15. Pressure #2
She moaned low in her throat when I sucked her tongue deep, then slid one hand down my stomach and tugged at the front of my shirt. I pressed my hips into hers, lettin’ her feel exactly what she was doin’ to me, and kissed her even harder.
Spit was trailin’ between our lips every time we pulled apart, just to crash back into each other seconds later. Her lip gloss was gone, and I didn’t give a damn.
My thumb slid over her jaw while I kissed the side of her mouth, then her neck, then back to her lips.
Every kiss felt like a promise I wasn’t ready to admit I was makin’.
I could feel her chest risin’ and fallin’ against mine like her whole body was tuned in to every move I made.
And right in that moment…I felt that shit.
That shit I been runnin’ from… That emotional weight I kept tryin’ to ignore…
It wasn’t love, but it was somewhere close.
Somethin’ about the way Kashmere looked at me when I pulled back to stare at her again—eyes glassy, lips swollen, skin flushed—it made me realize I didn’t wanna share her with the rest of this house.
I didn’t want her wonderin’ about the other women.
I didn’t want her to go , but I couldn’t tell her that shit. It was too soon and I was still in a war with my feelin’s, so I just stayed pressed against her, kissin’ her slow one last time before I whispered in her ear.
“You not goin’ nowhere tonight.”
And she didn’t argue. She nodded once and looked up at me, and I already knew… She was stayin’.
Before all this arranged marriage shit came into play, I never saw myself lettin’ another woman back in my bed, but here I was, layin’ on top of Kashmere, strokin’ her slow to some Jodeci like she was already my gal.
Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist like she didn’t want no part of me slippin’ away, and my silk sheets had slid down the curve of my back, bunchin’ at my hips while I moved deep inside her.
The bass from the speakers was low, just enough to fill the space, and every now and then her moans fell right in rhythm with the beat.
My hand was slid up behind her thigh, holdin’ it right at the crease where her ass met her body while I rolled my hips into her slow. I wasn’t rushin’ nothin’ or poundin’ like I had somethin’ to prove. I was grindin’ into her steady, like her pussy was mine and always had been.
Her nails was diggin’ into my back, but I ain’t care. The sting only pushed me deeper. She felt too damn good, and I wasn’t tryin’ to hold back or play it cool.
“Nigga…” she moaned out, her voice all breathy and soft, like she couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Mmm… you so big, baby… you fuckin’ me so good.”
I looked down at her, watchin’ how her mouth stayed open like she was stuck between cussin’ and cryin’. Her eyes had glassed over, and I swore I saw a tear roll down the side of her face, catchin’ the moonlight from the window.
That shit had me in a chokehold.
“You cryin’, Kash?” I asked low while my strokes slowed up even more, draggin’ my dick out of her like I wanted her to feel every single inch on the way out, then slidin’ it right back in deep. “This dick that good, huh?”
She nodded fast, her hands slippin’ up to my shoulders, tryna pull me down closer like she needed me to hear her heart beatin’ through her chest.
“Yes… yes… oh my God, yes.”
I dropped my head and sucked her bottom lip slow, then kissed her again with all tongue—wet, deep, and nasty like we ain’t have no dam manners. My hand slid up to her titty, grippin’ it tight before I sucked her nipple into my mouth and circled it with my tongue while my hips kept rollin’.
Her back arched under me and she damn near whined, reachin’ up to grab the headboard like she needed somethin’ to hold on to.
“That’s it, mama,” I whispered against her chest, kissin’ her between every word. “Take this dick.”
She kept moanin’ my name, draggin’ it out like she wanted to write it on the fuckin’ walls, and all I could do was keep feedin’ her stroke after stroke. Her pussy was squeezin’ around my dick, like it had missed me even before we met.
I slid one hand up the back of her neck and grabbed a handful of her curls to let her know I was still in control. Then I kissed her again, slow and messy, our tongues tanglin’ like we was tryna fuck through the kiss alone.
Her leg slid higher around my waist, and she pushed her hips up to meet every stroke, her body so damn responsive I almost forgot I was supposed to be takin’ my time.
But I wasn’t finna nut yet…
I slowed it down again, holdin’ her deeper, grindin’ into her with my full weight so she could feel all this dick pressin’ up in her stomach.
“Mmm—baby…” she cried out again, her voice shakin’. “Pressure, oh my God… I can’t take no more…”
“Yes you can,” I growled in her ear, kissin’ the side of her neck while my hips never stopped movin’. “You takin’ all this dick like daddy’s good girl. Ain’t this what you want?”
“Yes,” she gasped, “I need it. I need you. ”
That right there…That’s when it hit me.
It wasn’t just the way her pussy gripped my dick or the way her moans sounded sweeter than the song playin’ in the background. It was how she looked at me.
She saw me. The nigga under all this money and muscle.
That realization settled deep in my chest, right where I’d been tryin’ not to feel nothin’.
I buried my face in her neck and sucked her skin there, leavin’ a mark on purpose.
Her hands slid up to my head, diggin’ her nails in my waves, and I kept movin’ in her slow, pushin’ her to the edge while lettin’ her drown in every stroke.
Our bodies was slick with sweat, and the room smelled like sex, weed, and her damn perfume, and I was addicted to it all.
She whispered somethin’ I ain’t even catch fully, but the way her voice trembled told me everything I needed to know.
I looked down at her again and saw the tears streakin’ the corners of her eyes while her chest rose and fell fast beneath me.
“You mine now,” I said against her lips, slidin’ my tongue back into her mouth. “Ain’t no goin’ back.”
She didn’t argue. She just wrapped her arms around me tight and gave me the kind of kiss that made me never wanna fuck nobody else again.
And after I finally pulled my dick out and came, I pushed my dick back deep inside her. We both laid there with my weight pressed into her soft body, my heart slowin’ back down while hers tried to catch up.
I slid out of her carefully and pulled her closer, lettin’ her know she wasn’t leavin’ this bed unless I let her.
Her face was tucked into my neck now, breathin’ slow, her eyes flutterin’ shut while her fingers traced little circles on my chest.
She was out within minutes, and for the first time in years…
I ain’t mind fallin’ asleep with somebody that wasn’t my ex, in my arms.