Chapter 12 #3
“I want you to,” she said in an airy breath that was full of intimidation and curiosity.
He fisted the back of her hair, and she kissed him deeper, swallowing his entire tongue as her moans filled the air.
She needed this so badly she could feel her body screaming for him.
The clothes were in the way. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulled the wife beater beneath it over his head, and then stood between his legs.
He ran his hand up her leg and then leaned in to kiss the softest part of her thigh as she frantically pulled the dress over her head.
She stood there, in her panties and bra, vulnerable, trembling as he planted soft pecks on her body.
He was still seated on the couch, and he was taking his time.
She could feel his breath on her center as he came close, and when his finger pulled the edge of her panties to the side, she siphoned in air through pursed lips.
He licked her with a flat tongue, placing his entire mouth over her pussy lips before sucking on them like they were dipped in honey.
His hands gripped her ass, and he sat back on the couch as he pulled her toward him.
Head resting on the cushions, he relaxed and pulled her right on top of his face.
He ate Lauren from her clit to her crack as she held onto the back of the couch for dear life.
“It feels so good,” she moaned.
“It tastes better,” he mumbled. This man was an eater.
He savored her like he had spent hours in the kitchen preparing this meal.
She was at his mercy, and it felt so good that she had to squeeze her eyes tight and bite her bottom lip to allow him to continue.
This wasn’t a quick bite. This was five courses.
His tongue did tricks she didn’t know tongues could do, and her pussy pulsed in satisfaction.
She came all over his tongue, and Nyair just kept going and going, and, oh my God, why was he still going?
The way her stomach was contracting as she jerked from the orgasm should have told him he could stop, but they were nowhere close to the finish line.
Her clit was so sensitive she couldn’t take it.
She was losing her mind as she tried to run from the sensation.
“Mmm hmm,” he groaned, denying her as he eased up from full pressure to delicate licks.
“Yes, like that,” she groaned. “How do you know what I need?” she asked in amazement as her face twisted in an ugly sneer. “Baby, I’m about to cum.” But the sensation was so strong it felt like her bladder was full. “Wait, I think I have to pee.”
“That ain’t pee, Lo. Just enjoy it. Let it go.”
Lauren couldn’t take anymore. She pulled away from him, standing and backing up as she placed her fingers between her lips. She was stupefied as her legs shook so much she could hardly stand. Her pussy was so wet her fingers were glazed when she pulled them back. He stood.
“You can’t handle it. We can stop,” Nyair said, his tone a bit disappointed, like he had expected more.
“I can’t stop,” Lauren damn near shouted. “I can handle it. I can take it.” He unbuttoned his slacks and stepped out of them. Designer drawers for a high-class man. His dick print alone sent a sensation through Lauren’s clit. He gripped his blessing with one hand and waited for her to approach.
Lauren rushed over to him, tongue kissing him, tasting herself as she slid her hands into his underwear. She had never felt a man brick like that. Every vein, every inch, even the rim of the head of his dick was defined.
“I don’t have condoms. I didn’t come here for this,” he whispered.
She paused, but the lust was so potent it wasn’t enough to stop her. They both stared at one another, chests heaving, as they weighed the risk in their minds.
“I don’t think I care,” she whispered. He sat back on the couch, and she straddled him, easing onto his dick, inch by inch. The ride was spectacular. The way that pussy squeezed as she rose and the wetness that saturated him when she lowered was earth-shattering.
“Ooooh, Nyair, I really have to pee,” she moaned. Only it felt good. It felt like he was pressing on her bladder and her clit at the same time.
“Let it go,” he whispered. He wrapped one hand around her neck and pulled her close to his face. “Wet this dick.”
He bit her bottom lip and then pulled her bra straps down, freeing her titties so that he could bite softly on those too. He pushed them together as she bounced slowly and winded her hips intensely. He went from one nipple to the other and back again.
“You’re perfection, Lauren. Every inch of you,” he whispered.
She was crying, this dick was so good. She pressed her forehead to his as she whimpered.
“Anytime you’re sad or lonely, let me come get this.
Every time you need it. I’ll put my face in it any time you want me to make it better, Lo. I promise.”
“Ahhh!” She exploded. Lauren squirted all over Nyair, flooding everything.
Him, her couch. He came right after her, lifting her from his lap and pumping his dick slowly as he got rid of every drop.
Lauren didn’t know what came over her. The sight of his fist milking his dick just did things to her.
She straddled him again, this time backward, and swallowed his dick.
“Ohhh, shit,” Nyair moaned as he filled her throat.
He lifted her hips onto his face again and spread her cheeks before licking her ass as his middle finger stroked her stiff clit.
Lauren was sucking him dry. She was swallowing dick and balls and nut like it had the power the heal her ailments.
She felt him grow hard all over again. Nyair focused on eating her ass while he took three fingers on an exploration of her wetness as his thumb focused on her pearl.
It was too many sensations at one time for Lauren to handle.
“My God, Ny!” she screamed as her pussy convulsed, creaming.
He smacked her ass gently and then moved her cheeks in circles before kissing one pussy lip, then the other. His toes were curling from the job Lauren was performing. Never would he have ever looked at Lauren and predicted that she got down like this. He laid his head back.
“Fuck, baby. You sucking the shit out that dick,” he moaned.
He never stopped circling her clit with his thumb.
He knew how sensitive a woman’s clit was after orgasm.
Lauren had cum twice. He knew that pussy was raw with pure, exposed nerves, and his thumb was the perfect amount of pressure to keep her aroused.
The way her juices were flowing, it felt like just his touch was enough to make her cum a third time.
It was pretty and pink and coated, and Nyair was greedy.
He lifted his hips slowly, grinding into her mouth, and lowered his head to suck her clit.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, mouth still wrapped around him.
“Fuck,” Nyair hissed as he came. She came up for air and cuddled under him as he welcomed her into his body. They were both heaving.
It was the nastiest sex Lauren had ever had and the best. Two simultaneous truths. She could barely catch her breath.
“I apologize, Lo. I’m out of line,” Nyair said. She could see a sense of shame and guilt wash over him as their high faded. He was so remorseful.
She shook her head and climbed back into his lap.
“You’re exactly where I need you to be and exactly who I need you to be.
I don’t care if this is wrong because everything is fucked up anyway.
I don’t care if it’s an unhealthy way to heal.
Don’t feel guilty, Ny. Don’t feel guilty for making this better for me. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.”
Nyair sighed. “I’m taking advantage, Lo. Of my position…Of your hurt. This ain’t where a man of God supposed to be.”
“Well, you’re the only thing that has me not questioning God right now.
You’re the only thing making me think He’s even real because He sent you, and everything that hurts, stops.
I don’t care about anything else. Nobody even has to know, Ny, but you can’t not give me this.
I need you to fuck me, Nyair. Keep fucking me and keep eating my pussy, and making me call your name… and…”
The more she talked, the harder Nyair became until she was sliding him right back inside of her.
“Yes, just like that,” she moaned. “Keep doing this.” She wasn’t even sure how he was hard again, or why her body still craved him, but they were on it, and she wasn’t complaining.
Nyair turned her over and delivered back strokes that had her clawing at his skin.
“Fuck!” she shouted. Lauren knew this was a distraction from the pain, but she didn’t care.
She was grateful for it; she praised him for it.
The stamina of this man. Ain’t no way God didn’t want him to use it.
Nyair and Lauren fucked for two hours straight and only stopped because Nyair couldn’t rise again for round four.
Even then, he didn’t stop. They showered, and he ate her as the water washed the evidence of their indiscretions away.
He climbed from the shower, frowning in concern as he came up behind her while she stared at herself in the mirror. She rubbed her hands together, moisturizing them as she stared at her reflection.
He kissed the back of her shoulder.
“I want to ask if you’re okay, but I know you’re not,” he whispered.
She turned to him and lowered her head to his chest as he enveloped her in a hug.
“It feels like I need you, Ny, and I don’t want to need you. I don’t want to need anybody, but it really feels like I need to fall in love with you to get through this.”
Nyair pulled back slightly and took in her facial expression. He had never heard anyone be so technical about the act. It was like she was ordering a prescription for heartbreak.
“I know,” she cried softly. He didn’t need to tell her that she sounded like the clingy girl or the crazy chick that would key your car for not answering a call.