Kyrie Maddox #3
She leaned back in, taking me deeper this time, and my grip tightened in her hair. My other hand pressed flat against the wall behind me, needing the support. She was running this shit, the rhythm, the pressure, everything, and I was just trying not to embarrass myself.
“Sianni, baby, slow down…” I tried to warn her, but she didn’t listen.
She kept going, hands gripping my thighs, her mouth working over me like she had something to prove. And honestly? She was proving it.
My breathing got rougher. My whole body was tense, every muscle locked, and I was close to cumming. Too fucking close.
“Sianni…” I pulled her back gently, and she looked at me, confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, my voice rough. “But if you keep going like this, shit’s gonna be over too fast.”
She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “So, what you tryna do then?”
I pulled her up and kissed her hard, my whole focus on her. Nothing else mattered. My hands were already pulling at her clothes, shirt over her head, bra unhooked, and pants sliding down until she stood there in nothing but her skin and that look that had me ready to go insane.
“Get on the couch,” I told her.
She didn’t hesitate. She walked over and climbed on the couch, lying back and watching me like she was daring me to do something about it.
I stripped out of my clothes and joined her, settling between her legs. For a second, I just looked at her. The way her chest was rising and falling. The way her eyes stayed locked on mine. The way she was waiting but not rushing me.
“You know I appreciate you, right?” I said, my hand slowly sliding up her thigh.
She nodded. “You told me.”
“Nawl, I’m telling you again.” I leaned down, kissing her neck and her collarbone, taking my time. “You held me down when nobody else did. You believed in me. You put up with all my shit. All of it.”
“I know,” she whispered, her hands sliding up my back.
“So, I’m going to make sure you feel that shit,” I said against her skin. “Every inch of it.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, and the second I pushed inside, we both took a breath at the same time. She was so fucking warm and tight; I had to pause just to get myself together.
“Fuck…” I muttered, my forehead resting against hers.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I didn’t. I started moving, slow at first, deep strokes that had her gasping and gripping my shoulders. But the more I felt her, the more I heard her, the harder it got to stay controlled.
I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her into me with each thrust. She met me halfway, her body moving with mine as her nails dug into my back.
“Right there, Big Daddy,” she moaned, and I felt that shit in my chest. A smile crossed my face at the way she said it, and it had me going even harder and deeper, as she’d just unlocked something in me.
I shifted the angle, going deeper, and her whole body arched off the couch. I leaned down, kissing her hard while I kept moving, trying to give her everything, the intensity, the passion, the shit I couldn’t put into words.
“You feel that?” I asked against her lips, my voice rough.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“That’s all you, baby. All you.”
I wasn’t just fucking her. I was claiming her, showing her what she meant to me, making sure she understood this wasn’t just physical. This was everything.
But I wasn’t being gentle either. I couldn’t be. The way she felt, the way she sounded, the way she was looking at me, it had me moving harder and faster, trying to pull every sound, every reaction out of her.
“Say my name,” I told her, my hand sliding up to grip her throat gently.
“Baby—”
“Nawl, say my name.”
She moaned it, and I felt that shit everywhere.
I kept going, my body pressed against hers, my rhythm steady but intense. I could feel her tightening faster, her moans getting louder.
“I got you,” I told her, my voice low in her ear. “Let it go. I got you.”
And when she did, when her whole body tensed and she cried out my name, I wasn’t far behind.
I buried myself deep, my grip on her tightening, my own release hitting me so hard I couldn’t think straight. For a few seconds, we just stayed like that, breathing hard, holding onto each other like we were the only two people in the world.
When I finally pulled back to look at her, she was staring at me with this look that made my chest tighten.
I brushed her hair back from her face, my hand still shaking a little. “You straight?”
She was quiet for a second, just looking at me like she was trying to figure something out. Then she let out this soft laugh, the kind that came from somewhere real.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice still rough. “I’m straight.”
I kissed her, slowly this time, and she melted into it. When I pulled back, she was still looking at me, and I could see it all over her face, the same shit I was feeling.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I said, my forehead resting against hers. “That’s what you deserve.”
She smiled, running her hand down my chest. “You showed me.”
I helped her up off the couch before pulling her against me again, my hands sliding over her body while she laughed softly under her breath.
“Come here,” I muttered against her lips before guiding her toward the little bathroom connected to the room.
The second we stepped inside, shawty looked back at me over her shoulder, and yeah… that was all it took.
One round apparently wasn’t enough for either of us.
Steam filled the bathroom while water ran down our bodies, and the whole time, my hands stayed on her like I couldn’t keep them there enough.
By the time we finally cleaned ourselves up, both of us looked tired as hell.
I wrapped a towel around her before leading her back into the room with me. Soon as we made it back over to the couch, Sianni curled herself against my side automatically while I pulled her closer.
My arm stayed wrapped around her waist while her head rested against my chest, and for once, neither of us said shit.
We just lay there tangled up together until sleep finally knocked both of us out.