Chapter Seven. #2
Taking his eyes off his leg for a moment, Danger stared at her, silently challenging her to disobey. The look in his eyes told Caresha that if she went against him, he would remove the pajamas himself.
“Top stays on, baby. Nonnegotiable.” She compromised, trying to keep some control. She was used to running the show.
“Bet,” Danger nodded, the term ‘baby’ softening him up.
“I’m kind of hungry now.” Caresha said as she slipped off her pajama pants and slid under his covers, the large king-sized comforter swallowing her whole.
“What you want? I’ma go pick it up.”
Caresha craved pepperoni pizza and hot wings, so Danger called the diner up the street and placed their order. It took him only ten minutes to pick it up and return to her.
In bed, they lay eating and talking about their day, with him holding back on most details. When they finished, Danger shut off the lights, and Caresha curled up in his arms, resting her head on his chest with heavy eyes. Her meds had kicked in, and with a full belly, she was ready to crash.
“Come closer.” Danger said, lifting her body on top of his. He enveloped her in his big arms, rubbing the back of her head with one hand while the other massaged her back.
Caresha was in heaven. She tightened her grip around him just as her eyes finally shut. But Danger couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard he tried. He listened to her soft breaths for what felt like an hour before lowering his head and whispering against her ear.
“It’s always some shit wit’ you, Ree.”
Caresha’s eyes fluttered. The deepness of his voice sent shivers down her spine; her clit came alive, thumping. Her hand found its way to the side of his face, cupping his beard as she looked up at him, the candlelight dancing in his eyes.
“What you talking about, Dee?”
“You. It’s always some shit with you anytime I’m near, baby.”
“I ain’t done nothing to you, nigga.”
“Yeah, you did. A lot of shit.”
“Like what exactly?”
“You stormed into a nigga’s world, got me feeling all kinds of shit.
Got me talking to my mama about you. Got me changing your name in my phone on some simp shit.
Got me gathering my bread to move you out of them raggedy ass apartments.
You got me in the store late at fuckin’ night, buying Always disposable period panties.
Then you done got me to let you in my crib.
Shit crazy. I don’t let no one but family know where I rest my head.
That’s law. Then you got the nerve to let me lay up with you like this, but this time you on yo’ period.
What a mu’fuckin’ tragedy, Ree. I can’t even taste you. ”
Caresha cracked up laughing. Hard. But when she noticed he wasn’t laughing, her smile slowly faded. The painful look on his face was unmistakable. Danger was suffering badly, hanging on by a thread.
“I’m sorry.” She pouted, feeling the weight of his frustration.
Danger leaned in and sucked her bottom lip hungrily, sending them both spiraling.
“I want you. I’m trying to be patient ’cause I feel like you worth it. And most importantly, I wanna respect you and your wishes. But gotdamn, I’m still a man at the end of the day. How much longer? Keep it real with me.” He pulled back, searching her eyes.
“You talking like it’s been a year or something. Your ass ain’t been waiting long at all. I just met you.”
Danger kissed his teeth, waving her off. He wasn’t trying to hear that bullshit. He had needs. This was the longest he had ever been without pussy.
“Shit…it feels like it's been a year.”
Caresha snickered, shaking her head before growing serious.
“Not much longer, baby.” She admitted.
“What’s not much longer? Be specific.” Danger's hands traveled from her back down to her ass cheeks, squeezing as he planted kisses on the side of her neck.
“Like, as soon as I’m off my period, soon.”
His kisses slowed…then stopped, and he looked her in the eyes. “For real?”
“For real.” Caresha confirmed, nervously. “But first…”
“First what, Ree?”
“I wanna taste you.”
The declaration made the room still. Danger was at a loss for words as he watched her travel down his ripped body, attempting to pull down his boxers.
He slightly lifted his hips to assist her.
Once they were off, she dropped them to the side of the bed.
But then she froze, staring at him. Every inch of Danger’s manhood stood at attention, poking her against the face. The size and length were intimidating.
“What’s the matter? You scared?” He reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair and massaging her scalp.
Caresha nodded, licking her lips. “I never done this before.” She confessed, a hint of worry in her gaze.
“Here you go. Fuck out of here, Ree.”
“I’m serious, but I want to… to you.”
Danger stared down at her, mesmerized.
“Promise me.”
“I promise you I never did this before. I put that on everything I love.”
“I’ll teach you.” He nodded at her reassuringly. “Grab that mu’fucka like you own it, ’cause you do. Then put it in yo’ mouth. Suck on the head first. Take your time with that. Ain’t no rush.”
Grabbing the base of his dick with her right hand, Caresha did just that, sucking on his discolored tip slowly. She moaned on impact; it smelled and tasted just as good as it looked.
“Fuck. Just like that. Now, use your hand to stroke my shit while you suck.” Danger mumbled, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
Caresha gave it her all, but the job was basic as hell.
He’d had better tricks done to him, no mistake about it.
But that’s how Danger knew he truly cared about her; the emotions he felt amplified the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him.
He was in heaven. If you asked him, it was the best head he’d ever had, and she had just started.
“Shit, ma. Go a lil lower. Use less teeth.”
Caresha worked up the courage, listening to his deep voice. She took more inches of him in, and as soon as she adjusted, she began sucking him slowly up and down, pausing to lick him, too. The more comfortable she got, the more she took him down her throat with the help of her hand.
With his eyes closed, Danger groaned, still guiding her through it.
In just a few minutes, Caresha had caught on, discovering the perfect pace and rhythm that worked for them both.
Being her first time, she struggled to take him fully.
Danger was too big, and her inexperience showed.
Each attempt to deep throat him ended in a gag.
However, she tried other shit to please him. She took her time, exploring what he liked best…what made him moan and grunt her name. Caresha shifted from sucking the base to licking downward, then latching onto his balls. She kissed them softly, massaging each one before tasting them.
“Fuckkk, Ree.”
“Mm, you like that?” Her confidence grew, looking up at him.
“Hell yeah, baby. Pretty ass.”
Her style was uniquely hers. Caresha continued to suck his balls while her hand stroked his thick base. As precum oozed from Danger's head, she rose and took him whole. The rush of courage made her gag once again, nearly overwhelming her. But she pushed through, holding on for his sake.
“You got this, baby. Relax. Breathe through yo’ nose.” Danger coached, his voice a low rumble. “Mmm, shittt. But don’t you fuckin’ stop. Please don’t stop.”
Caresha could tell this in particular felt good to him, so she pushed herself for three more solid deep throats before lifting and resuming her method, sucking him halfway. Each movement was deliberate, her focus on his pleasure guiding her instincts.
“Spit on it. Let that shit out.” Danger encouraged, noticing the way her mouth glistened, a sign she needed relief.
Pulling back, Caresha followed his instructions. And soon after, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as he held the back of it. They found an even better rhythm—one that had their bodies in sync—and she picked up on what he was putting down, getting sloppier with it.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk,” Danger groaned, enjoying every minute.
She was a fast learner; the introduction of her state-of-the-art blowjob was crazy good. With intensity sparking in his eyes, Danger pulled himself from her mouth just as he felt the edge approaching. In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, settling between her thick thighs.
Caresha instinctively wrapped her chocolate legs around his waist, her arms finding their place around his neck. Danger latched onto her lips, and they shared a passionate, nasty kiss. When it broke, he planted a trail of kisses down her neck before tearing open the button-up pajama shirt she wore.
“You broke the buttons.” Caresha noticed.
“I’ll buy you another one, Ree. Plenty more. Take you shopping. You can get whatever you want from me.”
Danger was on a mission, pressing her small breasts together with a firm intensity.
His mouth latched onto her left nipple, sucking softly before releasing, and allowing the tip of his tongue to trace delicate circles around it.
He then shifted his attention to her right breast, continuing his exploration with the same fervor.
Caresha folded, moaning as the heat from their bodies enveloped her. Lost in a daze, her hands roamed over his arms and back while he savored her skin. When Danger finally pulled away for air, she curved her neck and sucked on his, passionately.
“Shit,” he cursed as his dick throbbed against her.
Caresha’s hand had a mind of its own, reaching down between them to grasp him.
She released his neck, her gaze locked onto his as her hand began to stroke him.
When Danger’s lips parted in satisfaction, she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth.
Caresha wasn’t even a kisser. She hated it.
Yet, Danger had her slobbing him down every chance she got, and she found herself enjoying it more than she ever thought possible.
“I ain’t never wanted no man as bad as I want you.” She whispered sincerely.