Chapter 5 #2
“Showing you just how much I love you.” I sit back on my haunches and tip my head back so I can look him dead in the eye. “Because I do, Kendrick. I love you.”
With another kiss to the tip of his dick, I rise up to my knees and take him fully into my mouth.
“Are you for real right now?” he demands, cupping my face and tilting my head back. “Did you just tell me you love me mid-blowie?”
“Mm-hmm,” I confirm with a mouthful of him. Then I pull back with an exaggerated pop. “Would you prefer I stand up and say it again?”
Chuckling low, he thrusts his hips, driving his growing erection deeper into my throat. “Oh, you’ll be saying it again. And again and again and again. I want to hear it every day for the rest of our lives, Mama. I love you, too. I’d do anything for you.”
His declaration causes warmth to pool in my belly. The way his dick gets more rigid in my mouth by the second has liquid fire burning me from the inside out. I take him as deep as I can manage, and he hisses through clenched teeth, his fingers weaving into my hair and massaging the back of my head.
“You like the way we taste combined like that, don’t you, Mama?”
I moan my confirmation around his length, relishing the way it pulses ever so slightly and the taste of the pearl of precum—or would it be postcum?—that leaks out the tip.
“Thank you,” I murmur, holding his gaze as I lick his slit clean. “Can I have more, please?” With a deep inhale through my nose, I suck him all the way into my mouth and let him rest against my tongue.
“Goddamn, Jojo. You look so pretty on your knees for me. You can have it all.”
I continue savoring him with slow, languid, reverent sucks. I can’t help but groan as I explore, savoring the saltiness of our mixed releases as I lap at him. Every swipe heightens my arousal, prompting me to pour all my energy into making him feel good.
Swallowing around him again, I ghost my fingertips up his muscular inner thighs. I massage his balls, then travel higher and rub behind his sack until he’s a mess of curses and praise.
“Fuck, Mama. Goddamn. Such a good girl. Such a polite, well-mannered girl for me. You like being on your knees with a mouthful of dick, don’t you, JoJo?” he asks, combing one big hand through my hair.
“I love it,” I purr. Then I go right back to sucking him.
He blows out a big exhale, clearly trying to hold it together. “You just gonna stay down there worshipping my cock while I clean up?”
I nod, careful not to let him fall out of my mouth as I tease my tongue along the ridge of the crown.
Reaching for his soap and loofah, he smirks down at me. He lathers up quickly, using one hand to wash his body while he places the other firmly on the top of my head. Before long, he’s alternating between playing with my hair and stroking my face while he thrusts his hips gently.
He’s hard and leaking in my mouth by the time he rinses his body, a feat I’m exceptionally proud of, considering he came less than five minutes ago.
“Fuck, Jojo. Your perfect mouth is almost as good as your pretty little pussy. I’m rock hard and ready to bust again,” he groans, leaning against the shower wall.
“So do it,” I taunt.
“Ask nicely.” He shifts back far enough that his cock pops out from between my lips.
I whimper at the loss. “Please?”
Grinning, he smooths my hair back. Then he cups my face and tilts it up.
“You know just what I like to hear, don’t you, Mama?”
“Please, Kendrick, will you let me suck on your big fat cock and swallow your cum?”
“Goddamn,” he groans, his hand abandoning my head to circle his shaft. “Open that fucking mouth.”
Eagerly, I rise up, lick the underside of his dick, and stick out my tongue as far as it will go.
“You want it?”
“Yes,” I plead.
He grits his teeth, and his thighs tense under my palms. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Come on my tongue, K.”
On command, hot bursts erupt from him, and I catch as much as I can in my open, waiting mouth.
Groaning, I lick my lips and peer up through soaking wet lashes. When his eyes lock with mine, I swallow him in one gulp.
After one final caress of my cheek, he offers me a hand and gently pulls me to my feet. Before I can step out from under the spray, he tugs me against his slick, warm chest and cups my pussy as he kisses my neck.
I wrap my arms up and around him and lean back, letting him hold my weight.
“You did so good for me, Mama. I won’t be able to step into this shower without thinking about you on your knees.”
His praise makes my heart float in my chest.
“You want help washing your hair?”
As tempting as his offer sounds, he’s had a hell of a day.
“I’ve got it.”
“It’s like that, huh? I know you can do it yourself, and I respect it. But I want to do it. How about can I wash your hair for you, please?”
My insides melt as I nod.
He makes quick work of squirting a glob of shampoo into his palm, lathering up, and massaging it into my scalp.
I sag against him, my back to his chest, and soak up his warmth as he takes his time working me over.
For as much pleasure as he’s brought me tonight, Kendrick brings an equal amount of comfort. The way he cares is a sacred practice.
After I’ve rinsed and conditioned, he spins me in his arms and kisses me softly.
“You meant what you said?” He worries at his lip, his vulnerability on full display.
But he has nothing to be worried about. I meant it, and I’ll say it to him every day, per his request, if that’s what it takes for him to believe me.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Not just because of what you did, K, but because of who you are. Because of how you nurture and love. I love you, and I’m in love with you, Kendrick.”
His eyes flutter closed, and he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. Eventually, he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and he fixes his attention on me again.
“I love you, too.”
With one last kiss to the top of my head, he moves to exit the shower. Naked and dripping onto the mat outside the enclosure, he turns and gives me a thorough once-over. “I’ll leave you to finish up, but don’t you dare wipe away what I gave you between those pretty little thighs. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” I smile coquettishly and wink as he shuts the shower door between us.