Chapter 6
After Khiya rushed to her room, I went to mine, hoping I didn’t scare her and ruin the chance of whatever was brewing between us to turn into something special.
I paced back and forth in front of my bed for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should apologize for allowing myself to get carried away when we kissed.
Unable to decide, I showered and completed my nightly hygiene routine, hoping that by the time I finished, my thoughts would no longer be stuck on Khiya.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She was just as heavy on my mind as she had been since the moment we locked eyes on the elevator several hours ago.
After pulling on a pair of shorts, I went to the adjoining door and opened it.
I put my ear against the other door, but I didn’t hear anything on the other side.
She could already be asleep, but I hoped she was lying in bed with thoughts of me running rampant through her mind.
I held my breath and knocked on the door.
As I waited, the seconds felt like minutes. When I still heard no movement, I knocked again, and just when I was about to give up, I heard the locks. She pulled the door open slowly, and her room was dark, but the light from the lamp in my room provided enough light for me to see her.
She wore a bonnet and a short nightgown, and, of course, my first thought was whether she had panties on underneath. The mere thought had my mouth watering and my dick stiffening.
“Is everything okay?” she asked when I didn’t say anything.
“Yeah. I, umm . . . I forgot to tell you Happy Valentine’s Day.”
She tilted her head to the side and scrunched her nose.
“Seriously, Sylas?”
“No, but I—”
Suddenly, she closed the space between us, stood on her toes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips connected in an instant, and I gripped her waist, pulling her closer. We melted into the kiss, and her soft moans went straight to my dick.
I slid my hands down and cupped her ass, picking her up and carrying her a few steps to her bed. We didn’t miss a beat as we fell onto the bed with me on top of her. Our centers aligned, and I could feel the heat coming from hers as I was sure she could feel my erection.
Her hands caressed the back of my neck as I eased one of mine between us.
I groaned upon the realization that she wasn’t wearing panties and slipped my index and middle fingers into her pussy.
She was tight, warm, and wet as fuck. The urge to taste her overwhelmed me, and I tore my mouth away from hers to lick my fingers.
“Damn, baby. That pussy so sweet.”
“Let me taste.”
Her demand made my dick jump because there were only a few things better than watching a woman taste her own feminine juices. She opened her mouth ever so slightly, and I slid the same two fingers inside.
“Mmm,” she moaned, the sound sending vibrations through my hand.
“You like that?”
She nodded as I removed my fingers from her mouth. I stood and pushed my shorts down, watching Khiya’s eyes widen when my dick was exposed, standing at attention.
“Damn,” she whispered, causing me to smirk.
“Take that off.”
She did as I said and lifted her gown over her head, tossing it to the floor.
“I don’t mean to ruin the mood, but do you have protection?” she asked.
It had been over a decade since I fucked a woman without a condom, but had Khiya let me, I was about to slide into her raw without a second thought.
“I’ll be right back.”
I went to my room and grabbed a few condoms, returning in less than thirty seconds. I tossed them on the bedside table and returned to the foot of the bed, stroking my dick.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding confused.
“I wanna eat it up before I beat it up . . . if that’s okay with you.”
She leaned back onto her elbows and opened her legs.
“Eat up.”
Without hesitation, I buried my face between her thighs, swiping my tongue over her lips before licking between them, then sucking on her nub. Her arms gave out, and she was on her back with her hands on my head.
“Ooh shit!” she whispered.
I licked every crease and crevice at the apex of her thighs, savoring every ounce of flavor in case I wasn’t blessed enough to find myself here again. Her body tensed, indicating her orgasm was close, and I wanted her walls wrapped around my tongue when she climaxed.
I pressed my thumb against her bud, flicking my tongue over her pussy like a snake looking for its prey. She was on the brink of ecstasy, and I stiffened my tongue, sliding it into her hole.
“Oh my God!” she screamed. “Sy-las! Sy-I’m cum-oh shit!”
I let her drown me in her juices, not coming up for air until her body stopped convulsing. I slowly released her legs, lifting my head and catching a glimpse of satisfaction on her face, although her eyes were closed.
“Your pussy tastes like all the good things that’s missing in my life.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a weak smile. I hovered above her, pressing my lips against hers. She accepted my tongue into her mouth, eagerly sucking her essence as if it gave her life. That shit was sexy as hell and had my dick ready to explode.
The longer we kissed, the more aggressive, passionate, and intense it became. As our tongues became more familiar with each other’s, my dick got comfortable between her pussy lips. I was a millisecond from letting the tip slide into her center, but the responsible man in me made an appearance.
“Hold on, baby. Let me wrap up before it’s too late to turn back.”
I grabbed a condom off the bedside table and made quick work of sheathing myself. Instead of resuming our kiss, I took one of her breasts in my mouth while caressing the other with my hand. As my tongue drew circles around one nipple, my thumb and index finger pinched and squeezed the other.
Her breasts must have been one of her erogenous zones, because her moans became almost as loud as when my mouth was on her pussy. Underneath me, she ground upward in a frenzy, attempting to create friction between our loins.
I lifted my head and whispered, “Calm down, baby.”
She looked at me, and her expression was one of frustration. “Fuck me.”
“Look at me. You ready for me to beat this pussy up?”
“Please.”
“I gotchu, beautiful.”
I lifted my body just enough to reach between us and grab my dick. I guided the head into her center and had to pause because, although she was wet, she was tighter than I expected.
“It’s been a minute, but I’m more than ready,” she said.
“Keep your eyes on me. I’ll be gentle.”
Her head went from side to side a few times before she stopped and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t be. I want to be fucked.”
I raised my brow, surprised by her response, but I’d heard her loud and clear. If she wanted to be fucked, who was I to deny her? Without further delay, I pressed my way inside her slick walls, and immediately, I was in heaven.
It felt as if my dick and her pussy were lost puzzle pieces that had been reunited. I hadn’t even begun to deep stroke her, and she already felt like home. I’m in trouble.
I lifted to my knees and slipped my arms underneath her thighs. Khiya did me one better by putting her ankles on my shoulders, and I was ready to explode from that one action alone.
Our eyes were locked, and my first few strokes were slow, deep, and hard. I pressed my nine inches into her so far that my balls slapped against her asshole, then I pulled out until only the tip remained inside, repeating the action a few more times.
“Shit! It’s—I—you’re deep,” she murmured, her hand pressing against my stomach.
“You said you wanted to be fucked, and I aim to please. Move your hand, baby.”
“Wait, I—”
“Move your fuckin’ hand, Khiya!”
She moved her hand, and I commenced to give her exactly what she asked for. I moved her legs from my shoulders, bending them and pushing them back until her knees touched her ears. My strokes remained hard and deep, but the pace and intensity increased.
“Sylas! Oh my God!”
“I wanted to fuck you nice and slow, baby, but you asked for this.”
“I—you—”
“You want me to stop?”
For the second time, her head went from side to side.
“Don’t stop. It feels—it feels too good.”
It may have been a while since she’d last had sex, but I could tell she’d never been fucked like this, and when she told me to fuck her, this wasn’t what she expected. I released her legs, and she wrapped them around my waist.
Our mouths collided, and we kissed feverishly. Her pussy began to tremble around my dick, indicating her climax was nearing. I snatched my dick from her womb and moved down until my face aligned with her pussy.
She was caught off-guard but didn’t say anything, because I attacked her pussy with my mouth before she could formulate any words. The next sounds I heard from her were screams of ecstasy.
“Oh, Sylas. My God! I’m cummin’!”
In the middle of her climax, I pressed my dick into her, and she lost her mind. Her tight, wet pussy and nonstop praises sent me over the edge, and I came harder than I had in years, filling the condom with my seeds.
The next morning, I was awakened by Khiya covering my morning wood with a condom. She sank onto my dick and released a moan that sounded like one she’d been holding in forever.
“Got damn, Khiya.”
I put my hands on her waist to slow her pace, or this wouldn’t be a long ride. She leaned forward, planted her hands on my chest, and bounced her ass up and down. The bouncing turned into slamming, and the shit felt amazing.
Her breasts put on a show as they jiggled in my face. I couldn’t resist taking them in my hands, pushing them together, and brushing my tongue across her nipples. That sent Khiya spiraling, slowing her momentum and grinding her hot pussy in a circular motion.
“Sy—oh God, Sy. I’m cummin’!”
The sound of her early morning voice and the throbbing of her pussy around my dick snatched my nut right out of me. It was very rare that I woke up to a woman in bed with me, and the few times I had, she’d never woke me up by taking the dick. I could get used to this.
Khiya collapsed on my chest with my dick still inside her. I wrapped my arms around her while she caught her breath. Once her breathing slowed, she eased off my dick, which was still slightly hard, and rolled off me, but tucked her body into my side, resting her head on my chest.
“Good morning,” I greeted, kissing the top of her head, which was missing her bonnet.
“Hey.”
“Damn. All I get is a dry ass ‘hey’ after you took the dick.”
She giggled. “Good morning, Sylas. Thank you for the amazing sex. Are you always hard when you wake up?”
“I wasn’t awake.”
“That’s a technicality. Is your dick always hard in the morning?”
“Not always, but the term ‘morning wood’ exists for a reason.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Why? Do you plan to wake up by my side again?”
“That depends on how long we’ll be stranded.”
“If that’s the case, let me have a talk with God and see what He has up his sleeve for this Denver weather.”
She scooted out of bed and went to the bathroom, and I followed her lead, going to my room to do the same. After relieving my bladder, washing my hands and face, and brushing my teeth, I retrieved my company-issued phone from the bedside table, where it was charging, and checked my messages.
Normally, I’d be pissed, but what I read put a smile on my face. I returned that phone to the charger, unplugged my personal phone, and headed back to Khiya’s room to give her the news.
“The earliest we can fly out will be tomorrow morning. It’s been snowing for seventeen hours with no signs of slowing down until later this evening, and the situation will be reassessed.”
I went to her window and opened the shades. The brightness was blinding, and my eyes needed time to adjust. Everything was white, and I couldn’t tell one object from the next. I quickly closed the blinds and turned to face Khiya, who’d returned to bed.
“You’re walking around as if you’re not carrying a weapon of mass destruction between your legs. You really need to put that thing away.”
I slowly walked toward the bed with my dick swinging and slapping my thigh. When I reached the side of the bed that Khiya was closest to, I stopped in front of her face, about a foot away. Her eyes were locked on my dick, and I chuckled when she licked her lips.
“You see something you like?” I asked, smirking.
“I do, but I’d better not do what I’m thinking about doing, or I’ll have a stalker on my hands.”
My dick stiffened at the thought of her luscious lips wrapped around it, and I raised my brow, intrigued by her bold statement. I went to my photos and found a screenshot of my most recent test results, which were from a month ago.
“I got a clean bill of health, so if what you’re thinking involves the head of my dick hitting the back of your throat, we’re ready.”
My dick was now fully erect again, and I made it jump as I handed her my phone. She bit her bottom lip before looking at the screen, then placing it on the bedside table.
“Come back to bed,” she said seductively.
She moved over, making room for me, and I slid in next to her. As she straddled me, we kissed like we were starving for each other. As our tongues weaved around each other’s, she ground her warm, wet pussy on my dick.
When her mouth moved away from mine, I didn’t miss her, because she caressed my earlobe with her tongue, sucked my neck, and licked her way down my body until she reached my dick.
“You think you can handle it?” I challenged.
“You should ask yourself the same.”
Her confidence and lack of inhibition turned me on.
Before I could respond, she swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick, then took half of it in her mouth, applying the perfect amount of suction.
She bobbed her head up and down a few times before wrapping her hand around what couldn’t fit into her mouth.
“Suck that shit, baby.”
Every time her head went down, the tip of my dick hit her tonsils. Each time her mouth was at the tip, her tongue swooped around it. Between the sucking, the bobbing, and the swooping, I was ready to blow a lot sooner than I wanted.
I palmed her head to slow her pace, but she knocked both my hands away without missing a beat. As my nut began to build, I prayed she was ready because it was sure to be a massive explosion.
“Khiya, baby. You-shit-! You ready to ca-catch this-fuck!”
I tried to warn her, but it came too fast, and I couldn’t get my words out. My nut shot into her mouth, and she caught every last drop, sucking my shit dry. When she lifted her head, she wore a sneaky, sexy, and satisfied grin.
I reached for her, grabbing the back of her neck and bringing her face to mine. Before I smashed my lips against hers, I said, “I think I just fell in love.”