Chapter 12
Twelve
I pushed open the door to my place, allowing Brisk to go ahead of me. Once she realized I wasn’t coming behind her, she stopped mid-stride and turned to face me. She tilted her head in confusion, masking it with a sly smile.
“Aren’t you coming in?” She wondered.
“Unfortunately, not. This is where our night ends, Brisk. I really hope that you enjoyed it.”
She tiptoed over to where I stood, then relieved her feet of the YSL heels that I’d bought her. That was her jam. She looked splendid in her shit, but that expensive shit looked like it was what she was designed for. If it meant spending much more money than I should on her, then I had had every intention to.
“What if I’m not ready for my night to end? I’m still on a birthday high and you leaving me would only make me come down. I’m not ready to come down, Bello,” she whined, now close enough for me to smell the minty fresh breath that the gum she’d chewed had given her.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I tried letting her down easy.
“Stay,” she proposed.
“I can’t,” I responded. Denying her of anything was a task I wasn’t prepared for.
Brisk’s chest brushed against mine as she stood on her tippy toes, placing her lips on mine. This time, patience was her virtue. Gently and slowly, she pecked twice before tilting her head and parting my lips with her tongue. My hands and dick responded, simultaneously. My dick stiffened like a log as my hands roamed her bumpy skin. Even she knew that she had stepped out of her comfort zone and into the danger zone.
“You’re provoking me and I don’t like it, Brisk,” I pulled back, breathlessly. She’d successfully deprived me of oxygen while she had her way with my mouth.
“I need you to make me a woman, tonight, Bello,” she begged, chest heaving in the process, “Please don’t tell me no.”
I clamped on her bottom lip as I wrapped my hand around her neck, forcing her to the nearest wall. Her head landed with a small thud as I devoured her top lips, highly upset that it wasn’t the lower ones at the moment. My dick stood and my mouth watered at the thought of them. Down, boy , I warned in vain.
“Losing your virginity won’t make you a woman, Brisk, and having you tonight won’t make me feel like much of a man.”
“But, I’m ready,” she rushed out.
“I’m not,” I admitted because I wasn’t.
It was a major step and though she didn’t comprehend my stance, it stood. Tonight wasn’t the night. Though I was certain that I would be the one to grant her heart’s desire, I refused to take advantage of her spiraling emotions. She was on a high for her birthday and I didn’t want to damper it with second guessing, painful sex, and a questionable morning.
“I don’t like when you tell me no,” she confessed.
“I don’t like telling you no,” I returned.
“Then, don’t.”
Tired of hearing her plead, I lifted her into the air with both hands while enjoying the freshness of her tongue until we reached the bed where I dropped her. Up on her elbows, she watched as I undressed down to my boxers. Intrigued, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face if she tried. As I climbed in bed, Brisk’s nerves began to present themselves. I chuckled internally as I watched her swallow the lump in her throat in one big gulp.
Proceeding, I started at the end of the silk fabric, working my way up and bringing it along with me. The raised bumps on her skin were evidence of the point I’d made minutes ago. Baby was trembling by the time I’d managed to get the dress from underneath her ass. When I exposed her braless, perky breasts, she could hardly keep still.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Brisk,” I neared her ear and whispered before slipping the dress off her body completely.
It was necessary to break the news so that she could begin to relax, but that, too, was an issue. She was visibly upset, but I didn’t give a damn. It was a necessary evil at this point.
“But,” I continued, tracing her left nipple with the tip of my tongue, “I am going to eat your pussy until you’re crying and begging for me to stop. Do you understand that?”
I wanted to be abundantly clear.
“Yesssssss,” she moaned with an arched back.
“Good.”
“Lift up,” I insisted, pulling the thin cloth from her skin to expose her neatly shaved pussy. Impressed with its thickness and overall plumpness, I licked my lips in admiration. She was a blessed girl. I used my hands to push her legs over after parting them completely, opening her up and exposing her to the crisp air.
Her pearl greeted me with a glisten. Glossed with her arousal, it pierced through the fold of her lips and into the air. Just like the rest of her, it looked pretty fucking healthy, too. And palatable, prompting me to extend my tongue past my lips and onto her pink flesh.
“Ahhhhh,” Brisk imploded, attempting to close her legs and shield her prized possession.
“Open wide,” I encouraged, rubbing her outer thighs in an attempt to relax her.
Slowly, she reopened, allowing me to swipe the tip of her swollen bulb. Her entire body spasmed, stiffening my already hard dick even more. Any harder and I was certain it would break.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I wondered how many licks it would take to get to the source of her peak. With eight thousand nerves on the tiny bulb, I desperately wanted to tap them all, internally and externally. But, for tonight, I focused on the exterior of the sensitive nub, caressing it ever so gently as Brisk squirmed beneath me.
“Oh my G-,” she cried, “Right there.”
A woman who wasn’t afraid to communicate in bed was a woman of greatness. Though I needed no help or direction, it wasn’t my pussy I was licking. I was slanging dick and plenty of it. So, until I learned her body inside and out, I didn’t mind a bit of direction. A study guide, I saw it as. A roadmap, helping me meet her needs and mine at the same fucking time.
“Right here?” I teased, applying pressure to the spot she’d deemed as most pleasurable.
“Ummmm hmmmm,” Brisk barely responded, verbally, but nodded her up and down to confirm.
Her wetness was evidence that the very spot I was enjoying was where I needed to be. Delegating the task of keeping the focus on it, I replaced my tongue with my thumb and moved further down her slippery slope. Bald lips, ass cuff, thigh meat, and the entryway to bliss, all receiving a thorough slobbering as I explored her valley.
“Bello!” Brisk hummed.
“Shhhhh,” I silenced her, tracing my way back up to her throbbing clit.
B. E. L. L. O.
I wrote my name in cursive, forward, and then backward on her shit to solidify my place. Mark my territory, because there was no way I was ever giving this shit up. Not when it tasted so damn good and belonged to this fucking woman.
“It’s coming,” she warned.
“Then, let it,” I encouraged, ready for her to rain down on me.
At the sound of her cries, I could no longer avoid the bulge of my briefs. I freed my dick for once, massaging it as I continued to serve as the elevator that would take Brisk to her peak. Pre-cum, something I hadn’t experienced since a teen, oozed from my dick. The gooiness made a mess of my hand but lubricated the tip of it enough not to interrupt the flow of my strokes.
“It’s coming,” she announced, again. “It’s coming, Belllllllloooooo!”
It came. Brisk’s ass lifted from the sheets and began bouncing on my face. She was desperate to increase the friction and I’d be damned if I stopped her. Instead, I assisted, clamping down on her clit and sucking it profusely until she burst inside of my mouth.
“Oh GOD! Bellllllllooooooo!”
She left my shit leaking, full of her ejaculation. Her sensitivity came shortly after her explosion, leaving her too fragile to fully enjoy the continuation of my pleasure without spazzing at every lick. With a smile and drenched beard, I rose with a smile. Dick still in my hand, my knees supported me as I straightened my body. Hovering over Brisk, I had her undivided attention as I stroked my meat. Long, even strokes as she watched, completely enthralled with every move I made.
“Can I put it in my mouth?” She whined.
“He’s about to blow,” I warned her against it.
But, she refused to listen, climbing on fours and rushing toward me. Her warm, moist mouth engulfed me - sending me over the edge. I tried forcing her backward, but she refused. Completely unaware of what she was doing, Brisk slowly slid her lips and up and down my shit.
“I’m about to bust, baby.”
“Then, bust,” she stopped briefly to say, ending me.
Before her, I unmanned, sharing my seeds with her.
“FUCK!” I gripped her hair as I rode my high, too.
As Brisk slept peacefully, I crept into the kitchen to put some Henny on ice. Once my drink was poured and chilled to perfection, I started for the balcony. Halfway into my journey, I realized I’d be needing much more than a sip or two. I turned and threaded back into the kitchen to grab the entire bottle. By the nozzle, I carried it outside with me.
The night breeze was welcoming, coating my skin with a layer of coolness that I appreciated. The chase that wrapped around the far corner of my balcony had never seen so much of me but for the last two weeks, it had gotten a good share of my backside. I rested my bones on the cushion and propped my feet up against the table.
I opened my cell and headed for my contact list. Every number that belonged to a female who currently had access to me, I blocked. One by one, I revoked their access and followed up by removing their names from my contact list altogether. There was no longer a need or desire to entertain anyone beyond the girl who was currently in an orgasm-induced coma inside of my home.
I licked my lips before taking my first sip, desperate to taste the remnants of Brisk on my skin. Washing them motherfuckers wasn’t on my to-do list. If I could have it my way, then I’d still be between her legs, savoring her juices, but she had tapped out.
You’ve got something serious between your legs, mommas. I thought, sipping from my glass and nodding my head.