4. Kareem
Kareem
S omehow, between the kiss underneath the streetlight and the ride back to my place, Sawyer’s mood had soured a bit.
She was visibly reserved, which left me trapped in my own thoughts.
A baby? And me, the father? Shawty was right to have questions about the logistics of everything, and I wasn’t ashamed to say I didn’t have all the answers.
Up until an hour ago, I didn’t know fatherhood was in my near future.
And now, it was knocking at my fuckin’ front door.
I fumbled with the key inside my pocket.
As much as I tried to play it cool, my heart was still hammering from the news.
The lock clicked, and I pushed open the door.
Inside, everything was quiet. Plain white walls, a single portrait of Ipanema Beach at sunset in the living room above the TV, and Sawyer’s luggage that I had the driver drop off after he left the restaurant.
Aside from that, no clutter, only the bare essentials.
I shifted toward Sawyer, who’d stationed herself in the doorway with her arms loosely folded across her chest. Without speaking, I reached for her hand. She didn’t stop me. I led her past the kitchen, past the leather chair next to the balcony, and into my bedroom.
It was damn near bare—only a low platform bed with fresh sheets and scattered rose petals, a dresser, and a standing lamp in the corner.
The adjoining bathroom door was open, revealing clean tiles and a folded towel and washcloth on the rack I’d set up for her.
On top of the rose petals was a bouquet of red roses—no fancy vase or wrapper, just long green stems and crimson red petals, presented as if they were supposed to add décor to the room.
The corners of her mouth lifted in a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, eyeing her closely as my fingers tightened around hers. “There you go, getting quiet again.”
Sawyer shrugged. “Sorry. I guess I’m still . . . processing everything.”
I sat on the edge of the bed before pulling her gently down next to me. “It’s okay to be scared.”
She didn’t dare deny it. Instead, her eyes shifted over to the roses. “It’s not just the baby. It’s everything. Us. The future. Whether I’ll be enough.”
“You’re ten times more than enough, shawty.”
She leaned into my shoulder for comfort, but her body was still jittery. I wrapped my arm around her, gently rubbing my thumb over her shoulder to offer comfort.
“I feel like I’m ruining the vibe,” she confessed. “I don’t have to stay. I can get a hotel. I’m not trying to funk up your space with my mood.”
I sucked my teeth. “Cut the bullshit, Sawyer. Your ass ain’t going nowhere and you know it.
Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?
To touch you? To feel you? To sit that sweet ass pussy on my taste buds?
You’re only here for a week. I’m trying to be on your body like a second skin every chance I get,” I stated, standing on business.
Sawyer’s pussy was good enough to make me forget what safe sex was, and now that I knew she was carrying my seed, I wasn’t going to hesitate to dip inside her raw again.
“Maybe I’ll feel better after I take a shower.”
“The bathroom is all yours,” I told her.
She got up and proceeded into the bathroom. I followed a few steps behind her to make sure she had everything she needed.
“You good?” I asked, stationed in the doorway, quietly watching her.
She nodded. “Just glad there’s no wet towels on the floor this time.”
I chuckled. “That’s because I ain’t wanna hear your bossy ass fussin’ at me about that shit.”
“Can you unzip me?” she requested, looking over her shoulder at me.
I stepped forward and reached out for the zipper on her sundress, then slowly pulled it down.
Sawyer was all curves in all the right places—a beautiful fuckin’ creature.
I’d been without her for far too long. Watching her about to do something as simple as undressing sent a wave of anticipation through me.
She slowly began to peel off her dress, and I watched it fall effortlessly to the floor, revealing more of her perfect body underneath. My heart raced faster.
Her body had started up the conversation before her lips could, and she had my dick way too fuckin’ hard because of it.
Her movements were sensual and deliberate, as if she knew exactly how much it turned me on.
With every inch of her caramel skin bared, the anticipation grew stronger.
With her dress pooled around her feet, she stepped out of her panties, revealing that perfect ass which had been teased countless times before in my memories.
“Leave your bra on.” My voice was hoarse as I spoke. “I wanna be the one to take it off.”
The floor creaked softly as I stepped toward her, pressing my front to her back. She smelled of a mix of vanilla and something else indescribable; something unique to her that made me lick my lips. It was intoxicating. Sawyer was one of a kind, and she knew it.
“You smell like trouble.”
“Mmhm, and I taste like it too,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at me.
I reached behind her, unclasping the delicate clasp holding her bra together, and let it fall away, freeing those perfect breasts for me to feast on without restraint.
“Goddamn, shawty, you’re so perfect. Yo’ beautiful ass ain’t gettin’ no sleep tonight, just so you know.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess we’d better get started then,” she whispered, turning to face me, her nipples hard as missiles.
“Say less,” I grumbled, resisting the urge to rip off my pants and bury my dick deep inside her.
Her eyes met mine, and there was something in them—a challenge maybe? A dare? Whatever it was, I accepted that shit wholeheartedly. I turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up as I stripped down. Once the mirror started to steam up, I opened the shower door and sat on the built-in seat.
Sawyer straddled me slowly, lowering her gorgeous body onto mine.
My skin tingled under her touch, hyper aware of her body next to mine.
I felt the hardness of my erection against her softness.
She had that waterfall, and I was tryna get baptized.
The anticipation was killing a nigga. Her heat enveloped me as she sat down, her warm thighs pressed against mine.
The tip of my shit was already leaking with pre-cum as she ground down on it.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” I groaned, cupping one of her breasts in my hands and rolling my tongue around her nipple teasingly. She moaned softly, arching her back toward me as I sucked harder. The sound of her soft moans echoed against the shower walls.
Her other breast was begging for attention too, and I obliged, taking it into my mouth and gently biting down. As I moved between her breasts, my hands traveled down her stomach, over the small bump that led to her ribcage, before finding their way toward her pussy.
My fingers traced along the outline of her hairless pussy before slipping inside to feel how wet she already was for me. I pushed two fingers inside her tight warmth, curling them gently as she moaned louder this time. I felt her walls contracting around my fingers as she rode them.
“Mmm, shit, Sawyer,” I grunted. “That pussy ain’t forgot a nigga. You’re so fucking wet for me. You ready for this dick, shawty?”
She whined before getting off me. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the size of my full erection, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Shit. It might be bigger than I remember,” she whispered before spreading her mouth wide to fit around my girth.
Sawyer stuck her tongue out wide and flat before luring the head of my dick into her mouth. My head fell backagainst the shower wall as her tongue swirled around the tip.
“Oh shit, shawty. Yeah, just like that,” I whispered.
I groaned, closing my eyes and grasping her hair roughly as she took a few more inches into her mouth.
She sucked tightly and made a popping sound with her lips when they slipped off, getting my shit nice and wet.
Fuck, this gotta be what Heaven feels like.
I ran my fingers wildly through her hair as she gurgled and sucked, going full throat goat on a nigga.
My eyes were low, watching her look mesmerized as she sucked me up while stroking and twisting the shaft with both hands. Her tongue flickered over my tip before she sucked harder, massaging the top with her lips. I felt myself getting close already. Hell nah, I gotta last longer than this.
“Slow down, shawty, ’fore you make a nigga bust. I wanna be inside you when that happens,” I groaned, pulling her up from her knees.
I traded places with her, kneeling between her legs as she sat on the shower seat. Just looking at Sawyer’s pretty pussy had me ready to channel my inner Dr. Seuss. I’d eat her on the floor. I’d eat her on a chair. I’d eat that pussy anywhere.
“Tell me when you want me to stop, ’cause if you don’t, I’ma eat this sweet ass pussy until my jaw lock up,” I warned.
Warm water droplets splashed against my back as my lips peppered kisses against her inner thighs.
She had no idea I was ready to eat her up like an edible.
She drew in a sharp breath the minute my lips made contact with her soft flesh.
Soft moans spilled from her lips as my tongue slowly stroked her pussy like a violin.
“It feels so good, baby,” she whimpered.
“This pussy is mine. Only fuckin’ mine,” I said with a mouthful of pussy.
Sawyer had that wet shit. She had to know she was a drug to me.It was my honor to make her pussy burst into tears every chance I got. I French kissed her pussy deeper, and it made her legs spread wider. I eased the tip of my finger inside her and curled it up toward her G-spot.
“Mmm,” I growled, flicking my tongue against her slit.
Sawyer moaned louder. “Fuck, Kareem. My legs won’t stop shaking.”