5. Sha’nelle Harper #3
I moved it in slow circles, draggin’ the pleasure out while he kept grindin’ into me with his eyes on my face. The pressure started buildin’ low in my stomach, and I grabbed at his chest a lil’ harder when it got too much to hold in.
“Shit,” I moaned, my voice slippin’ out before I could catch it.
Couture leaned down some, still holdin’ my legs up while his strokes got heavier. “You close?”
I nodded and rolled my hips harder from the bottom, chasin’ what I felt comin’ while the vibrator stayed right where I needed it. “I’m ’bout to cum, Couture.”
“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his fingers diggin’ into the back of my thighs while he watched me fall apart under him. “Cum for me.”
I closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip as the orgasm came through me hard. My whole pussy tightened around him, and the vibrator kept pullin’ it out of me while his dick stayed deep.
I moaned his name and gripped his chest, ridin’ it out with my hips liftin’ on they own. The pleasure had me shakin’ under him, and Couture kept movin’ through it, slow enough to let me feel every second but deep enough to make me keep cryin’ out.
“Yes,” I moaned, draggin’ the word out while my pussy kept squeezin’ around him. “Fuck.”
“You came hard as fuck,” Couture said, and his voice sounded strained now. He lifted my legs higher, pushin’ ‘em closer to my chest while his strokes got faster and rougher. “This pussy gettin’ wetter. Damn, baby.”
I kept the vibrator on my clit even though I was sensitive as hell, and my other hand moved over his chest while he fucked me harder.
His face changed, and I could feel his dick growin’ thicker inside me.
His rhythm started breakin’ down, but he held on to me like he ain’t wanna let the moment go too fast. I rocked into him from under his body, tired but still needy, and he dropped his head for a second like he was tryna keep himself together.
“Ahh, fuck,” he mumbled, then his hips snapped harder before he pulled out a few seconds later.
I watched him stroke his dick with his eyes still on me, his chest movin’ hard and his jaw tight from how close he was. His nut spilled warm between my thighs, and the look on his face did somethin’ to me for a second.
It was lust in it, but it was more than that too. He looked at me like I was already his wife, like he was touchin’ somebody he had no plans of losin’, and I laid here with my legs weak and my body still buzzin’ while I tried not to let my mind go nowhere else.
By the time Couture got out of bed, grabbed a towel and came back to clean me up, the vibrator was already powered off next to me. He wiped between my thighs real gentle, then tossed the towel somewhere near the floor before gettin’ back in the bed and pullin’ me against his chest. I let him.
My body was warm, loose and tired and the side of my face fit against him like I had laid here a million times before.
He kissed the top of my head and rubbed one hand down my back.
Neither one of us said nothin’ for a while.
The room was dark except for the lil’ bit of light comin’ from the light down the hall, and Couture’s heartbeat was under my ear, slowin’ down.
A few minutes later, his breath got light and even, and I knew he was driftin’ off with me tucked against him like everything between us was settled.
I stayed awake…
I stared across the room while his arm stayed around me and tried to make my thoughts behave.
My body had came. I couldn’t lie about that.
Couture had touched me right, kissed me right and fucked me until my legs was weak, but when everything got quiet, there was still a place in me that ain’t settle.
That was the part I hated sittin’ with after sex, when the moanin’ was over and there wasn’t nothin’ left but the truth layin’ next to me in the dark.
My mind went to Renza before I could stop it, and I squeezed my eyes shut like that could push him back out.
It ain’t make no sense to be naked on Couture’s chest with my body still wet from him and my heart wanderin’ somewhere it had no business goin’.
I had came, and I still felt unfinished in a way I couldn’t explain without soundin’ wrong.I guess there was a difference between pleasure and peace, and I was scared to admit which one my body had got and which one my heart kept lookin’ for.
Tears started burnin’ behind my eyes, and I held ‘em there. I refused to cry on Couture while he was sleep beside me, especially after what we had just done and while his arm was still around my waist. He ain’t deserve to wake up to that, and I ain’t deserve to keep makin’ a mess of everything just ’cause my feelin’s ain’t know how to sit down somewhere.
I breathed in slow, then let it out through my nose while I rested my hand over Couture’s chest. His skin was warm under my palm, and he shifted just enough to pull me closer in his sleep.
I let him hold me. I let the dark cover my face, and I let the quiet stretch until my thoughts got tired of fightin’ me.
Eventually, my eyes closed, and I fell asleep on Couture’s chest with my ring still on my finger and a heaviness in me I couldn’t fuck away.