Chapter 2 #2
My hands were steady despite the storm of desire brewing inside me.
My fingertips sought out the hem of her white blouse.
I undid each button with skillful fingers, my touch deliberate but tender.
Exposing her skin inch by inch, I peeled back the layers until her black lace bra was revealed, a simple barrier I was more than ready to conquer.
Gently, I tugged down the cups, revealing her warm butterscotch breasts to the soft glow of the room. Her nipples peaked under my gaze, and I couldn’t help the grin that broke across my bearded face.
“I told you what was going to happen. I hope you believe what I said because I keep my promises, Detective Morris. And I’m going to suck these beautiful nipples of yours until you cum so hard, you can’t fuckin’ see straight. I just need your blessing. Tell me I can have it.”
Her breath hitched at my words, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm that summoned me closer.
She nodded slowly as I traced the outline of her chocolate brown areolas with my fingertips, coaxing the already tight buds into even firmer mounds.
Goosebumps populated over her skin, the sight sending a jolt of arousal straight to my groin.
“They are beautiful, too, these nipples. So hard like diamonds,” I whispered, leaning in until my breath skimmed over her sensitive flesh.
“I can’t wait to have them in my mouth.” My eyes lifted to meet hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that bordered on worship.
“And later, once I’ve made that pussy cum until you can’t cum anymore…
I’m going to slide this big-ass dick right between these round breasts of yours and fuck them until my cum is resting all over your beautiful face. ”
Averie’s response was a shiver, her body language speaking higher volumes than words ever could.
The shameless promise of pleasure—the carnal declaration of what was to come—was all part of the dance we were embarking on.
It was a dance of power, possession, and uninhibited passion.
It was a game we played, one where the rules were ours to make and break, and every touch and every word was both an offering and a claim on what was ours.
The look in Averie’s eyes deepened as we exchanged glances, a mixture of admiration and hunger that made her hips move instinctively under my command.
Her blouse hung open, revealing the curves of her breasts cradled by the bra now dragged down under the plump brown globes.
She was still dressed, though barely, and the sight of her like this stoked a fire in my veins.
“You look beautiful on my couch,” I spoke lowly.
Every word was deliberate, chosen for the reaction I knew they would elicit from her.
“I’ve waited so long for this night. And we’re both going to enjoy every fucking moment, Averie.
Even when you think you’re being tortured, it’s going to be pleasure. ”
She let out a breathy laugh, but the sound was cut short as my fingers resumed their delicious torment on her nipples.
I plucked and squeezed, each touch sending shockwaves of intense sensation through her body.
When she couldn’t help but cry out, a mix of pain mingled with heady pleasure, I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.
Leaning forward, I took one stiff nipple into my mouth, savoring the feel of her soft, silky skin against my long, warm tongue.
I bit down, not too hard, but enough to draw another sharp gasp from her before soothing the sting with gentle licks.
As I lavished attention on one nipple with my mouth, my hand played its own wicked game with the other, squeezing just to the edge of too much.
“Please,” Averie begged, her words a mere push of air. It was music to my ears.
“Please, what?” I teased, knowing full damn well what she wanted but relishing the power of making her say the words out loud.
“More.” She panted at me as her hands roamed over my waves, urging me closer, pressing me into the softness of her breast as if she couldn’t get enough of my mouth on her.
I chuckled against her skin, a deep, satisfied sound.
I gave her exactly what she asked for, increasing the suction pressure, gliding my teeth over the delicate tip, and then soothing it with lashes from my tongue.
Averie writhed beneath me, her body speaking the language of uninhibited need, saying everything her words couldn’t as she surrendered to the sensations I exuded from her.
I pulled back just enough to look up at her, to see the wild desire dancing in her dark eyes, before diving back in for another taste.
Little did she know, I had more than one way to please her.
It was just the beginning, and I intended to keep my vow.
I planned to worship her body all night long, and we’d both be satisfied by dawn.
I eased the force of my mouth, releasing Averie’s nipple with a gentle pop.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as her eyes glazed with that particular haze of pleasure only a real nigga could bring her.
I switched to the other, giving it the same harsh treatment, my teeth grazing just enough to elicit a moan of sweet agony as my fingers mirrored the action on its twin.
“Ah, Averie,” I murmured against her skin, “you’re so damn responsive.”
“Fuck!” She hissed, her voice floating in a whisper. Clearly, she hadn’t expected to feel this much from such focused attention. I felt a surge of pride rise within me. I was teaching her new ways her body could sing.
She’s learning.
My touch remained deliberate and intentional, only on her nipples and nowhere else.
I didn’t grind against her or seek my own release.
The particular moment was about her coming, about claiming every shudder and sigh.
She grabbed at my nape, an anchor in the storm I whipped up within her.
My mouth was relentless, sucking hard, drawing deep from her the essence of her desire.
“God, yes!” Averie arched her back, grinding her hips against me, her hands fierce against my fade and the tattoos on my neck. “Don’t stop!”
I wouldn’t fucking dream of it.
The strength in her grip told me everything I needed to know. She was close, teetering on the edge I had expertly curated for her.
And then it happened. Her body jerked, a wild dance of her thick hips and a silent scream of ecstasy as pleasure ripped through her.
She cried out, long and loud, a harmony of fulfillment that bounced off each wall in the room.
I tasted her climax, savored it, and kept at her until she was a quivering mess slumped into the cushions of my couch.
I looked down at her undone form, feeling a primal satisfaction in her submission. “Exquisite.”
I rose to my feet, dick hard as a missile and my body aching with need, but pushed it aside.
I focused on her, peeling away the last clothing barriers between us and preparing her for our sensual play's next act. I slid her pants off with ease, revealing the full glory of her melanated curves. Round two was on the horizon, and I’d ensure it was even more earth-shattering than the first.
“Ready for me, detective?” I quizzed, a smirk playing on my lips as I gazed down at her.
My Averie lay bare and wanting beneath me.