her submission pushing me into pleasure’s abyss.
I cried out, tears running down my cheeks, my body shaking in release as I squirted all over her.
Amiyah continued to tease me with her nipple, feeling my body respond, my asshole clenching and unclenching around her thumb.
I didn't stop until I was utterly spent, my body limp and wrung out on top of hers.
She moaned, her body responding to my release, her hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve, every line.
"Look at you, Calla. So fucking sexy. You squirted all over me. You treated me like your personal dirty little slut," Amiyah whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I eased down her body, leaving her breasts and face covered in my orgasm as she licked her lips, my nipples hardening, my clit throbbing as it connected with her.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” we moaned in tandem, as if the connection was spiritual.
She reached up, her hands finding my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, her thumbs teasing my nipples. "You like that, don't you, Mistress? You like using me for your pleasure," she purred, her voice needy.
I nodded, my body quivering with need, my pussy gushing with arousal. "Yes, Amiyah. You’re mine to do what I fuckin’ please. I'm your everything," I moaned. The wet friction from our connection pulls cries of immense pleasure from her.
“There she is, my good girl. Come all over my pussy,” I ordered as I wrapped my hand around her throat and fucked her clit-to-clit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, pleasure coursing through her.
“Look at me while you come.”
And she did, her face contorting, her mouth opening as her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body convulsing in pleasure.
“Good, girl,” I praised, kissing her through her orgasm.
The room was still, offering the kind of quiet that only comes after everything has been stripped bare.
My body hummed with the echo of release, but more than that, it hummed with her, the warmth of Amiyah’s skin pressed against mine, the soft rise and fall of her breath against my chest as she curled into me, her thighs wrapped around me, hair wild from my hands, lips kiss-bruised, yet she looked at peace.
I brushed my fingers slowly through her hair, letting the rhythm calm us both. “You’re mine,” I whispered.
Her lips curved against my collarbone. “I am,” she confirmed.
That wordless trust broke something in me. I’d spent so much of my life believing no one could hold me without cutting me. But here she was, giving me her weight, her breath, her laughter, like she knew I wouldn’t let her shatter.
I tilted her chin up with a fingertip, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, slower this time, reverent. “You’re safe with me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy but sure. “I know,” she whispered. And then, after a pause, “You make me feel seen, Calla. Not just wanted, but seen and in HD.”
My chest tightened. I kissed her again, unable to help it, then pulled back just enough to look at her properly. “There’s something I want you to come to with me, as my date.”
She blinked, curiosity flickering in her gaze.
“The BlackSphere annual masquerade gala. It’s for a charitable cause,” I admitted. “Formal gowns, masks, champagne, speeches. The kind of night where everyone’s watching.” My thumb traced the curve of her cheek. “I don’t want to go alone this year. I want you and James there with me.”
Her lips parted, surprise flickering across her face before it melted into something softer. “Me? At your company’s big event?”
“Yes.” My voice left no room for doubt. “Not as a colleague. Not as someone hidden in the shadows but as my girlfriend.”
Her eyes glistened, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “What would I even wear?”
A laugh slipped from me, unguarded. “Something unforgettable. I’ll make sure of it.”
She tucked her face into my neck, her laughter vibrating against my skin. “You’re serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious.” I tightened my arm around her, breathing her in. “I want them to see you, masked, maybe, but mine.”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. She just held me tighter.
In this moment, the thought of being vulnerable in public didn’t terrify me. With her, it almost felt like freedom.