Chapter 17 #4
Nyair’s head fell back against the edge of the hot tub. “Damn.” It was all he said. He had the type of dick that he had to let his lover control the pace because if he went too hard, pleasure would become pain, but Lauren took her time riding him, pussy devouring him as their bodies created heaven.
Her desire was felt. Lauren was extra wet.
Her body was reacting in a way it hadn’t in years, and she worked him with a passion.
This was how sex was designed to be. The way his fingers dug into her ass, and he grunted in ecstasy, was a boost to her ego.
She felt like a woman. Like her body was made to receive this pleasure and deliver his in return.
The way he fucked her mouth with fervent kisses, sloppy-ass, in-the-moment-ass kisses, made her feel appreciated.
When he turned her around, she didn’t even think twice about giving him full access because she knew it would only lead to more connection, more ecstasy, more affinity to one another, and this moment.
“Damn, girl,” he said as he rubbed the tip of his dick against her sex.
He was targeting her clit like he was trying to tenderize that thang, beating it with his heavy manhood, rotating it, applying pressure.
His dick slit swallowed her clit, electrifying every nerve ending in her body and making her moan uncontrollably.
Somebody had taught this man exactly where a woman’s orgasm lied because he wasn’t even inside her, but this pussy play had her climbing the walls.
“Nyair, this feels sooo fucking good,” she groaned as she leaned back, her back to his chest. His dick was so long the head still reached the target, peeking through her thighs as he rubbed her clit again and again.
Demi had never tortured her button like this.
He had never taken the time to do anything other than deliver a sterile fuck.
Her sex was throbbing, clit crying at every touch.
She was leaking all over the place. When he finally found his way to her warmth, she barely noticed his size because he had primed her wetness.
He slid right in, going deep. Nyair didn’t approach a woman’s body like a boy, jackhammering and such; he was fluid with his stroke.
Strategic with it. Even with the aggression, he was using to hit her G-spot, he still hit it to a rhythm while pulling her hips down onto him.
“I’m cumming already,” she cried out, squeezing her eyes closed. She was almost embarrassed at the way she had raced to orgasm. It had been so long, too long since she had felt a man’s touch, and her body was on sensory overload. “Wait, I don’t want to…”
“Let it come down, baby, you need it,” Nyair said, slowing and going deeper as he kissed her neck. She whimpered as he reached around. The light pinches to her button made her whimper. She was at his mercy. “Yeah, like that. Fuck,” Nyair whispered. “Just like that.”
“Okayyyy, okayyyy,” she cried out in pleasure. “My God, Nyyyyy. Unnnnn.”
“There you go,” Nyair whispered. “I know it’s been a minute, Lo. Nut all over this dick.”
And she did. She came so hard that her body quaked.
She had experienced good sex in her marriage and before Demi, but this was different.
This was sex mixed chemistry, heightened by forbidden desire.
No one had ever made her cum this hard. It made her want to reciprocate.
It made her want to conquer him and pump him dry.
“I think we’ve got company,” Nyair said as he glanced up at the house next door. Lauren’s eyes lifted, and her neighbor stood in the window, watching them.
“Oh my god,” Lauren shrieked. She turned toward Nyair, hiding her face in his shoulder as he wrapped a hand around her back. He snickered, biting down on her wet shoulder gently.
“Nah, you wanted to wake the neighbors and shit. That’s what you said,” he teased.
She laughed, and he swooped her up into his arms, carrying her out the water.
He put her down, and they grabbed up their clothes before hustling back into the warmth of the house.
Their laughter followed them inside, and Lauren shushed him, forgetting that DJ was asleep upstairs.
She grabbed towels from the laundry room and tossed one his way.
“Shh, shhh!” She laughed.
She fell into his space and hesitated as she looked into his eyes and saw some regret.
“Tell me you’re not rethinking this, Ny, because I just want more.”
“I’m asking myself how I’m going to stop, not if I want to stop,” he said.
“So don’t,” she whispered.
“I’ma need a door, Lo. Last thing I need is your son walking in the kitchen seeing his mama bent over the counter,” Ny said.
She led him down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As soon as the door closed, she was on top of him. He grabbed her wrists and spun her before putting her face down on the bed. Nyair went down on his knees and pulled at the thick flesh peeking between her lips with his mouth.
Lauren folded, chest caving in and thighs spreading wider.
“Unt uh, get over here and quit running.” He pulled her back and slurped her clit like it was his favorite flavor Jolly Rancher.
“Ny!” She called out as she grabbed at the white duvet at her sides, needing to hold onto something as he took his pointer finger and strummed her love. He played with her kitty like he had mastered the chords of her body for years.
“I can slow it down, Lo. I don’t mind being the gentleman. Or I can beast on you and make you cum until you can’t no more.”
“Please,” she moaned.
He flicked her clit faster, pulling it back to his warm tongue then pushing it forward until Lauren’s nectar rained down. He didn’t miss one drop. A grown-ass man, he still applied pressure, sucking gently and placing soft kisses on it to make the beating he had put on her pussy better.
She was good and wet before he even attempted to enter her again.
She was so damn tender that she came again, just from him going inside, and it made her want to bring him pleasure.
She threw it back at him, matching him stroke for stroke, grunt for passionate grunt.
Lauren felt every vein of his manhood as he stretched her.
It was the best dick she had ever had. She felt her ass moving around him, jiggling, and the light taps of appreciation Nyair gave her told her he appreciated the view.
He smacked that ass with just enough sting to offer encouragement for her to take it, and took it she did.
When he reached around her and choked her without missing one stroke from the back, she felt real tears fall from her eyes.
“I’ma have to pull out this pussy, Lo. Stop throwing it at a nigga so good,” he growled in her ear. She hit circles with her hips and Nyair groaned with so much passion as he caught his vibe.
“Fuckkk.” His seed spilled all over the place.
All over her, all over the bed, and she reached for him, feeling his eruption pulse through him; she rubbed his throbbing dick all over her clit, grinding it hard until she exploded again.
How many times would she feel this bliss in one night?
How many times could he make her? It was like an unending loop of orgasms and her legs shook uncontrollably from the pleasure.
She collapsed onto the bed, and the intimacy didn’t stop.
She felt the kiss to the back of her shoulder and then felt his weight lift from the bed.
Heavy steps crossed the hardwood and the guest bathroom creaked open.
The sound of water ran for awhile, she guessed waiting for warmth because it took her hot water heater a minute to kick out hot water in the dead of winter.
When he came back and wiped her down, she turned to face him.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He chuckled. “You make a nigga feel like the milkman,” he replied.
She giggled light-heartedly. It was the lightest her heart had been since she was in college.
“You just make me feel like I’m worth working for, worth pleasing,” she explained.
“Don’t let one unappreciative mu’fucka make you think all men view you the same. A real man knows when he in good company.”
Lauren felt safe. She felt seen. She felt equal, like her satisfaction mattered as much, if not more, than the man she had just given herself to.
“I really don’t know what this is, Ny, but I know what’s it not, and I appreciate you for being my introduction to dating after a long marriage.
This could have been incredibly awkward and uncomfortable for me.
But it’s refreshing, and it’s fun, and it feels incredible. You remind me of my worth.”
He winked at her and then retrieved his clothes from the floor. “You remind me of a woman’s value, Lo.”
She stood, wrapping herself in the sheet, and he stared down at her.
Such a lovely couple, yet not a couple at all.
They were an arrangement of coincidence and spontaneity, and chemistry.
How difficult would it be to pull this off?
To be together for real? Did he even want that?
Should she even seek that after being in a marriage for so long?
She was too old to follow her heart. She had to follow her senses and her senses told her to walk this path slowly.
The sex was probably even too fast, but the way her body was humming like an old car that had just been taken in for an oil change, she had zero regrets.
Most times, a man’s sex clouded a woman’s judgment. Nyair had cleared hers.
“I feel so empowered, Ny, but a little bad, like I have you out here betraying God or something,” Lauren said, only half-joking.