Chapter 9
NINE
The silence was gnawing away at my sanity. Secretly, I was praying for Kit’s strength. Though she was tired, I wasn’t ready for her to retire for the night. She’d fallen asleep during the second movie we hardly saw much of because we were busy learning each other.
She didn’t like loud noises or chaotic environments.
She grew anxious around clutter.
She was one of many sisters.
Her youngest sister, Ko, was her best friend.
Her mother’s obsession with an on-screen character determined her name.
She didn’t use profanity.
She made many of her body products.
She had been an entrepreneur for almost as long as I’d been a pro ball player.
She didn’t watch baseball unless it was highlights from games I happened to play well in.
She hated cell phones.
She still had a landline.
The list was endless and I stored each detail in a sacred compartment.
“Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” I whispered in the dimness of my bedroom.
Kit sucked in the oxygen between us.
“Umm–”
I waited, anticipating the reveal of her thoughts.
“I’d like to be honest in this moment. In this space.”
“You should always be honest, sweet baby.”
“I know– but sometimes that’s easier said than done. Not that I’d lie, but withhold inform–”
“Don’t. Not ever, Kit. Tell me… always.”
She released the air she’d taken in, deflating her chest and lungs.
“Besides utter vulnerability, there’s a very intense desire that is causing an ache between my legs. I’m stuck between feeding the hunger my body is expressing and simply closing my eyes and falling asleep,” she admitted, squeezing her eyes together tightly.
It was apparent she could hardly believe the words that had come from her mouth. Confessing to her desires to feel me inside of her must’ve felt so right and so wrong at once.
“Which will feel best?” I followed up with.
“Exploring my appetite.”
She could sleep later. We both would.
“Then, allow me.”
As I ended my statement, I lifted from the bed. Simultaneously, I pushed her body backward on the mattress until her back was flat against it. The sleeves of her dress were the first to fall under my command. I pulled the stretchable material down her body, exposing her pebbled nipples.
Shit, sweet baby.
She squirmed beneath me as the pressure between her legs mounted. I slid the fabric down her stomach to reveal the black lace of her panties. I halted, momentarily, to collect myself.
The things I’m going to do you, Kit. She had no earthly idea, because earth would be the furthest from her thoughts once I was finished with her.
When my movements continued, I managed to remove the dress completely. From above, I surveyed her carefully.
Still, sweet baby. I’m studying.
Her anatomy was first on my syllabus. Once I completed the first part of my curriculum, I continued to the next lesson.
Physics.
I laid a hand on her breast, waiting to see how she’d react to my touch.
“Umm–”
Her mouth slacked and her spine curled as she moaned.
Perfection.
I tilted my body in her direction, taking her mouth hostage by mine.
Our tongues met at the opening of hers as she parted her lips and welcomed me in.
I squeezed her left nipple between my middle and ring fingers.
She winced with pleasure, pushing her chest out while silently begging for more of me.
I disregarded her lips and moved down her chest with mine. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, sucking her breast into the warmth. She purred against me. Her legs separated. Her arousal beckoned for my erection.
I gave the right nipple just as much attention as I’d given the left. And, when I felt like she had been tortured enough with her patience, I sat upright as my knees creased the linen beneath us.
I pushed my briefs past my thighs, freeing my tool from its cell. Kit’s eyes found mine instantly. But, not for long. She lowered them to my dick just as quickly as she’d left it.
Her eyes widened with curiosity. Her chest swelled with suspense, hunger, greed, and entitlement. She recognized something of hers when she saw it. The fact was pretty fucking obvious.
My attention was called to her fabric-covered pussy. I fully removed my briefs and lowered my body to meet her hungry flesh. With the tip of my finger, I pushed her panties aside. Her nature was potent. She smelled like all the good things a woman was made of.
My appetite grew at the sight of her dark brown labia minora peeking through her labia majora to see what was awaiting it. I parted those inner lips with my tongue and slid it upward from her vaginal opening until I reached the little button that would make her go BOOM!
“Ahhhh.”
Her moans were low. Subtle. And, seducing. My dick grew half of an inch and hardened even more at the sound that she produced.
She was sweet like the honey-scented fragrance she’d applied to her skin. I made a mental note to thank her for her water, fruit, and vegetable intake as I sucked her clit into my mouth. It seasoned her pussy to perfection.
“Mmmm. Yesss.”
Her hand rested against the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her folds. I loved a woman who understood what she wanted and didn’t shy away from pleasure. Kit made her intentions clear and they were to keep me stationary until her climax slammed her body against the pillow beneath her.
“Ummmm.”
I observed the contortion of her face as I wrote my name in cursive across her clit. One letter at a time I spelled it out, delicately and with the precision of a master artist. Her grip tightened around my head, warning me of her pending ascend.
I continued sucking on her clit at the same pace and with the same amount of force.
However, I pushed an index and middle finger inside of her to heighten her experience.
Her shoulders rounded and her eyes opened slightly.
She stared down at me with wrinkled eyebrows and forehead lines that created waves across her face.
“Foh–” she pled, purposelessly.
I rubbed her clit internally and applied pressure externally. The combination sent her reeling. Her curved spine straightened as her grip loosened. Her body fell backward, slamming against the pillow.
Kit’s clenched ass cheeks and stiff limbs were signs she’d reached the point of no return. Still, I filled my belly to the brim with her potion. It wasn’t until she began clawing at my shoulders that I freed her pussy from my prison. Still, its execution day was not over. There was more to come.
Back on my knees, I massaged my dick, waiting for Kit to gather herself. She was fighting to get back to me, back to the task at hand. Back to feeding that hunger she spoke of.
“Baby,” I called out to her.
“Hm?” She whined.
“Are you comfortable?” I needed to know just as much as I needed my next breath.
“Um hm,” Kit responded along with a nod.
“Good.”
She pulled her body up from the mattress. It was an apparent struggle, but she managed, nonetheless. Silently, she praised the piece of meat I’d been given by the Man above.
“Spit on it.”
I watched as she pulled from her salivary glands and narrowed her mouth. She spat on the head of my dick and watched as I massaged her contribution down the length of it. Taking matters into her own hands, Kit pushed both of mine away.
They fell by my side as I tipped my head leftward, curious of her impulsive thoughts and where they’d lead us. When her warm, wet mouth surrounded me, I lost every sense of logic ever acquired.
Sweet baby was no saint. She was far from it. The way she slurped the saliva she’d just supplied right from my dick and replaced it with a fresh, thick, and plentiful sample made me delirious.
Those precious lips.
Those innocent eyes.
Those perfect teeth.
That graceful tongue.
That pretty, pretty face.
It was all part of her plan to unman me and it was all working in her favor. I shook my head, trying to scrub it of her image with my dick on her tongue or I’d lose it. Closing my eyes didn’t help. When I reopened them, she was staring up at me with spit trailing from my dick to her lips.
Her chest rose and fell dramatically. She wasted little time fitting as much of me back into her mouth as she could after taking a second to catch her breath. My toes curled when she took me into her warmth, again.
Back and forth, she bobbed her head, nearly peeling my skin with the vacuum of a fucking mouth she had. My teeth would be nubs by the time she finished me off. I’d been grinding them against each other since she put her precious lips on me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling the pressure of the position I was in starting to creep up on me.
Kit massaged my balls as she demolished the only meat she’d had in her mouth over the last fifteen years. If I had anything to say about it, it would be the last piece of meat she had in it, too. For the rest of both of our lives.
POP.
I ejected myself. I was near the point of no return. If I continued watching as she devoured me, I would be no good for at least another thirty minutes. I didn’t want to wait another second to have her walls surrounding me. I wanted them now.
The popping sound made me shudder. My body withered, and my shoulders caved inward. I shook off the effects of her trance and tried regaining my strength. She was sucking it right from the tip of my shit.
I lowered my mouth to meet hers. Her sweetness was still on my lips. I offered her a taste and she took the bait. Our tongues shimmied as I found her sacred tunnel. My dick pressed against it, petitioning for entry with upward thrusts that lubricated me even more with the saliva her pussy produced.
I pushed forward, ready to get lost inside of Kit. Not even the slipperiness of my tool could split her.
The first attempt failed.
So did the second.
She was sealed tight, but welcomed me on the third attempt to breach her well.
“Fohrrrrrrr–” Kit moaned as her body nearly folded in half upon impact.