23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
The sound of his alarm going off wakes me up. At some point during the night, he had put a spare blanket over us and gotten undress. I feel his bare torso against my skin. Pressed against me is the full length of his morning wood, going from the dip of my ass to the middle of my back. I want to touch it and see if the girth matches his impressive length.
I turn to face him and see if he’s awake yet. Dark pools meet mine as Errol lets out a yawn. He looks like a relaxing lion taking in his pride. The idea that I belong to him urges my hand lower until it wraps around his dick. He is big. Filling my hand easily, my fingers just meet on the other side. His eyes widen a little at my touch, before sliding into a satisfied squint. Half lidded, they watch me with arousal. My hand is still wrapped around him, holding on over his underwear.
“What are you doing?” He looks at me with a half smile.
“I just wanted to feel it.”
“Is that all?”
I shake my head, admitting my truth. No, this is just the start. As I slide my hand up the length of him, I discover half of his penis is outside the band of his underpants, having already been adjusted. Sliding the boxers down more, I free it fully. It hits my belly before I grab it in both hands, stroking it back towards him.
“Farrah,” he says in an uneven breath, grabbing at my hands with his.
“No. It’s my turn.”
Pulling the blanket back, I look down to see what I’m working with. Erect and thick, it pulses in my hand. Veins run up the underside of it, and the tip thickly hangs over the shaft. It’s big enough to stretch a girl. My mouth salivates as I look down at it, preparing my throat for what comes next.
With one last glance into his eyes, I slide down his body as he moves on to his back. I just stare at it. Taking in the impressive look of it standing tall in the morning light. Darker than the rest of his body, it is smooth and clear of any hair. I have never wanted to put something in my mouth more. My tongue flicks out and circles the edge of his head, teasing the most sensitive part.
He hisses, and I do it again, lapping just along the bottom of the shelf. My mouth is positioned right above it, hot air breathing down, letting him know how close he is to being taken in. I do that a few more times, getting it nice and wet before I pull back and blow on it. He bucks as the cool air circles the warm wetness my mouth produced.
When it seems like he can’t take any more, I lean forward and place a kiss to the base. With a flick of my tongue, I lick from that point back up until I place another kiss at the tip. When he feels my mouth, he moves up trying to get inside.
“Farrah.” Frustration is clear in his voice.
With one hand languidly stroking up and down him, I move in between his legs, spreading them so I can get into position. His hips thrust up again as I delay taking him in my mouth. I take my time, letting the want build as I slowly move my hand.
“Yes?” I ask innocently, still just easing it over the length.
“Put it in your fucking mouth.” The pure desire in his voice is completely unfiltered. The command sinks between my thighs, soaking me a little.
“As you wish.”
I lower my mouth onto his dick, taking in only the tip. My cheeks cave in as I suck my whole mouth around the start of him. Moaning, he puts a hand on my head, urging it further down. I remove my hands from around his shaft. Putting my right one on his, I give him the go ahead to fuck my face, before bracing them both on either side of him. He takes a fist full of my hair into his hands and begins to push. I sink down inch by inch until I can feel it easing into my throat. Having been born with the gift of no gag reflex, it goes down with ease until my lips touch the base.
I swallow, adjusting my throat to the full feel of him. Giving me a minute, he holds me there while I take in a few breaths through my nose. I look up at him, and nod once. Pulling me back up, he instantly slams me back down, his hips rising up to meet the push. His hands move to either side of my face as he begins to pump in and out.
Even though he has all the control, I feel more empowered every time he thrusts in. I know I’m bringing him to the edge with my mouth alone, and that I have taken in his impressive length. I moan with satisfaction, vibrating my mouth around it.
“Fuck,” he cries out as he slows his speed, easing in and out with more gentleness.
My nose presses into his skin every time he pushes all the way in.
Bringing my hand to his balls, I pull and massage them as he continues his movement. He’s trying to make this last, taking his time exploring my mouth. I suck in, closing my lips and cheeks around him. When he pulls back out, I let my teeth graze a little bit.
“Damn, that feels good.” He picks up the pace once again. When it seems like he is close to coming, he pulls out entirely, lifting my face away from it.
“What?” I ask after a big breath.
“I’m not finishing until I get inside of you.”
He pulls me up for a kiss. We roll until he is on top of me, pressing only a portion of his weight down. He pushes hungrily against my mouth as I slide my tongue in, easing against his. A match ensues, where we battle for control, meeting each other kiss for kiss and lick for lick. With how good it feels, we both win, evenly giving each other pleasure.
He pulls back to continue the kiss down my neck and chest.
When he gets to a nipple, he sucks it into his mouth, rolling it with his teeth and tongue. I can’t help the moan that escapes at the sensitive feeling. He alternates between my breasts, his hand massaging which-ever one his mouth is not on. The feeling of him working them over has me wiggling under him in desperation. My legs graze his hard on, making him lean into me more. Needing to finally feel him fill me, I pull him up and hold his face in my hands.
“Fuck me.” I drive the command home with the fierce look in my eyes.
A roguish smile peels across his face. Leaning towards the nightstand, he grabs a condom from the drawer before sitting up on his knees. I watch as he slides the latex on, as his dick pulses. Staring me down, he moves his hand to work it.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asks.
I imagine us in every position. Him railing into me as I lay to the side. Me looking into his eyes as he comes in missionary. I think about how it will feel to be on top. All pale in comparison to the idea of what it will be like to have him hit my g-spot from behind. I roll over, lifting my ass into the air as I get up on my hands and knees.
Looking over my shoulder, I smile at him, inviting him to come near.
“This way?”
Excitement is evident in the way he looks down on me. I nod, wiggling my butt again, leaning forward to angle it up more. I watch him slide in between my legs, positioning himself right at my entrance. His hands come down on to my hips, gripping onto the fluffy sides.
“Are you ready?”
I push back against him in reply.
Holding me steady, he begins to push just the tip in. I feel him stretch me beyond anything I have ever experienced before. I shift at the uncomfortableness of him filling me up, as he presses in the rest. When I feel his balls ease against my folds, I know that I am full of him.
He takes his time slowly pulling out, before shoving back into me. Pleasure starts to override discomfort as he begins a slow rhythm. Despite the sweet sensation easing through me, my mind can’t help but think about how crazy this all is. The desire I have felt for him since day one seemed pointless. I thought there was no chance in hell we would end up having sex. Beyond the fact that we didn’t like each other, I never saw myself coming to this place.
Yet here I am. Back arching into him, my body swaying to meet his every move. I have surpassed want and hurtled straight into need when it comes to the idea of his body and mine. So much so, the idea that this could have never happened has me regretting every negative experience we ever had. None of it matters now. As he slowly begins to pick up speed, my mind clears, and all I can focus on is this.
My throat vibrates with the moans I let out. Hearing how much I’m enjoying myself, he pounds into me, ruthlessly fucking me. One hand comes up to the back of my neck, helping him brace himself to really let go. The other finds my clit, rubbing it with a slight pressure that has me whimpering.
I rock my hips back, wanting more, needing him to go even harder. He obliges, thrusting full force into my aching hole. The friction between our bodies acts as a match, setting us on fire. Heat surrounds us as we fuck like it is both the first and last time.
I have never wanted anything more than I want for this to never end. My heart beats in pace with his thrusts, my whole body tuning into his. We move as one, meeting each other force for force.
I imagine a life where we do this every day, and screams of joy erupt from me at the thought. He pulls all the way out, holding just the tip in, before he slams back down. The sensation of him hitting every spot inside of me while simultaneously working my clit is too much to handle. With a cry, I arch my back, ecstasy flooding my system. From my toes to my rolling eyes, my body vibrates as the orgasm rocks me from my core.
“Oh god!” I scream before relief overtakes me, forcing my eyes close in surrender to the feeling.
He is still going. Slower now, as he pumps into me with more tenderness. Every movement is over the top with how sensitive I am now. Still, I roll my hips and throw it back, meeting each of his presses. When the craving begins to build again, he moans my name, holding himself deep in me. I can feel his dick pump out the cum as he’s pushed over the edge.
He pulls out slowly, and my pussy flexes at the now empty feeling. I collapse onto the bed, a heap of satisfied exhaustion. I feel the bed shift when he gets up and goes to dispose of the condom. Coming back, he scoops me into his arms, pressing my back against his chest. Our breathing evens out and falls into harmony. The air is filled with a serene sense of gratification.
Having imagined what this would feel like, every dream is bleak in comparison to this colorful reality. He has taken me to new heights that make me feel like I’m floating. Now coming down, all I want is to do it again. He kisses my shoulder, and I lean back, resting my head against him. Somehow being held feels just as good as what we did. Feeling at home in his arms in a way I never thought would be possible with another man, I can’t help but melt.
I press back harder, needing more of that feeling to sink into the part of me that is still broken. His arm holding my stomach squeezes me as if he knows this.
“That was incredible,” he says.
Turning so I can look at him, I shift in his arms until we are face to face. All I see reflected there is warmth and joy. He is still riding the high of his release. As I look at him, I feel fulfilled and worried. Would I survive losing this man? This dynamic, intricate and now good-in-bed man. Someone able to handle my over the top nature and stay. He is glorious, and I’m enamored, and all this could end without ever really getting started. Will I be able to handle that?
“You’re quiet.” He cups my cheek.
With my thoughts interrupted, I come back to the moment and let myself luxuriate in it for now.
“I was just thinking about how I rocked your world.” I snuggle down more into his hold. He quirks an eyebrow while pulling back to get a better look.
“Oh really? Here I was thinking it was more of a mutual experience.”
The corner of my mouth lifts up as I shake my head.
“Nah, you definitely got the better end of the deal.” I wait to see if worry will cloud his eyes, but lust takes form first, making them smoky with desire.
“I guess we will have to do it again, so I can prove you wrong.” He nuzzles into my neck.
Still wet from what we just did, even more liquid seeps between my legs at the comment.
“Many times just to be sure.” I conclude for the both of us.
The pressure of his mouth landing on mine sweeps into my heart, making it race. As he pulls back, I protest a little by moving my mouth up towards him.
“We need food first.”
Happy to be thought of, my stomach grumbles, protesting at the calories we just burned. We burst out laughing as we untangle from one another and get dressed. Having only the clothes I came in yesterday, he offers me sweats and a t-shirt to throw on. Both fit me tightly, having to stretch over my curvy form. One of the downsides of being bigger than the men I date is that I can never get that baggy feeling from their clothes.
We make our way to the kitchen to scavenge for food, Errol making excuses while we walk.
“I don’t really grocery shop, I eat out a lot, so I might just have eggs and toast.”
Fitting the mold of a stereotypical bachelor, his lack of options isn’t surprising.
“If you have onion, cheese and milk, I can make us a frittata,” I offer.
He nods, pulling all the ingredients out. We get to work, Errol finds what I need while I move through the steps to create the meal. An ease comes over us as we work in unison, as if we’ve been this way our entire lives. Even as we assemble in his dining room with our plates and drink, we move like this house is our home, and every morning started off this way. I can imagine every day beginning with him taking me, and then us eating to replenish our strength. It’s a preview to a future I hope we can build.
We dive into the food, and he looks at me across the table, watching as I eat. I wipe at the corners of my mouth, before staring him down, eyebrows scrunched with questions.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
He shakes his head before looking down at his plate.
“No. I just think we need to talk.”
I thought we had the big conversation yesterday when he asked me to be with him. What could we possibly have to talk about now?
“About?” I urge, pushing my food away from me.
“While I’m happy that we’re together, I don’t think it’s a good idea if other people know we’re together. Not yet, not until we’re a few months outside of the movie.”
“Oh.” While not necessarily surprised, I just forgot this is a possible problem. I guess this is part of the reason he doesn’t date people he works with. “Okay. That’s fine.”
“You aren’t upset?”
I shake my head, understanding where he is coming from. I don’t need him to tell me all the ways this could go down if people knew. Not only would it throw suspicion on him, but I would be questioned as well. The last thing I need is for everyone to think I slept my way into this role.
“It’s fine.” I hold my hand out to him across the table, and he joins his fingers with mine. “I get it. I do. We can keep this a secret as long as you think it’s a good idea.”
“Thank you. I just don’t want anything impacting my career. I don’t know how I would handle it if the people I’ve come to know and respect stopped believing in me as a director.”
With his past, I can see how that scares him. As a Black man in a white-dominated industry, he has enough against him, without more people thinking he doesn’t deserve the success he has. I can just start to see the belief that he is good enough weaving into him every day. The last thing that needs to happen is anything interrupting that. I nod again, and we focus back on our food.
“We both know how good looking I am,” he says smirking. I roll my eyes, but he continues. “I have had plenty of offers, but after the Me Too movement, it has become abundantly clear the power struggle of a relationship like this and the backlash that can come from it.”
“Are you saying I’m worth the risk?”
“You are, but I also know you don’t feel pressured. Hell, you didn’t care if I fired you before this. But I have worked for years to build this career. I can’t lose it because of our relationship.”
I fully understand where he is coming from and give him a thumbs up. He nods in agreement, and we go back to eating.
When we are done and full, all it takes is one look from him before we are racing back to the bedroom. He takes me again, and again, until it’s almost time for us to go to work. I pull away to go back to my place, letting the last twenty-four hours sink into my skin like an armor against whatever comes next.