Chapter 12
W as she supposed to tell him that she hadn’t had sex in over a year?
And that before that, she hadn’t made love in about three.
Or that her husband hadn’t eaten her pussy in so long she would probably be too sensitive to how it would feel?
Were those things covered with sexual health and testing?
Layla opened her mouth to ask, but Andres was looking at her so intensely and provocatively within the darkness that all she could do was lick her lips and lean forward to return her lips to his.
Layla relaxed into a state of lust riddled warmth and bliss as Andres covered her body with his.
Andres pulled away, his eyes caressing her with tender, invisible fingers.
Almost against her will, she began to remove every piece of thin clothing keeping her from feeling every inch of his skin against hers.
For a moment, Andres watched the steady rise and fall of her chest before licking each of her nipples.
She immediately relaxed underneath him, biting down on her bottom lip as he massaged one breast while nibbling the other.
The more he teased and tasted her mounds, the more aroused she grew.
Squirming underneath him, Layla sighed softly as more pleasure ensued.
By the time Andres made his way between her thighs, her pussy had already released a wet welcome for him.
As soon as he slurped her clit into his mouth, she felt branded by him.
Completely owned.
As her back arched off the bed, Layla gripped his head, feeding him her pussy.
He was a very intuitive lover, licking more when she hummed, sucking harder when she moaned.
When they got too loud, Andres placed his middle and pointer fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them as he dipped his tongue in and out of her pussy until she came.
Latching back onto her clit, Andres applied gentle pressure and swirled his tongue around it as she whimpered, walls pulsing and legs quivering as she climaxed.
By the time Andres made his way up her body, Layla’s breathing was wild, her heart was open, and her walls were willing to accept every fucking inch of him.
Her legs opened wide, ready to receive him.
Pressing her knees into the bed, Andres allowed his dick to spring against her clit, slapping it gently and causing her to gasp and jerk.
“Put it in,” she begged, wrapping her hand around his curved shaft to do so herself.
Andres chuckled, low and seductively, but it turned into a soft moan as he teased her folds open.
She gasped, feeling the prickles of her walls stretching to accommodate his length and curve.
He groaned and pulled out a little before making his way back in fully.
Layla dug her nails into his sides, mouth opened partly, though she found it hard to breathe.
His hips circled and he stroked her deeply, shaking her from her core.
Each of his beginning strokes made her whimper.
She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deep, shaky breaths as her body heated.
Andres was deep, yet somehow still gentle.
Slow.
Taking his time.
Making sure she felt every inch of his strokes.
Her whimpers and sharp breaths turned into low, guttural moans as her pussy began to secrete creamy cum.
“Mmm,” Andres moaned, gripping her legs tighter so they wouldn’t close as she came.
Her pussy opened for him more, and his quiet curses were his vocal appreciation.
Andres lowered himself to her chest, allowing her to wrap her legs around him.
His ragged breathing and low groans against her ear increased her arousal.
Rocking her hips against him, Layla lost herself in his steady, long strokes.
She cupped his face, pulling his lips to hers.
Between his moans and deep kisses, it wasn’t long before she was cumming again.
This time, he did too.
Andres pulled out long enough to release his seeds before he was slipping back inside.
Hooking her ankles on his shoulders, he quickened his pace, tapping her clit with each stroke.
She fought to remain as quiet as possible, but the secrecy of their lovemaking made it that much more erotic.
Before she could stop herself, she was whimpering and moaning his name almost as loudly as the music that played.
Layla devoted herself to him, and he to her, for the rest of the night.
A lazy smile spread across her face at the feel of Andres’s arm wrapped around her.
This was the first time in a long time that Layla had woken up in a man’s arms, and there was so much peace there.
She sighed and snuggled deeper into his chest, releasing a soft moan when he kissed the back of her neck.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, handsome.”
“How did you sleep?”
She chuckled.
His hand sliding up and squeezing her breast had Layla closing her eyes and relaxing even more against him.
“Very well. You?”
“Same.”
Layla reached between them, stroking his hardened dick.
“This was definitely worth my long wait.”
“How long had it been?”
“Over a year.”
“Damn. I got a lot of time to make up for.”
“Andres,” she called before giggling.
“She can’t hear us.”
“Then be quiet.”
“That’s a lot easier to say than to do.”
“Why is that?” His voice was playful as he kissed the back of her neck, sliding his fingers between her slippery folds.
“Does it feel that good?”
“Yes,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider so he could slip his finger inside.
“You gon’ cum and show me how much?”
“Yes, Dre,” she surrendered, whining when he pulled his finger out.
Andres gripped her thighs and pushed them forward, eyes locked with hers as he swirled his tongue over her opening and across her clit.
Biting down on her bottom lip, Layla controlled her breathing.
She was probably most sensitive to his tongue more than anything else.
As she squirmed against him, her eyes closed and mouth parted.
She began to hum when he slurped and tugged on her clit.
Covering her face with a pillow, Layla giggled as he took her over the edge.
His fingers pressed their way into her as she came, causing her to moan a little louder than she’d intended to.
Once her orgasm subsided, Andres pulled the pillow from over her face.
His grin made her roll her eyes.
He flipped her over onto her stomach, sliding into her so effortlessly she wasn’t able to stop the moan that escaped.
“Didn’t I say be quiet?” he reminded, holding her down by her hips as he filled her with long, deep strokes.
She couldn’t answer him.
All she could do was whimper as her eyes fluttered.
Needing more control, Layla tried to get on her knees, but that proved to be the wrong move.
The sound of his body slapping against hers as her wetness coated his shaft filled the room.
Pulling her hair and arching her back, Andres groaned quietly as he picked up his pace.
At the feel of those tingles shooting up her core, Layla reached back and grabbed his wrist.
She wanted to push him out before she came, but it felt so good she couldn’t stop him.
“Oh my God,” she slurred, pussy leaking and tightening as he slipped a finger into her ass.
“Dreeee,” she moaned before going completely silent.
When her walls started to pulse, she fell into the bed, crying out as he continued to stroke her.
He was so in tune with her, his dick began to throb and release before he could even pull out.
She tried to stop moaning so loudly, but the feel of his wet load mixing with her cum as he mercilessly drilled her had her getting riled up all over again.
“Ma!” Dior yelled, banging on her door.
“Shit,” Layla grumbled, pushing Andres out of her.
Tumbling out of bed, she wrapped herself in her robe as thoroughly as she could while running over to the door.
“Mom!”
“I’m here,” she answered, swinging the door open, but using her body to keep Dior from looking inside.
“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”
Dior looked around Layla’s tall frame.
“I’m fine, Dior. I’m sorry for startling you.”
“Why did you scream?”
“I um… had a lump in my back and um… Mr. Dre was helping me work it out.”
Dior’s brows wrinkled as she looked her mother’s face over.
“Mr. Dre is in there with you?”
“He is.”
“Let me see.” Layla chuckled as she looked back to make sure Andres was decent.
He’d managed to hop back into his clothes, though his shirt was on inside out.
“Okay. You’re always safe with him.”
Layla’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Dior head back down the hall.
She didn’t realize she was frozen, trapped in her thoughts, until Andres gently closed the door.
“She knows I’m safe with you,” Layla announced, as if Andres hadn’t heard her himself.
He took her hand and pulled her back over to the bed with a playful grin.
“What are you doing?”
“Let me finish working out your back and keeping you safe.”
Layla giggled as she helped him remove his clothing.
Andres crawled up the middle of her bed, and she straddled him, resting her forehead on his.
No matter how well he treated her, nothing made her crave Andres more than his care and kindness toward her daughter.
That, within itself, was a constant aphrodisiac.
As she lowered herself onto his shaft, her walls instantly swallowed him whole.
Biting down on her lip didn’t keep her from moaning quietly.
Her hands flattened against the wall on both sides of his head as she began to ride him on the flats of her feet.
“Jesus, Layla,” he moaned, squeezing her ass with one hand while the other lifted her breast so he could suck her nipple.
“Don’t bring Him into this,” she teased.
She was so turned on, it didn’t take long for her to begin to drench him all over again.
Head flung, she dropped down to her knees, feeling heat spread throughout her core.
Andres smacking her ass had her tightening against him, whimpering as she came again.
He held her close, kissing up her neck and cheek before settling on her lips.
They stayed there for a while, taking in deep breaths to compose themselves.
After showering together, they left her room.
Layla went to Dior’s room to see if she was ready for breakfast when Andres suggested they go out and eat.
Since Dior was cool with it, Layla agreed.
She couldn’t help but feel herself getting used to having Andres as a constant part of their daily lives.
Him offering to stick around until Dior graduated high school was what had caused the dam to break last night.
Layla didn’t want to, but it was getting harder and harder to see her life without Andres in it.