Chapter 8 #2
I stared at her, taken aback by her natural beauty.
Summer had the smoothest skin. Her big bright, anguished eyes were pools of love.
She had so much to give, but reserved it for the right person.
I hoped I’d proven to be that person, because I wanted her love pouring into me for the rest of my life.
I wanted to rest knowing I’d found a love as great as hers and a woman as good as she was had given it to me.
“Stay the night,” softly, she demanded.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Surprised, she questioned.
“Okay,” I clarified. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Whatever I want?”
Her eyes turned to slits. Her hips rotated slightly. Hadn’t my hands been on her waist, I wouldn’t have noticed the sudden movement. She had every intention of stirring up some shit she was hardly prepared for.
“Don’t get yourself into big trouble tonight,” I warned.
“I don’t think I want to take heed.”
“You should, unless you want your father to hear his daughter taking dick on the back porch.”
“I’ll be quiet.”
My dick hardened as her hips swirled in a circle.
“He’s asleep.”
“He won’t let you live it down,” I reminded her.
“He doesn’t have much time to clown me.”
Her eyes saddened at the realization that her father was declining rapidly. Each time I saw him, he was a little less active, a little more tired, a little less enthused, and slowing down altogether.
“Hey. Hey.”
She shook her head, trying to come out of the hole she’d fallen into. She was struggling. To help ease her mind, I unsnapped the buckle of her right strap. As it rested at her side, I unsnapped the left one.
I lifted my body until we were face to face.
Nose to nose.
Chest to chest.
Eye to eye.
Lips pressed against each other.
The removal of her shirt separated us temporarily. We rejoined at the lips, contouring each other’s mouths with memories that would last a lifetime.
I strayed momentarily, dipping down to pull her breast into my mouth. Hungrily, I pushed it upward, meeting my tongue.
Summer was my favorite dessert. Always fresh. Always ready. Always tasted so fucking good.
“Mmmmmmm.”
Her moans were inebriating. Drunkenly, I moved to the other breast, circling my tongue around her dark, stiffened areola.
“Baby.”
Summer’s whimpers was evidence of her anticipation. She was yearning, prepared for what she knew was to come. Her arousal escaped the fabric of her overalls, swelling my nostrils and hardening my dick to the point of pain.
“I need to feel you,” I admitted, releasing her breast from my mouth.
Slowly, I kissed her lips. She lifted her body, allowing me to push her clothes down her frame.
She was unbelievable. Our separation was bittersweet. I was able to see her entirely. From her head to her toes, Summer was perfect. I closed my eyes, thanking the heavens for the blessing before me. I silently promised to make an honest woman of Summer.
I laid Summer against the linen and spread her legs, preparing for my meal. She needed to feel better now rather than later and I knew exactly how to make that happen. I lowered my mouth onto her flesh. She relaxed against me.
“Babbbbbby,” she whispered.
“Shhhhh.”
I reminded her of the promise she’d made.
“Keep quiet.”
Her hips swirled as my mouth pressed against her pussy. She was slippery wet, a result of her unmistakable arousal.
“Saaaaaaaul.”
Hearing my name fall from her lips left me in utter bliss. I halted, finding the strength to collect myself. Summer was such a fucking dream.
Her sweetness.
Her spirit.
Her voice.
Her body.
Her knowledge.
Her quietness.
Her calm.
I dived in, again, already missing the goodness her center oozed. Her bitterness was balanced with her sweetness. The fruit and vegetables she consumed regularly paired perfectly for a flawless dish.
My dish.
My pussy.
“Ummmm. Yeeeees.”
She squirmed. The pressure of my persistence for her mounting was becoming too much for her, yet it was just enough for her to reach the point of no return. The point I wanted her. The point I needed her. The point I wouldn’t stop until she reached.
I honed in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and circling it with my tongue. The distance between her legs began to shorten.
Second after second after second.
I found myself trapped between her thighs. I was exactly where I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be rescued. I’d die between her legs a very happy, very satisfied man.
“Fuck, baby.”
I was drenched in her gratification. It was plentiful. Pleasurable. Immeasurable.
“Baby,” Summer cried. “I’m– uhhh– I’m going to c– yessss.”
“As you should,” I reminded her, inserting my index and middle fingers inside of her. I twisted them and began beckoning for her orgasm. Her body attempted to fold in half. Her fingertips sank into the skin of my shoulders.
“Saaaulllll–”
“That’s it, baby. Get your shit off.”
“Uhhhh.”
“Um hmmmm. Let go. Let go right on my tongue.”
“Oh my G– Babbbbbby.”
Summer panted, trying her hardest to hold onto the inevitable.
“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
I grabbed her left hand, slithering my fingers through hers.
“Uhhhhhhhh.”
“There it is. Let it go, baby.”
Summer did as she was told. She unfolded like flowers in the heart of spring. Her center erupted. She drenched nearly every strand of hair on my face.
“Saul–”
“Shhhhh. Quiet down,” I advised as I shoved my pants down my waist.
She was glistening.
“I thought you said you would be quiet, Summer?” I teased, unable to keep my eyes off her centerpiece.
It was glorious.
“Hmm?” I asked, lowering my lips onto hers.
We were chest to chest.
Stomach to stomach.
Nose to nose.
Face to face.
“Uhhhhhhhh.”
“Mm.”
I entered her. We both released satisfying groans. I was home.
Summer’s body was still reeling. She contracted against me.
Too fucking good. Shit.
“Yesssss.”
Slowly, I began to paint my name across her walls. The tightness of her pussy kept me grounded, pulling me deeper and deeper. Disbelief led me to attempt the capturing of our visuals.
Her against me.
Me against her.
Stroking her gently and intensely and perfectly and precisely.
Fucking fool.
My mistake was apparent. I regretted it the second I witnessed the evidence of her pleasure coating my dick like white walls.
“Goddamn, baby.”
I wouldn’t last long. Summer was too good. Too gushy. Too gratifying.
“Saullllll.”
Don’t do that.
Don’t do that, baby.
I peered at her from above. Her eyes were on me, pulling me deeper into the trance I was already confined to.
“Mmm,” I moaned, fighting a losing battle.
The sound of her wetness was daunting. I closed my eyes, squeezing my lids tightly as I tried holding onto my composure. It was useless.
Summer didn’t play fair.
Neither did her pussy.
It was superior.
My load rushed through my shaft as I opened my eyes, watching my dick disappear in her natural lubrication. The sight was addictive. So was the pussy I was diving into.
My limbs stiffened as my semen wet her walls like the sprinkler system in the gardens. I planted seeds, hoping one day they’d grow into beautiful Black children with heads full of curls and coils that took hours to tame.
“Urgggh, fu–ck.”