7. Pluto Mensah #5
Pressure’s hands moved over me like he couldn’t decide where he wanted them to stay. He palmed my ass, squeezed my waist, rubbed up my back, then slid down again to help me move. Every time I lifted a little and came back down, his dick pushed deeper, and the stretch sent chills through my body.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned into my neck.
I kissed the side of his face and kept moving. “You feel good?”
“Hell yeah,” he groaned, gripping my ass while his hips lifted into me. “You ridin’ yo’ dick so good. Don’t stop.”
My pussy clenched around him, and his hand smacked my ass again, hard enough to make my body jump and take him deeper. I moaned against his mouth, and he kissed me through it, slow and hungry, his tongue moving with mine while our bodies slid together.
I wanted Pressure to feel all of me, and not just the wetness between my thighs or the way my pussy held him.
I wanted him to feel my heart in it too.
I wanted him to feel that I was here, present, loving him, choosing him, giving him something soft and honest because he had stayed with me through a season where I didn’t always know how to be soft back.
I wrapped my arms around his head and held him close while I rode him deeper. His face pressed into me, and I felt his mouth open against the side of my breast before he kissed over the lace. His tongue touched my nipple through the fabric, and the wetness of it made my hips jerk.
“Baby,” I moaned.
Pressure pulled the cup of my bra down enough to free one of my titties, then took my nipple into his mouth while I kept rolling on his dick.
The feel of his tongue on me and his dick inside me at the same time made my stomach tighten.
I arched into his body, and he sucked me slow, his hand holding my titty while the other kept guiding my hips.
I looked down at him, and my heart felt so full I almost didn’t know what to do with it.
I held his face and lifted it from my titties so I could kiss him.
“You want me to stay like this?” I asked against his mouth, my voice shaking because his dick was hitting deeper every time I moved. “I’m doing whatever you want me to do tonight.”
Pressure looked at me with his eyes low and full. “Stay right here, baby.”
So I stayed…
I stayed in his lap with my pussy wrapped around his dick, my arms around his neck and my mouth on his.
I rode him slow enough to make the moment last but deep enough to make both of us lose our breath.
The candles burned around us, the music kept playing and the room filled with the wet sound of my body taking him and the low moans we kept breathing into each other’s mouths.
“I love you, Pressure,” I whispered against his lips.
His hands slowed on my hips.
“I appreciate you,” I said, still moving on him. “I appreciate everything you do for me, for our babies, for this house and for us.”
Pressure looked at me like every word was landing somewhere deep in him.
“Nobody could ever love me the way you do,” I told him. “Nobody.”
He swallowed, and his arms tightened around my waist. “Pluto.”
I kissed him before he could say anything else. I didn’t want to turn it into a speech. I just wanted him to feel it. I wanted every roll of my hips, every kiss, every moan and every time my pussy squeezed around his dick to say what I had been trying to put into words all night.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth and rode him harder, still slow but with more weight in it.
Pressure groaned and started meeting me from under me, lifting his hips just enough to drive deeper while his hands held my ass open.
My body shook against him, and I kept kissing him because I didn’t want to come apart anywhere but in his arms.
“I love you so much,” he said into my mouth, his voice rough. “You hear me?”
“I hear you,” I whispered. “I love you too.”
His forehead pressed against mine, and for a while, that was all we needed.
His dick moved deep inside me, my pussy was wet and warm around him and our bodies stayed pressed together like neither one of us wanted any space to exist between us.
I kept riding him with my whole chest against his, my titties soft on him, my arms holding him close and my mouth finding his every few seconds because kissing him made everything feel even more real.
I didn’t rush him, and he didn’t rush me.
I loved on my husband with my hands, my mouth, my pussy and every soft place in me that had been trying to find its way back to him.
I gave him the part of me that still knew how to be tender, still knew how to be nasty and still knew how to make him feel wanted in the same breath that I made him feel loved. And Pressure gave it back to me.
He held me close, kissed me deep, rubbed my back, palmed my ass and kept his dick buried in me while he let me take my time.
He let me love him the way I needed to, and every time his mouth touched mine, every time his hands tightened on my body, every time he moaned my name like it was the only thing he wanted to say, I felt him loving me right back.
All night, I stayed wrapped around him…
All night, I loved on my husband…
And all night, Pressure loved me back like he knew exactly how much I needed to feel it.