Church #2
“Wait. Aren’t you in the process of buying property? You know you can’t make any big purchases when you’re trying to buy property. Plane tickets. Hotel stays. You sure about this?”
He winked at me. “Look at you.” He leaned in close, his mouth right beside my ear. “I haven’t even given you the dick, and you’re already trying to take care of me.”
“Shut up.” I pushed him away like I was annoyed. Really, I was turned on. The way his mouth felt covering my vagina, and his tongue lapping at my clit . . . I could still remember every sensation.
“Nah, for real. I’m on it. I got this. You up for taking a trip to the East Coast with me?”
Inner Church wisely reminded me that I was supposed to be staying away from Jonah Sumners. Ho Church told her to shut her cock-blocking ass up. I was about to get some dick in a different time zone. Yes, please. “Yeah.”
After dinner, Jones followed me home. At some point, we’d come to the mutual decision that we needed to continue the evening without the rest of our families. In my kitchen, he backed me up against the island, wrapped me in his arms, and buried his face in my neck.
“Stop,” I half giggled, half whined.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He nipped my neck then soothed it with open-mouthed kisses.
“Why’s that?”
“Because your pussy tastes like something I wanna have every day. Can I have it every day?”
“Greedy ass.”
“Fa’sho.” And with that, he backed away from me. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted from my feet and tossed over his shoulder. He had worked on my house, so I knew he knew where my bedroom was. And that was exactly where we ended up.
Before I realized what was happening, I was flat on the bed and flat on my back. His large hands gripped both of my thighs, and he dragged me to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my panties.
“Hey, no more panty ripping.” He’d ripped off my panties the last time. I wasn’t trying to let him fall into the bad habit of destroying all of my underwear.
He moved his eyes up to mine. “Shut up,” he told me before he fell to his knees, snatching my panties off as he went down to the floor.
I kind of wanted to laugh because that reminded me of home—of the street dudes from my city that I was used to dating, the dudes who my last boyfriend had been nothing like.
Before I could chuckle, my legs were draped over his shoulders, and he buried his face in my center. Dipping his tongue into me, he began the process of devouring me.
“Oh.” The word slipped from my lips before I could even process the sensations.
My hips started to gyrate slowly against his mouth while my hands made their way to his long locs and pulled.
I rocked my lower body as Jones’ tongue, lips, and teeth played in my sacred space.
Everything about the treatment he was giving my vagina was above and beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
The way he sucked my clit between his teeth, flicking it repeatedly, was ecstasy.
The way he tongued my opening was nirvana.
I hummed and whimpered out my fondness for his proficiency.
I wanted time to slow down so I could linger.
I wanted to sit right there in the pleasure he was providing, but I knew that couldn’t happen.
I knew the sensations he caused were fleeting because, already, the familiar tsunami was starting to build in my stomach.
My body began to tense. My thighs slammed shut around his head.
My back lifted from the bed, and then I was falling over the edge with screams and shudders, dripping my essence into his awaiting mouth.
Once I recovered, the two of us stripped naked, and Jones handled the protection.
He climbed up my body. When his face was parallel with mine, he gave me a sloppy kiss.
I kissed him back, tasting both him and myself on his luscious lips.
We kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed.
Before long, I felt him push my legs back slightly and slide inside of me.
I groaned at him filling me—at both the stretching of it and the bliss of it all.
He alternated between kissing me and staring unblinkingly into my eyes while he deep-stroked me. Everything about the encounter we were sharing was intensely intimate. I felt open and vulnerable as his hands glided over my body, causing goosebumps to appear along my skin.
“You feel so good, but I promise I wanna put you in a different position.”
“Please don’t put me in a different position,” I pleaded with a moan as I raised my hips to meet the stroke he delivered.
“Fucking like this is bad for business. Type of shit that makes you fuck around and fall in love without tryin’ to. Either that, or somebody gon’ end up pregnant.”
I had to laugh. “Somebody, huh? It could be either one of us?”
“Nah. It’s definitely gon’ be your thick ass.” He slammed into me, and just like that, joke time was over. He angled his hips, hitting a spot that he hadn’t hit before, causing me to whine out his name.
“Yes,” was all I managed to moan before I pulled his face back down to mine so that we could kiss some more.
Is it weird that I want to have sex with him forever? I asked myself.