DATE NIGHT #2
“I’m sorry. I was quiet because if I would have spoken, you would have responded, and hearing your voice in that sexy as hell accent would’ve made my already wet pussy uncomfortably wet and nasty. I just didn’t want to ruin your seats.”
Her core clenched as Arturo’s eyes darkened from warm brown to a cool umber.
His lips didn’t move, but the way he set her back down on the floor and once again grabbed her hand said everything Twyla needed to hear.
She followed his lead as he guided her up the stairs and down the hallway to the last door on the right.
When they entered the bedroom, he pressed a button on the wall below the light switch, bathing the room in a muted yellow from a series of recessed lighting across the ceiling.
Twyla watched as he closed the door behind him before turning those intense eyes on her.
As Arturo shrugged off his jacket, she kicked off her pumps.
He tossed the jacket onto the settee near the door and tugged his shirt out of his pants before undoing the buttons.
Twyla reached underneath her dress and tugged down her panties, stepping out of them and dropping the wet scrap of fabric to the floor.
The heat in Arturo’s eyes flared and Twyla’s chest heaved in response.
The way he responded to her made her feel powerful. Like she could have everything she wanted if she simply said the word.
They continued undressing, going back and forth with each article of clothing until they stood naked, greedily eying one another.
Twyla’s pussy wept as she swept her gaze over Arturo’s chiseled body and slender dick that jutted out at his hips.
She was torn between crawling toward him to take the elongated thickness into her mouth and turning around and dropping to her hands and knees in invitation.
If she had it her way, she’d be able to do both at the same damn time, but her dilemma was that she didn’t know what she wanted to do first.
Arturo made the decision easy for her by stalking toward her and lifting her into his arms. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when he dug his fingers into her ass as his dick bounced against her slick center.
He carried her over to the bed, intending to lay her down, but Twyla grabbed his shoulders and pulled him with her.
He pushed up on his arms to look down at her, but Twyla scrambled backward, hitting the headboard before she came onto her knees and beckoned him toward her with a crooked finger.
His thick lips curved into a grin as he crawled across the mattress, eyes on her as if she were a diamond in the rough that he’d traveled days and nights to find.
When he got to her, she surged forward and pushed at his shoulders, causing him to fall onto his back.
Palming the base of his dick, she licked her lips and met his heavily-lidded eyes.
“You said this was dessert, right?”
Smirking, he nodded. “Yes, but I would like my treat as well.” He patted his chest. “Pass it to me.”
Twyla shuddered with desire and swung her leg over his, turning around and scooting backward until her ass hovered over his face.
He wasted no time, gripping her hips and tugging her down until he could feast on her.
She cried out and dropped down, settling her weight on him as she once again grasped his hardened erection.
Without preamble, she licked her lips, allowing saliva to gather before widening her mouth and sliding her lips over his flared tip.
His hips jerked at the initial contact, but he was otherwise unaffected as he licked and slurped at her opening. Twyla shuddered then narrowed her eyes.
That wouldn’t do.
Determined to make him just as wild and unhinged as she felt when he set his darkened gaze upon her, she started an aggressive pace of sloppy head.
As she ground her hips over his face, she bobbed her head from side-to-side and sucked him down over and over, drooling between his thighs and jerking him simultaneously.
It didn’t take long before she got the response she was looking for.
Arturo slapped both of her cheeks before extracting his tongue from her hole.
“Fuck!” he groaned, as he pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with sporadic, shallow thrusts.
Lifting from his dick with a pop, Twyla shot him a teary-eyed glare over her shoulder.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
Breathing heavy, Arturo gaped at her, eyes wide and excited.
“My…apologies,” he breathed before looping his arms over her thighs and pulling her ass back against his face.
Twyla yelped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, then arched her back and moaned deep.
She’d made a grave mistake. They should’ve taken turns.
Or maybe she should’ve been the nine instead of the six and let him fuck her throat so she didn’t have to split her attention between giving and receiving.
Because as it were, the way he had his face buried in her ass made her want to focus all of her energy on that, the dick pressed against her cheek be damned.
Dropping her head to his thigh, she clutched his thigh and cried out. He wasn’t playing fair and she really had no one to blame but herself. All she had to do was let him feast until his heart was content, but noooo. She had to taste that mushroom first. Just being greedy and selfish.
Bitch, stand up! Put the meat back in your mouth!
Her attempt at motivating herself to get back in the game was in vain.
It was if her momentary weakness fueled him.
He licked and slurped at her pussy, pistoned his tongue in and out of her, and flicked the tip of the muscle in his mouth against her clit with practiced perfection.
The combination of sensations had her shaking and blubbering in no time.
When he stuck the tip of his tongue inside of her ass mid-climax, all thoughts left her brain like a shaken Etch-A-Sketch.
Her moans morphed into groans as she squealed from the unexpected sensation.
Before she had a chance to evaluate how she felt about it, Arturo rolled them over until Twyla was on her back.
Eyes crossing, she stared up at the ceiling and caught her breath.