15. Harlem #2
“I’on know. I can think of better things to do than that.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“I was thinking we could create our own movie.”
She turned around and straddled me on the couch. I loved how perfectly she fit up against my body.
We kissed as the movie credits came on. She straddled me and locked her legs on my side. It wasn’t long before Baby’s blouse was removed and tossed to the floor. One toffee-dipped nipple was in my mouth. She still wore her skirt, but it was pulled up around her waist.
She had freed my dick from my pants and found her seat on it. She rode the hell out of me, and my hands held tightly to her waist. Our moans and grunts rivaled the shenanigans on the movie.
My hands cupped her breasts as I kissed her. I took pleasure in her eyes at half-mast and her swollen lips; she was a woman who was being thoroughly fucked.
I gripped her hair and tangled my fingers tightly in it before I shoved her closer to me to kiss her. That seemed to make her grow wetter, which turned me on.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetness. I love looking at your li’l cute ass while I kiss you and make love to you.”
“I love it when I’m full of you,” she whispered and then followed it with a moan when I bumped up against her and she grinded against me.
I drew my fingers over the freckles on her chest, and she reached out and tugged the hem of my shirt. I pulled my T-shirt up over my chest and head before I tossed it to the floor. The same way that I traced around her freckles, she traced my tattoos.
“I used to be self-conscious about all the freckles all over my body, but you make me feel seen and beautiful, Harlem.”
“That’s because I do see you, and you’re more than beautiful, sweetness. You’re fucking stunning.”
I pressed deeper into her, and she cried out. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her in all the best ways. She gripped her legs tightly around me, but I used it as leverage to pull us both off the couch.
When I stood, I bounced her up and down, ramming her insides with my dick until she cried out. The moment that her legs released and went limp, I pulled her off me and turned her to face the couch. She placed her hands on the back of it, and I spread her legs apart.
I pulled her ass closer to me, and I slowly slid into her from behind.
“Harlem, deeper,” she cried out.
With slow, intentional movements, I drilled her and gave her deeper, harder, faster, all the things that she asked me for until she breathlessly screamed that she couldn’t take any more.
I couldn’t get enough of her. I lifted her leg up and propped it over the crook of my arm.
When I dipped at an angle, I invaded her body like never before.
My pumps were hard and fast, and it forced her legs open wider. She screamed, and then she grabbed the pillow from the couch and bit into it. I pounded my woman like I was going insane.
When every thought became irrational, and the sensation of pleasure took hold of me, I pulled out and released all over her back. Baby was spent, and she collapsed against the couch. The movie was forgotten, the pizza was mostly gone, and we were both sleepy.
I carried her upstairs, and she yawned sleepily.
“Do you want me to just wash you up, or you want to shower?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I turned toward my door.
“I want whatever you want, sweetheart.”
I carried her to the shower, splayed her legs wide again, and I propped one foot on the bench.
“What are you doing, Harlem?”
“Finishing my dinner. I’m still hungry.”
I kneeled behind her, slid a finger through her folds, and slowly pumped to juice her up again. Once she worked her hips, I spread her wide and buried my face in her silken flesh. I took my time pleasuring her as I licked along her lips while my thumb circled her clitoris.
“Gaahh,” she cried out when I slid my other thumb in her ass. “You make me feel soooo good, Harlem.” Her voice was a whine and a plea at once, as though she didn’t want me to stop.
I pulled my thumb free, spread her ass cheeks, and splayed a hand on her lower back.
I sucked her lips one at a time before I spun her around to face me.
This time when she propped her other leg on the bench, I sucked her voraciously.
She pumped her hips, held onto my head with both hands, and she nourished me until she squirted all over my face.
When I rocked back on my heels, our gazes met. We both remained that way for a while, staring at each other, relishing the satisfied looks on one another’s faces, and worked to regulate our breathing. I stood, captured her lips with mine, and slowly reached behind her to turn on the shower.
“I love when you do the things that you do to my body, Harlem.” She planted her hands on my chest.
“And I love when you open up and trust me to please you, to make you happy, and to give you my all.” Our kiss was slow, leisurely, and exploratory. We conversed between our kisses, but there was no rush to bring it to an end.
“Why are you so content on giving me the best of everything?” she asked between kisses.
I rested my forehead against hers, eyeing her closely. “Because I love you.”
There. My truth was finally out there. I had tested it out on her when she was asleep, but saying it now, there was no way that I could take it back, hide it, or alter it.
I kept my gaze trained on her to see how she might react.
It was in the light flicker of her eyes, the subtle widening of her irises, and the hitch in her breath.
I had caught her off guard. Although I didn’t tell her that so that she could repeat it, I did want an acknowledgment that she understood what I was saying to her and what that meant for us.
“How do you know that you love me already?”
I grabbed her fist and placed it against my chest. “Because you make me feel whole, . . . here. You strengthen me here.” I opened her hand and tapped a finger against my head.
“Because I know that you were meant for me, and no other woman could do for me what you’ve done.
And because God affirmed it in my soul.”
“Good, because I thought that I was in this alone. I thought that I was falling too fast and too easily.”
Our kiss grew in passion; subtle moans and light nips found their way into the kiss before I brushed my lips against her nose. “You’ll never be in this alone.”
“How do I know that?”
“Anyone can say they love you. People often sound good, but I’m a firm believer that the heart is shown in your actions. Don’t listen to my words; feel how I love you by the way that I show you I love you, Tegan.”
She nodded, and then she proceeded to wash my body before I washed hers. After our shower, I dried her off, and I carried her to bed. We were still a little damp when we climbed in bed, but it didn’t bother either of us.
We fell asleep in my bed with her firmly encapsulated in my arms, our hearts connected as one, and I knew that all was right in the world.