19. Harlem
HARLEM
NEXT LEVEL – THREE WEEKS LATER
Iglanced at her for the third time, and I was assured that she was all into the movie, Ruth I want you to move in.”
A nigga’s heart damn near stopped beating when her mouth parted, and she looked like she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes shifted side to side, and I tried to mentally prepare myself to take her rejection smoothly.
“Dulzura, I know it hasn’t been that long, but I know that you belong in my life. Keep your home as rental property, and then if you’re not feeling it, which I pray that doesn’t happen, you can always go back. You need to know, though, that I’ll work my ass off to make sure that you don’t want to.”
Baby laughed. “I wasn’t thinking about that. I was calculating the moving logistics and expenses, as well as the commute.”
“I’ve already hired the moving service and a car service, in case you don’t want to drive or ride with me some days.”
She laughed again. “Of course, I’ll move in with you. Thank you for thinking this through and working it out, sweetheart. I appreciate how you’re always on top of things.”
“I want to be on top of you right now,” I professed, alternating between kissing and sucking her juicy lips.
“How about I be on top of things for a change?” she asked. She moved from beside me and moved on top of me, wiggling her eyebrows.
She removed her pajama shorts, and I slid her panties aside so that she could slide down my already uncovered dick. That was the perk of sleeping in the nude; I was always ready.
Baby was so beautiful, sitting on top of me. Long, coppery-red curls draped over her back and breasts, her cheeks that were naturally tinged a shade of red whenever she became overheated were glowing with exertion, and her toffee-colored nipples were stiff at attention.
I dragged my hand over her midsection and down to the apex of her thighs. My fingers gently stroked her soft pubic hair. She spread her thighs a little, welcoming my touch.
I pinched both thighs before I dragged my hand back up her body and circled my palm around her neck. She gasped, and her eyes widened in shock before they drifted closed in pleasure when I squeezed her just a little.
My dick jerked when her plump lips opened, and the tip of her tongue peeked out just a little. I leaned forward and sucked on it while I pumped deep inside of her. She had no idea how sexy she looked, how she drove me crazy, or how often I asked myself how I got so lucky to have her in my life.
She wasn’t just sexy and beautiful. Baby was generous, compassionate, warm, intelligent, patient, and peaceful.
She was everything that I’d ever dreamt of having in a future partner and more.
Being with her made me think about how my father was with my mother.
Despite what the world said, he knew that she was his from the start, the same way that I knew Baby was mine.
It hadn’t been that long since we met or had started dating. Me asking her to move in was just the tip of the iceberg. Yeah, I had planned it all out if she were to say yes, but it was just a step toward the masterplan, asking her to be my wife.
I had almost fucked it up this evening by asking her, knowing that it hadn’t been long enough. The last thing that I wanted to do was run her off. My hands squeezed soft, pliable hips, as her round, fat ass bounced on my pelvis and thighs with each descent she made down my dick.
I reached behind her and gripped the back of her head. A soft moan fell from those pouty, puckered lips when my fingers tangled in her tousled curls, and I stroked her scalp.
Baby leaned down and sucked my lips the way that I often did hers. I opened my mouth, and she sucked on my tongue before I took over the kiss, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her legs apart.
“Harlem!” She squealed at my unexpected move.
I grabbed both feet and spread them apart as I drove deeper inside of her. On my knees, pushing deeper into her walls, I felt like I was worshipping her body. Everything about her was perfect, sacred, deserving of love.
“This pussy is so soft and juicy, Baby.”
“Oooh.”
“It’s so wet. You hear that?” I asked, pulling in and out of her slowly so that she could hear the suctioning noise her pussy made when dragging my erection back into her sticky walls.
“You look so fucking good, all stretched out and swollen for me. Look at these fat lips,” I growled, pulling out of her and backing up just enough to kneel lower.
I sucked one of her lower lips and then the other. I used my tongue and lips to clean up the mess we had already made. She arched her back in response.
“Harlem!” she screamed, shaking as she clawed at the air and then clutched the sheets, snatching them from the bed.
Her screams fell on deaf ears because I was like a mad man, sucking her nectar to feed the hunger that had grown in me upon sexing her.
“Oooh shit, Harlem! I’m so sensitive. It’s too sensitive.” She cried.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, pulling back as I stroked her sensitive lips with one finger and then the other. She shook her head from side to side, watching me as I sucked my fingers clean.
“Nooo.”
“You said it was sensitive, like you couldn’t take it. I can stop, Baby.”
“Please don’t.”
“Please don’t what?”
“Don’t stop. Please eat my pussy, baby, please,” she begged.
I lowered myself again, slid my hands underneath her ass, and I lifted her like I was pulling a plate to my mouth. I sucked and sucked until she was screaming and begging me to stop again. She squirted all over my lips, mustache, and my chest. I lowered her and rolled her onto her belly.
“What are you doing?” she mumbled in the pillow.
I lifted her hips and spread her legs. “’Bout to eat this ass like it’s a plate of steak hibachi covered in yum-yum sauce.”
I spread her ass cheeks apart, spit in her hole, and slowly fingered her puckered rear entrance.
She moaned and shook until she begged me to eat her ass.
I spit in it again before I applied the pressure of my tongue.
I knew that she was sensitive there just based on how her entire body was shaking.
When I used my teeth to nip her, my tongue to lick, and my lips to suck back there, she went crazy, bucking her ass until I had to hold her firmly in place.
Everything about this woman tasted so good to me, and I would never get enough of sampling, pleasuring, and loving her body as long as there was breath in me. I ate my woman out so good, her li’l ass was slobbering on the pillow, unable to utter a coherent word.
After she came the second time, I pulled away, spread her legs out, and placed my hand on the lower part of her back. I grabbed my dick and guided it between her two juicy globes, and she reached underneath herself to touch my balls.
“Aww fuck, girl. You gon’ drive a nigga insane with that shit,” I grumbled through clenched teeth as she gently massaged my balls and tightened her pussy all around me. The tightening of her core around my erection was making it hard for me to breathe, let alone think.
The way that I moved inside of her and all around her, I was losing my mind. My movements became uncoordinated for a moment. Then I found my groove again, and I pulled back. In a steady, slow rhythm, I stroked her pussy while I slapped her ass.
“Ugghh! Harlem,” she cried out.
“Yeah, girl.”
“I can’t feel my tongue,” she complained.
I snickered for a minute. “Ya ass is talking, so you gotta feel it.”
“I’m losing all sense in my body.”
I continued slow stroking her but went deeper until she released on me again.
This time, she collapsed, and I pulled her back up again.
Now that she had cum three times, I was finally ready to release, and it didn’t take long between her bouncing her ass against me and making that pussy clap.
I surrendered to the feeling and shot my nut all inside of her.
When I finished, I collapsed onto my back and pulled her into my arms. We lay there for a while, trying to regulate our breathing. My ass felt like I’d just ran a marathon.
“What’s on the schedule for today?” she asked.
“Working.”
“Mm. Shower and breakfast and a late start?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Mm. I need some coffee.”
“How about we shower, get some breakfast ordered for breakfast in bed, and we call out sick today?” I suggested.
She turned in my arms and smiled at me. “Yeah, I like the sound of that. I might even kiss you for that suggestion, but I don’t know where your mouth has been.”
I flipped over, ready to attack her, but she giggled, jumped up, and ran to the shower with me right behind her. Yeah, I could definitely get used to life with Baby in my home daily.