4. Kareem #2
Her hand palmed the top of my head as I swirled my tongue up and down her sweet spot, lapping her up like a chocolate ice cream cone until I couldn’t take it any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance and eased every inch inside her wet heat.
Sawyer arched her back and moaned loudly as she felt every inch of me filling her up. Her nails dug into the tatted skin on my back as she gripped my shoulders. The sensation was incredible. She was so fucking tight and wet. It was just how I remembered, only better.
“Oh my God, Kareem, yes! Don’t fuckin’ stop, baby,” she panted, her hips bucking to meet my upward thrusts. I continued to pound into her relentlessly, our bodies slapping together as she met me thrust for thrust. “Give it to me.”
“Are you sure?” I questioned, voice hoarse with need as the warm water slapped against us. “I already put one baby in you.”
“Yes,” she breathed out, biting her lower lip seductively. “It’s been too long. I wanna feel all of you.”
With that as permission, I stood up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed in deeper, bottoming out inside her wet ass pussy as I fucked her against the shower wall. I gripped her ass, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me as she held on for the ride.
She pulled back and looked me in my eyes. “You got me so fuckin’ wet, Kareem. Look what you do to me.”
I’d been aching for this moment for so long, and by the sound of my name falling off her lips with every thrust, I knew she had been too. She was tight around me like she’d been made just for me.
“Oh fuck, shawty,” I groaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck, nails digging into my back as we moved together in perfect sync. Her body molded against mine was everything I’d been wanting since I last saw her. And now, everything I wanted or needed was right in the moment with her.
“Don’t stop, Kareem! I’m gonna cum! Oooh, fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
Sawyer moaned, her toes curling as her orgasm crashed over her. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed. Her pussy was wetter than a lake as it contracted around my thickness as if she was trying to milk me for all I was worth.
I fucked her through her orgasm before picking up speed again. I was close to losing it myself, but I wanted her to have one more before I coated her womb with more of my seed.
“Tell me it’s still mine,” I commanded into her ear.
“Yes, oh my God, yes, it’s all yours, Kareem. It’s yours, baby! Fuck me harder.”
I had a better plan. I was gon’ fuck her till her pussy was sore, and then hit it again in the morning.
Pulling out my dick, I put her down and spun her around so that her palms were flat against the shower wall.
She graciously poked out her ass, bending over to give me a perfect view of her pretty ass cat.
Sawyer kept her pussy bald, just the way I liked it.
I slapped the tip against her wetness, teasing her.
“Mmm, fuck. Put it back in,” she whined.
I pushed the tip of my dick back inside her garden like roses.
I rested one hand around her waist, and the other gripped the back of her neck as her ass slapped against my abs.
I pressed my fist into the wall, leaning forward to stroke her pussy deeper.
I loved how she made her pussy grip when I was deep inside.
“Fuck, Kareem. You’re so deep. Oh God. I’m gonna cum again, baby. Don’t stop.”
“That’s it, baby. Arch that back and wet my dick up,” I commanded, listening to her pussy smack against my dick, sounding like macaroni.
I continued giving her back shots, fucking her like a dog as she threw it back.
“I’m close. I’m so fuckin’ close!” Sawyer squealed like a banshee.
“When I fuck you this good, you gotta look me in my eyes,” I grunted.
She looked over her shoulder at me, and I damn near lost it. I pounded into her from behind, her ass slapping against my thighs with every thrust. This angle sent her over the edge again, this time even harder than before as she screamed out my name.
“Kareem! God, fuck yes! You fuck this pussy so fuckin’ good!”
“Am I makin’ that pussy leak?” I whispered into her ear.
“Yes! Yes! You feel so good.”
I leaned forward, snapping my hips, driving all ten inches inside her before grabbing her hair and yanking her back. “You want me to fill you up, shawty?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck, Kareem, give it to me, baby!”
“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the tingling in my legs. “Where you want me to nut at?”
She moaned. “Cum inside me.”
With one final thrust, I bathed her insides with my seed, groaning out her name like my favorite song. Our breathing was ragged, and our bodies were wet with a mix of sweat and shower water. I slowly pulled out of her, pulling her into my arms as we both sat on the shower seat to catch our breath.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot better,” I acknowledged, kissing her forehead.
Sawyer could only giggle in response as I began to lather up a cloth with body wash and gently clean her body. “Me too. I could do that again . . . and again . . .” she purred, trailing her fingernails down my chest.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Say less, shawty. I can handle that.”
The next morning.
My eyes cracked open the minute the sun came up.
I hadn’t slept past sunrise since arriving in Rio.
Only, this was my first time waking up next to Sawyer.
I didn’t think the sex could get even better than it was a few months ago, but it had.
Maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe it was the fact that she was the first woman I’d cared about in a long time, possibly ever.
Whatever it was, she had a nigga caught in her clutches.
I slowly twisted my neck in her direction, watching as she slept peacefully on her side.
I let my heavy, tattooed arm encircle her waist, my palm gently connecting with her belly.
She lightly stirred in her sleep, barely fazed.
I was still scared out of my mind about becoming a father, but there was something about watching her rest and knowing my seed was growing inside of her that made me wanna do everything in my power to make sure I was there for her. For them.
I eased out of bed, careful not to wake her.
I trekked down the hall barefoot and shirtless toward the kitchen.
The scent of coffee wafted through the apartment as sunlight began to spill through the windows, casting tiger stripes across the floor.
Kadeem was standing at the counter rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand while stirring his coffee with the other.
I dapped him up, my eyes still heavy with sleep, although my racing thoughts wouldn’t let me stay in bed a minute longer.
“Sup?” he greeted me.
I didn’t respond immediately. “Sawyer’s here.”
“Yeah. I heard.” He snickered. “These walls thin, nigga. I don’t think you realize how loud y’all asses were last night.”
“That’s called payback, nigga.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, aight.”
“She told me last night I was gonna be a father,” I blurted out, eyes searching my brother’s face for his initial reaction.
His hand stopped mid-stir as he glanced at me to see if I’d crack a smile or show any signs of joking. I wasn’t. This shit was far from a joke.
“You for real, nigga, or you playing?”
“Does it look like I’m playing?”
“Oh shit,” he responded, slapping my shoulder. “Welcome to the mothafuckin deep end, twin.”
My exhale blew audibly. “I know, right? It’s either sink or swim now.”
Kadeem shook his head, probably still in as much disbelief as I was. “You’re going to be someone’s dad. That’s wild.”
I nodded with a look of unease flickering across my expression. “I didn’t sleep much,” I admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how we’d make it work. We talked about it a little bit last night, but you already know this shit is sticky, twin. And now there’s a fuckin’ kid in the mix.”
Kadeem leaned against the counter, his tatted brown arms folded across his chest as the weight of our reality settled in. “You damn right this shit is sticky.”
“She’s there. I’m here. I don’t even know what the fuck our next move is. I feel like I’ve got one foot in Florida and one foot here. I didn’t expect to feel this . . . torn. Like, do I risk it all and move back? I don’t wanna be a fuckin’ ghost to my kid.”
“Yeah. That’s the hardest fuckin’ part.” Kadeem agreed from experience.
We stood in silence for a second, silently weighing our options.
Then, the sound of soft footsteps creaked down the hallway.
I turned automatically, and Kadeem’s gaze followed mine.
Sawyer appeared barefoot, dressed in one of my oversized T-shirts, and her lengthy dark hair tousled from sleep.
Her beautiful brown eyes were still heavy, but she managed to crack a small smile when she saw us.
“Morning,” she greeted us with a slight wave.
Kadeem nodded. “Mornin’,” he replied before his attention dropped to the slight curve of her belly, barely visible beneath my shirt. “And congrats.”
She smiled a little wider as her hand instinctively found its way to her stomach. “Thanks. It still feels unreal.”
My brother nodded. “It looks real enough to me. You’re a brave woman flying all the way out here and telling this nigga to his face. I would’ve paid to see his reaction.”
“He handled the news well, I promise.”
I interjected. “Are you hungry? I can make you something, or we can go out.”
“Can you drive?” she inquired.
“Yeah, shawty. I just can’t get pulled over,” I stated matter-of-factly.
Kadeem snickered behind me. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
“I think we should finish talking about what we were talking about last night,” I suggested as we sat out on the balcony eating breakfast.
She sighed while sinking her teeth into a fresh strawberry. “Do we have to? I’m really enjoying the view right now.”
“Shawty, you told me I’m gonna be somebody’s dad in six months. Hell yeah, we gotta talk about this shit.”