7. James
“Fuck all this shit.”
We’d barely made it into the house before I had her pinned against the door. I damn near ripped the black dress to shreds to get to her juicy ass pussy. She tasted better than anything I’d ever eaten, and I was a man with an extensive food palate.
Playing with her pussy in the parking lot of the drive-in movie was only a refresher for what I planned to do to her tonight.
I’d broken several traffic laws as we made the trip back to my place.
The foreplay in the car had a nigga bricked up and ready to rearrange her guts.
She kept rubbing her manicured fingers against my neck.
Not to mention, her scent was all over my front seat.
I was damn near feral breaking traffic laws to get back to the house.
I lifted her leg up to get full access to her dripping pussy. The sight of her wetness made my mouth salivate.
“Wait. Wait.” Brielle put her hands on my chest to stop me from my next set of actions.
“What’s wrong?” I looked into her eyes for any sign of discomfort. The same fire in my orbs was present in hers.
“Slow down.”
“I’m gon’ respect your request, but why? Shit going smooth right now.”
“We should shower before we continue. I wanna make sure it’s fresh for your feast.”
“Fuck all that. Let me taste how your day was.”
“You’re so nasty, but I prefer freshly cleaned coochie juice when I’m kissing my man after he eats my pussy.”
My lips pulled into a big grin. “Your man, huh? I’m yo’ man?”
“Don’t piss me off,” she replied. The annoyance was only present in her choice of words because her face held a pretty smile as she swatted at me.
I laughed. “A’ight. I’ll chill for now. I want to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible when I devour that pussy for the first time.”
“Whew, shit. C’mon. Let’s get the shower out of the way.”
“I’ll get some bottles of water to put by the bed. I’ma need you hydrated because I plan on draining you of all your juices.”
“James, please!”
“This shower you’re trying to take is really putting a delay in my plans, but I’m a patient nigga. Eventually I’m gon’ have you on the floor, across the couch, on the dining room table, in the backyard, on the front porch?—”
“Okay, you will not fuck me on the front porch for all your neighbors to see.”
“And why not? I’d broadcast that shit on every news station if I could. Let the world see how great our sex is.”
“We haven’t even had full sex yet,” she pointed out.
“I don’t doubt our first time will be amazing.”
“Me either,” she agreed.
The next few moments were a blur. The hypnotizing lust I felt made my moments away from Brielle a distant memory. One moment I was in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water, and the next we were in the shower. My mind ran rampant with ways to keep my cool as I washed her body and she washed mine.
“You made sharing a shower fun and sexy,” she commented as she wrapped her towel around her body.
“That’s how it’s supposed to be. Niggas be playing instead of taking the time to caress and memorize every inch of their lady. I appreciate every curve and dip of your body. I love every roll and crevice on you, Brielle.”
She looked away as her face heated. “You know how to make a lady feel special, don’t you?”
“Absolutely. That’s what I’m here for all night. You gon’ feel a lot of things.”
“Whew.” She fanned herself. We kept our towels tied around our bodies until we were in my room. She admired the decor as I dimmed the main lamps and turned on the red LED lights on the wall. The red hue would enhance her arousal and add to the vibes I was trying to give.
“Lay down for me,” I instructed as I removed her towel and placed it on the bed. She did as she was told, like my good girl, and I lifted her feet up. I looked at her pretty pink toes and placed her big toe in my mouth.
“Oh!” she yelped in surprise.
I smirked as my tongue tickled her toes. She laughed and tried to swat me away. I kept her leg in place and trailed kisses up her calf, behind her knee, and along her inner thigh. The closer I got to her pussy, the wetter she became.
“Don’t run when I dive into this pussy,” I forewarned.
“I will not run.”
“Good. And another thing, don’t hold your breath. The pleasure is much better when you breathe through it. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word, I placed her ass in my hands and lifted her up into an angle that allowed a prime pussy eating position.
I started by using the tip of my tongue to trace along the length of her folds.
When my tongue found her clit, I pressed the full length of my tongue onto the bead and slurped on it.
She placed her hands in my locs and held them tightly.
The issue with a lot of men was that they had a one-track mind.
Eating pussy wasn’t a race. It was a marathon.
You had to know when to pick up the pace, when to go slow and steady, and when to apply pressure.
Every woman, like a course, was different.
There was no one rule fits all. Listening and adjusting to how her moans sounded, how her body reacted, and how her breathing changed was key to pleasing a woman.
“Oh, James!” Her head tilted as she ground her hips upward into my tongue.
“You moving like you wanna ride my face.”
“I do, baby. I want to sit on your face and suck your dick.”
My dick throbbed with excitement. I used my free hand to rub the tip. “C’mon.”
We moved around the bed until I was flat on my back and she was on top of me. She hovered her ass over my face as she gripped the base of my dick in her hand and massaged my balls with the other.
“Shit, baby . . .”
“Your dick is so thick. I don’t know how I’m going to take it all at once.”
“You’re a big girl, so you’ll figure it out.”
I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her down onto my face.
I let her fuck my mouth. My tongue was her vibrator as she twerked and rode my face.
I was ready to suffocate in her pussy when she took all of my length into her mouth.
I mean, she swallowed all of my nine and a half inches with no gag reflex.
She sucked and slurped and stroked my dick until my body coated in a layer of sweat to announce my nut was about to coat her throat.
“I’m about to cum, James,” she warned.
“Cum on my tongue. Let me feel your juices on my lips.”
“Shit!” Her movements became sporadic as she rode my face into a point of no return. Her thick orgasm slid from her hole. She kissed the tip of my dick before she rolled off of me and tossed her arms above her head to catch her breath.
“What’s your favorite position?” I asked as I got on my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I slowly rubbed my tip between her folds. I pressed my tip against her throbbing bead as she squirmed under me.
“Whatever position is your favorite. Just stop teasing me. I need to feel it deep inside of me.”
“I can do that.” I slowly inched my way into her warmth. I took my time, letting her adjust to my full length. Her pleasure was more important than my need to coat her walls with my nut. I wanted her to feel me with every sense in her body.
I leaned down and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She could taste herself on my tongue. She was thick and flexible. I folded her legs and pressed them into her chest for optimal positioning.
“James . . .”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m ready.”
I smirked as I pulled out just far enough for my tip to hit her entrance before I plunged into her. I dug deep into her pussy, finding her cup of juice with each thrust. The sound of her juices was all the music we needed at the moment. I looked into her eyes and saw the arousal was present.
Slow.
Deep.
Inch by inch.
I filled her until she couldn’t take any more. Then I filled her some more. I wouldn’t switch positions until I felt her juices coat my dick from her orgasm.
We went round for round for round. It wasn’t until I had her standing up, legs spread, taking my dick that we’d unlocked a new reaction.
“James!” She dug her nails into the sheet as she tried to run. I gripped her neck and squeezed. She gasped.
“Why are you running?” I asked between thrusts.
“I’m about to pee!” she cried.
“No, you’re not.” I laughed. I held her closer and placed one of my feet on the mattress to change the angle. I knew with each thrust, my balls would hit her clit. The stimulation would?—
“Ooo shit!” She squirted.
I smirked. “You’re making so many messes, beautiful.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“Fuck are you apologizing for?”
“The mess?”
“Fuck these sheets. Make as many messes as you want. I don’t give a fuck about the cleanup.”
We’d fucked well into the night and early morning. It wasn’t until she laid in the starfish position I knew my baby couldn’t take anymore. I kissed her neck and pulled out of her. She tried to move despite being exhausted.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Getting up to clean myself.”
I frowned. “Why would you do that?”
“James, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you must have forgotten who the fuck I am. I was raised to clean up after myself, and that includes making sure you’re wiped down and tucked in.”
“You don’t have?—”
“Brielle, I don’t know what kind of niggas you’re used to, but I handle all the after care in this mothafucka. Lay back and let me take care of you, please.”
“Oop. Yes, sir.”
I walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Once I was clean, I grabbed two fresh towels and wet them both with hot water. I wrung them out and walked back into the bedroom. I cleaned her up, wiping between her folds and everywhere nut had gotten during our activities.
“Thank you, James.”
“Anytime, my love.”
I tossed the towels into the basket and opted not to put on clothes for either of us. I climbed into bed, tucked us both in, and smiled as she softly snored in my ear. I held her in my arms and knew I could do this for the rest of our lives.
The smell of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and southern style biscuits filled my nose.
I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
Brielle wasn’t beside me as she had been when I fell asleep, so I figured she was the culprit for the delicious smelling breakfast filling the air.
Once I’d emptied my bladder, brushed my teeth, and pulled on a pair of boxers, I went to the kitchen.
Leon Thomas’s MUTT Deluxe album played softly from her phone as she spread butter across the hot biscuits.
She hummed lightly to the lyrics. I took in her appearance.
She wore one of my shirts with nothing on underneath.
I could tell from her smooth pubic area playing peekaboo under the hem of the shirt.
When she felt my presence, her head lifted slightly to greet me with a smile.
“What’s all this?” I asked as I closed the distance and kissed her neck. I placed my hands on her stomach as I pressed my semi-hard dick between the crack of her ass.
“James, you’re not about to drain me of my energy this early in the morning. I made us breakfast, and I plan to eat it as we share a cup of coffee. Can we do that?”
I nuzzled my nose into her neck and sniffed her scent. “I guess I’ll let you make it until after breakfast.”
“For someone this horny, you sure are playing a dangerous game.”
“What’s the dangerous game?”
“Fucking me raw,” she said in an even tone.
I laughed at her answer before I asked, “You think I’m scared to start a family with you?”
She shook her head. “You don’t have to be scared.”
“Good, because I’m not. I hope you got a little James growing in your womb right now after all the times I nutted in you. You and my kids will be loved unconditionally.”
“Jesus!”
“He’s in this house for sure.”
She giggled as she placed two biscuits on each plate. She divided up the delicious smelling food while I continued to kiss and rub on her. I was addicted to Brielle. If I could be in her skin, I would.
When our plates and coffees were made, we sat at the dining room table together. She had a grin on her face as she waited for me to take a bite of the food she’d prepared. I decided to tease her and take a sip of my coffee, grab a napkin, and examine the fork.
“James!”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Don’t piss me off, man. Take a bite of the food and tell me how it tastes, please.”
I chuckled and finally dug into the meal she’d cooked. I closed my eyes and marveled at the delicious taste of the eggs, the crispiness of the bacon, and the flavor of the hash browns.
“Damn, baby. You threw down. This shit is good as fuck.”
She grinned. “Thank you. You better not be lying, either.”
“One thing about me, I would never lie because I don’t like when folks lie to me.”
“Good.” She mixed her eggs and hash browns together on the plate. Then she crumbled her bacon into bits on top of the mixture. I didn’t mind my food touching, but as I watched her blatantly mix it all into a heaping mess on her plate, it caught me off guard.
“That’s an interesting method of eating,” I commented with an amused smirk tugging on my lips.
“Yeah, I’ve been doing this since I was a little girl. It’s something about mixing all my breakfast food into one all-you-can-eat bite that does something for my spirit. It’s really only my breakfast food that I do it with. I can’t stand it with any other meal, honestly.”
“That’s . . . something.”
“Don’t judge me.”
“I ain’t gon’ lie. I’m judging a little.”
“Well, I’ll leave right now.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked with a deep frown on my lips.
“I don’t wanna be anywhere I’m being judged.”
“Touche,” I replied.
She laughed. “You’re going to get sick of me, honestly.”
“I doubt that. I actually hate that you gon’ leave me later. I was thinking of ways I could make you stay the whole weekend.”
“All you have to do is say the word. I won’t leave.”
I grinned. “Stay forever.”
“Forever is kind of wild, but we’ll start with a weekend and go from there.”
“Cool with me.”
With a smile, I finished my meal. Thoughts of our night together filled my mind.
If every night was like last night, I’d be a happy man.
Sex wasn’t everything to me, but it was a high priority.
As a man who loved physical touch, the ultimate touch was stuffing all nine and a half inches of my dick inside of Brielle.
She wouldn’t know whether she was cumming or going by the time Monday rolled around.