FEEL THE FIRE #4
“I can tell it’s something you love.”
“Perceptive.” His head shifted while his hooded eyes seared through her.
Lotus made it hard to focus. His dick was begging to explore her the entire time he interacted with her. She let him go into his rants about art while observing each piece with him. He damn sure could sell sand to the beach. She could see why he was successful at what he did.
“It’s effortless when you describe the different work. Natural. Not forced. How eager you were to answer my questions.” She tipped the last of the tequila in her glass to her lips, and it warmed her throat.
Eazy’s large, very capable hands gripped her waist, lifting her off the ground and onto the countertop.
Immediately, her walls clamped together, leaving her anxious with a million butterflies in her belly.
She’d been eyeing the print in his pants and wondering what he could do with it.
Something about the way he carried himself told her he could take her to new heights and beyond.
Tonight, she was down for the excursion.
“Maybe it wasn’t the art,” he worded, gathering her in his arms and stealing her next breath.
His lips crashed into hers, and his tongue slowly eased between the seams of her lips. Lotus melted in his strong, secure arms, and hers fell over his shoulders.
“Mmm.” She moaned, drawing him closer.
The liquor, the mood, and the sexual tension building between them from that first encounter was enough to fracture the little reasoning either of them had left.
His large hands traveled underneath her dress, and when he went to push her panties aside, he found her folds slippery from her juices.
Two of his fingers slipped into her warm, gushy insides, and Lotus continued to kiss him while freeing her hands to undo his pants.
Gripping his warm, pulsing dick, her mind blurred.
Cupping her chin, he tipped her head back and slowly kissed and sucked on her neck as she positioned his rod at her slick opening.
Once he was buried deep inside her, he held her there motionless, letting her snug walls collapse around his manhood.
“Fuck!” Eazy growled, in no way prepared for how good she would feel.
Tipping her head forward, mouth falling open in bliss, her stare met his, unleashing something between them that brewed like lava.
A soft whimper slid from her lips as he journeyed deeper, sending shudders all over and making her skin pimple.
Her lungs struggled to take in air as she held onto him while he rocked in and out of her steadily.
Plunging into her with long, deep strokes, Eazy tried to summon the power to pull out.
He was ready to take in a residency with the vice grip she possessed.
Heart hammering in her ears, Lotus hung on for as long as she could, but Eazy left heat spreading through every inch of her.
“That shit talking to me, shorty,” he whispered against her lips.
“Harder…” she moaned.
“Yeah,” he coaxed her through her orgasm, watching her face shift into a sexy grimace.
Drowning in an emotion she couldn’t name, Lotus groaned heavily.
“Let that shit go,” Eazy encouraged, hand falling to her back.
Hitting her with deep, steady strokes, nothing but the sound of her warm gushy insides filled his ears.
A low, guttural moan slipped from her lips, and her fingers dug into his sweaty flesh as he brought her to a soaring climax.
“Gahdamn!” Eazy panted, knowing he should pull out, but unable to do so as his nut spilled inside her.
Kissing her wasn’t enough. His dark eyes studied her.
The heat between them brewed like a hot tea pot, steaming.
Inhaling, he cupped her chin and searched her glossed over eyes that bounced around his.
Eazy lowered his hand to her chest, unable to keep up with the pace of her racing heartbeat.
Sloping forward, his lips meshed with hers.
“Yo’ ass mine tonight.” He scooped her off the counter, making her squeal in his arms.
Stripping Lotus from her dress, he left her in nothing but her heels and folded her every which way like a pretzel.
Eazy went from hammering into her on Alyssa’s desk to pinning her against the wall and bending her over.
Eventually, she ended up going buck wild like a cowgirl on top of him, taking up the leather sofa in the corner.
Losing count of the many times he broke her down only to reactivate that urge inside her, she wondered how he could possibly make her cum next.
A skilled, yet effortless lover, Eazy listened to her body give him lessons on how to activate her waterfall.
Eazy shot up on the sofa, his hard chest colliding with Lotus’s pillow soft titties, and their lips exchanged a passionate kiss.
“Wet ass fucking pussy, man.” He groaned, face balled up in pleasure, peppering kisses along her shoulder, neck, and eventually her lips again.
Lotus glided up and down his pole with a perfect arch in her back, winding in sync with his deep thrusts inside her.
His fingers dug into her plump ass, leaving an imprint as sweat glistened off them.
The harder Eazy fucked her, the wetter Lotus became, and his dick glistened with her slick heat.
Climaxing together, Eazy’s guttural grunts blended with her trembling moans, and he swept some of her hair from her shoulder.
He simpered when she rolled off him and relaxed on the couch.
“I’m starving,” she announced, catching her breath.
“No lie, you depleted a nigga. I think it’s some leftover food in the cooler back there from the party. Let me go check.” He reached for his pants and slipped into them.
After disappearing for a few minutes, he returned with a tray of rolls, leftover crab puffs, and a couple of mini subs.
He also set two bottles of water and a bag of Lays chips on the table.
Lotus sat up, shielding her naked body with her dress as a blanket when Eazy dropped beside her and unwrapped the platter from the plastic wrap.
Reaching for a crab puff, he popped it into his mouth.
Lotus opted for a sub and devoured it in a few bites before grabbing one of the chicken rolls.
“For the record, I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him.
“Like what?” Eazy chewed, glancing her way.
“Whatever this is.”
“I ain’t gon’ judge you for it. We grown. Ain’t nobody force shit here tonight.” He shrugged and stretched a comfortable arm behind her on the back of the couch.
“True, but it kind of makes us both look a little slutty,” she quipped, going for another crab puff.
“Shit, you can slut me out any time, shorty.”
Lotus snickered when he winked at her, and Eazy took a bite from one of the mini sandwiches.
“Hmm, well, the night is still young.” She eyed him with lust, and a slow, irresistible grin captured his lips.