35. Four #3
When she whimpered, my dick got hard as hell.
I pulled her closer, needing to use her body to put pressure on it.
Finally, I pulled back; her lips were swollen and looked so damn good that I went back for a second round.
This time when she whimpered, I lifted her from the ground, and as if we’d done this a million times, her legs wrapped around my waist. I could feel how hot her pussy was through the yoga shorts she wore.
I moved us from the foyer to the living room, and I sat on the couch.
The entire time we moved, we never broke from our kiss.
She started to do a slow grind on my dick, and I stilled her movements.
I wanted like no other to get between her thighs, but I didn’t know where she was with that.
I wasn’t going to rush her. I was a grown man, and if I had to jack off until she was ready for that, then so be it.
I pulled back, dropped my head against the back of the couch, and looked up at the ceiling.
Cori kissed from my lips to my throat, nibbling.
Once she got her fill of my throat she came back to my lips, kissed me one last time then rested her head on my chest. I could feel her breath against my nipple, every time she exhaled, which made my dick twitch.
“I need…” she stopped talking, and I lifted my head to look at her.
“What?” My voice was rough and heavy with lust.
“I’m okay,” she said, looking up at me. She started to rock, and I bit into my bottom lip. “I-I-I-I can do this.”
“We don’t have to,” I told her, shaking my head. I hated to hear her stutter. “We don’t have to do shit you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she quickly said, then stood.
With her feet planted on the couch, she used me for balance and pulled her shorts off.
Her pretty ass pussy was right in my face.
I wasn’t a nigga that liked bald pussy. It wasn’t for me.
It was attached with too many bad memories.
Seeing her neat little hair made my mouth water.
Her hand cupped my jaw and lifted my face to look at her. “I want to.”
“Alright,” I said, nodding. I moved her hand off my face and back to my shoulder.
Once I knew she was situated, I lifted her leg, put it over my shoulder, and kissed her pussy.
Her smell was intoxicating. I held on to her leg that was on my shoulder, looked up, making sure her eyes were locked on me, then used my tongue to push open her lips and played with her clit.
I knew the concept of eating pussy because of porn and my fucked-up childhood, but I’d never done it.
Sex with other women when I became an adult was to get my nut off.
I never cared about their pleasure, only about getting mine, but being mindful of never hurting them.
This was different. I cared about Cori and her pleasure.
I wanted to see everything, experience everything, so that it would be embedded in my mind.
Her mouth dropped open, and she inhaled. She was trying so hard not to make a sound, and I hated that. I wanted to hear her. I applied more pressure to her clit, sucked, licked, and flicked it with my tongue until her legs started to shake.
“Ohhh, shit,” she hissed and grabbed the back of my head.
I felt her nails scrape through my scalp.
Her hips started to move, and I knew that I was doing it right.
I used my free hand and pushed two fingers into her pussy as I ate it.
Her legs started to shake faster, and I felt her pussy start to spasm.
Her orgasm hit her harder than either of us expected.
I held onto her leg, sucked on her clit, and fucked her with my fingers. “Uri!”
Corinthians juices flowed from her pussy to my hand and down my arm. Her head went back, and she looked at the ceiling as she rode my face. She looked so fucking beautiful. I had cameras in my living room for safety reasons. With her permission, I planned to watch this over and over.
Once she came down from her high, I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy, licked them clean, and sat back.
Yeah, she was cool with head, but I wasn’t sure if she wanted dick or not.
I could deal with a hard dick. Corinthians nodded, then moved her leg from my shoulder, squatted, and pulled my dick from my boxer briefs. Her hand shook as she reached for me.
“Cori,” I groaned as her small hand wrapped around my dick.
“I can do this,” she whispered, then slowly lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I can do this.”
“Nah.” I wrapped my hand around hers and stopped her movements. I don’t care how good her touch felt; I could tell those tears weren’t from pleasure. I moved her hand from my dick and shook my head. “Talk to me.”
“I can do this,” she insisted. “I-I-I-I can do this.”
“Do what?” My brows damn near touched. She reached for my dick again, but I pushed her hand away. My dick was going down anyway. Yeah, I wanted to get in her pussy, but I needed to know what the fuck was going on. “What t-t-t-t-the fuck is goin’ on?”
“I can do this.”
That’s all the fuck she was saying. Her eyes were glazed over, and I could see she’d checked out. “Cori.” I moved my hand to her shoulder to try and steady her. “Cori!”
Corinthians finally blinked, then shook her head and stepped off the couch. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered and pulled her shorts up. “I-I-I-I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.”
I put my dick back in my boxer briefs, stood, and pulled her to me. “Ay, don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” Corinthians shook her head as she rested her head against my chest. “Please, Cori.”
“No,” she whispered. “I can’t.” Her tears hit my chest like a tidal wave. “I n-n-n-n-n-need to go.”
“I’ll walk you home,” I told her. I didn’t move until she nodded.
“I gotta get some pants.” I unwrapped my arms from around her, and she stepped back.
Her head was down, like she was embarrassed, and I hated that.
I kissed the top of her head, then quickly went to my room, grabbed a pair of shorts and some slides, and put them on.
I went back downstairs, took Corinthians' hand, grabbed my gun, and walked her home. I kissed her forehead again before she went inside. I didn’t move until I heard the locks engage. Once I was back home, I went to my room, changed my clothes, and left. I needed to make a run.
I needed answers.