Daymir #2
“I like you.” My hands move to her ass. “You fit,” I admit because she does.
Even just like this, I know she does because nothing in my mind is screaming hitting and quitting.
It hasn’t since that first night. She’s literally been crowding my thoughts all day and night and her sitting right here, in my lap, in my bedroom—this feels right as fuck.
“I like you too but I know I’ll like you more if you take this dress off.”
“But I like this dress. Poetic Justice was tight,” I comment, teasing, as I run my hand across the movie poster printed across her dress.
“Good. I picked it for you. I felt like you like the movie too. See, we’re already connected.”
“For me? Is that right?”
“Mm hm. I also picked out what’s under it for you too.”
“Well, I gotta see that.”
Seductively, she raises up on her knees then grabs my hands. She places them on the hem of her dress. Happily, I raise the dress up and off, exposing her orange, laced panties and bra.
Slowly, she eases off my lap. Standing directly in front of me, she gives me a full view, turning slowly. As she does, I take my time studying every inch of her smooth skin, and every curve. She’s absolutely stunning.
“Shit! You’re gorgeous,” I tell her and she leans in and pecks my lips.
When she’s back upright, she turns back around.
Unable to resist, I plant a kiss on her perfectly round ass then I lightly slap her cheek.
She laughs then leans down and starts to unzip her boot. “Don’t. Keep them on,” I insist.
Granting my request, she zips it back up and stands upright. She steps back closer and I part my legs so she can get even closer. My hands gravitate to her ass, they grip it. Her soft but sweet scent engulfs me and I inhale her, taking her all in before kissing her stomach
“So, you do like what’s under my dress?” she teases.
“No doubt. I’m really obsessed already but I need it off.
I think the real treasure is still hidden.
” I kiss her stomach again and she purrs.
“Take it all off,” I demand and she reaches back and unhooks her bra.
When it falls, I get the view of her pretty ass titties, dark brown areolas on creamy milk chocolate.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a favorite color until this moment.
It’s definitely brown, all Imani shades of brown.
As she pulls her panties down and steps out of them. she asks, “Better?”
“Nah. Perfect. Now, climb all of that on me.”
She grants my demand and climbs back onto my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck. Then, she kisses my bottom lip then my top before slipping her tongue in and slowly tonguing me.
“What’s next?”
“This.”
While bracing her back to keep her steady, I turn us over on to the bed.
Those beautiful damn eyes of hers are locked on me.
I love that she never shies away from my stare; that shit is sexy as hell.
When I lean in and kiss her nose, her hands inch under my shirt and glide up my chest. To assist her, I remove my shirt.
“Damn,” she utters then smiles. Her hands return to my chest then they move up to my shoulders, down my arms, then back to my chest. They move to my neck next and her fingers trace across my tattoos.
Narrowing the space between us, I lean in and plant kisses across her collar bone.
Then, I kiss down her cleavage before grazing my lips over each of her hard nipples.
After savoring both of her breasts, I make my way down to her thighs.
Imani is gorgeous, every inch of her, including her pussy.
After spreading her thighs open, I take a moment to admire her thin strip of hair and fat pussy lips. A fucking work of art.
“Shit, Imani. You are beautiful from your head down to your toes.”
“Thank y-” she begins but her words turn into a moan when I spread her lower lips and kiss her clit. “Mmm. Fuuck.”
Taking my time, I learn every part of her pussy and easily learn that she has a sensitive clit because when I give it a little attention, she starts to squirm, damn near running from me.
I don’t let her move though. I want her right here with my face drowning in her pussy.
So, I grip her ass and hold her steady while I eat her up.
Not even a minute later, I’m drowning in her juices.
“Damn. You taste sweet as fuck,” I groan before running my tongue down her slick lips.
“Ooooo, got damn,” she whimpers. “I can’t…don’t…shit. What was that?” she stumbles out.
“That was you wetting my face,” I answer and she grins.
Her soft hands grab my face and she pulls me towards her.
When my face is to hers, she nastily kisses her juices from my mouth.
I’m turned on by her in every way and my dick is threatening to burst through my sweats.
I’m so caught up that I don’t realize that one of her hands is off my face until I feel it on my dick. She’s eased her hand in my sweats.
“Damn,” I groan.
“Can I have this now?” she begs as she strokes me.
“Hell yea.”
Her hand feels so fucking good; I hate to move but I need a condom.
Not being deep inside of her isn’t an option.
So, I drag myself off the bed and grab a condom from my armoire.
When I glance back at her, I see her stalking my every move.
They don’t leave me at all. She watches as I remove my boxers and sweats and as I roll on the condom.
They don’t waver, even when I step back to the bed and climb on top of her.
Using my knee, I spread her long legs then glide my tip up and down her wet slit.
“Daymir, please,” she begs as her body squirms under me.
Granting her wish and mine fo’ damn sure, I slowly enter her.
She’s so fucking tight that I had to really ease in.
As she adjusts to my girth and length, her back arches and her legs widen.
“Oh my God!” she lightly screams as I get deeper and deeper.
She feels too fucking warm, tight, wet, and good that I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from busting too fucking fast. This shit has to be what heaven feels like. When I’m all the way in, I take a minute to gather my thoughts and to enjoy the feel of her pulsating on and hugging my dick.
“Oh God. I feel you everywhere. I’m bout to cum,” she moans and I’m not even fucking her.
But I get it. Shit!
“You want to cum?” I ask as I start to stroke.
“Mm hm,” she hisses. “Yes.”
My mouth covers hers and I kiss her passionately as I fuck her with long deep strokes. Within minutes, she’s cumming and I can feel her warm juices drown me.
“Damn, Imani,” I groan. My thrusts pick up and I swear each time I pull out, she pulls me back in and fuck!
The more I dig into her sweet pussy, the wetter she gets, and the harder it is for me to hold out. So, when she comes again, without missing a stroke, I place my hand under her back and roll us over, putting her right where I want her, on top of me. I want her riding my dick when I bust.
With a smile on her pretty face, she leans in and kisses me.
Then, her eyes close. She reaches her hands back and rests them on my knees.
The slight arch in her body is magnificent and I love the way her breasts are up.
My hands cup them both then I place my right one around her neck.
With beautiful precision, she starts to bounce up and down on me and…
“Fuck,” I groan and she moans too. We lock eyes and she rides me until she has another orgasm.
This one causes her entire body to shake.
Her pace picks up and she moans as she bounces.
Her sounds, the look of her body, and the feel of her warm juices are too much.
My hand tightens a little around her neck as I bust. “Shit!” I grunt as I fill the condom.
She collapses on me and my arms wrap around her. For a moment, we both lay, breathless. The only sounds in my condo are our heavy breathing until she says, “Mm, mm. mm,” and grins.