12. Pluto Mensah #2
I started my skin routine, rubbing cleanser over my face before rinsing it clean.
I patted my face dry and reached for my moisturizer, smoothing it over my cheeks and forehead while trying not to rush.
I was rubbing the last of the moisturizer down my neck when Pressure walked in the bathroom without saying anything at first.
He had taken his shirt off, and his chest filled the doorway before he stepped behind me.
I looked at him through the mirror, and he came up behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me back against his chest. The towel was the only thing between my skin and his hands, but it still felt like too much. I rested my hands on the counter and let my body lean into him.
Pressure lowered his mouth near my ear. “You smell good as fuck.”
I smiled at him in the mirror. “I know.”
His mouth curved a little. “You know?”
“I used the one you like.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, and his hands moved over my stomach and down to my pussy through the towel. “You feel good too.”
I looked at us in the mirror, his body behind mine, his arms around me and his face close to my neck.
“What you thinkin’ about?” He asked, kissing the side of my neck.
“I’m just looking at us.”
His eyes lifted to mine in the mirror. “You like what you see?”
I nodded. “I do.”
Pressure kissed my neck again, then rested his chin near my shoulder for a second. “Me too.”
His hands slid from my waist to my hair, and I already knew what he was about to do.
Pressure loved when my hair was down. He loved the length, the way it fell over my shoulders and the way it moved when he had his hands in it.
He liked it down when we were making love, and I knew that without him having to say it.
He pulled the tie loose, and my hair fell around my shoulders and down my back.
It was black and silky, and still warm from the shower and the bun.
Pressure used his fingers to spread it out, letting it fall to the middle of my back while he watched through the mirror.
His hand moved through it once, and I felt him breathe out behind me.
He turned me slow until I was facing him, then looked down at me with that same focus from the mirror. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles moved under my palms.
He kissed me before I could say anything else, and I felt it go through my whole body.
His mouth opened over mine slow, but there was nothing soft about the way he wanted me.
His hand slid deeper into my hair and held me close while his tongue moved against mine, and I kissed him back with my nails digging into his chest.
My nipples tightened against the towel, and the longer he kissed me, the wetter I got between my legs.
I pressed closer to him because I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me, and when my stomach touched his, I felt his dick getting hard against the front of his pants.
That made my body get even warmer because Pressure was already there with me.
His hand left my hair and moved down my back, then stopped at my waist while he pulled me into him a little more. I moaned into his mouth, and he made a low sound back like he felt it in his chest.
The towel was still wrapped around me, but my body had already started giving itself to him. My pussy was wet, my skin was warm, and every time his tongue touched mine, I could feel myself getting softer in places only he knew how to reach.
Pressure pulled back just enough to look at my face. “Come here.”
He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom.
I followed him into the bedroom, and the second I stepped past the bathroom door, I knew he had been in here while I was showering.
The shopping bags I dropped on the bed were gone, my purse was sitting on the chair, and the room was dark now except for the candles burning around it. The whole room smelled like scented wax, body wash and him, and that alone made my thighs press together before he even touched me again.
I turned toward him, but he was already close.
His chest pressed against mine, and the towel around my body suddenly felt like the only thing in the way.
I looked up at him, and his eyes moved over my face first, then down my neck, and over my chest. His hand came back to my waist, and he pulled me into him slow enough for me to feel everything.
His dick was still hard against me, thick through his pants, and that one touch made my pussy get wetter than it already was.
I held on to his arms because I needed to touch him back.
“Pressure,” I whispered.
He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me before I could say anything else.
His tongue slid against mine, and I melted into him with a soft moan because I loved when he kissed me like this.
It was slow and nasty enough to make my body tremble.
His hands moved down my sides, then came back to the front of my towel.
He pulled the knot loose, and the towel opened against my skin. Pressure’s eyes dropped as it slipped from my chest, down my stomach and over my hips. It landed at my feet, and I stood here naked in front of him while the candlelight moved over both of us.
I felt his stare everywhere it touched. My titties were already heavy, my nipples tight from the way he had been kissing me in the bathroom, and the longer he looked, the more my body opened for him without him asking for anything.
The room was warm from the candles, and my skin still held the sweet scent of the body wash he liked on me.
I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, slick enough for my thighs to press together, but Pressure noticed that too because his eyes dropped lower and stayed there for a second before coming back to my face.
He stepped into me and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling my naked body against his chest. His skin felt hot against mine, and the feel of his dick already hard through his sweatpants made my stomach tighten.
He lowered his mouth to mine, and I kissed him back before I could think about anything else.
His tongue moved over mine, and I held on to his shoulders while his hands traveled down my back, over my ass and back up my sides.
Pressure kissed from my mouth to my neck, and my head tilted to the side because my body knew what to do with him.
His beard brushed against my skin while his lips moved lower, and his hands came around to cup my titties.
He held them with both hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples while his eyes stayed on mine.
The touch made me breathe heavier, and I slid one arm around his shoulder, dragging my nails slow down the back of his neck.
His eyes lowered a little, and the muscle in his chest moved against me when he breathed in.
I reached between us and tugged at the rim of his sweatpants because I needed them gone.
Pressure didn’t make me fight with them.
He looked down at my hand, then pushed them low enough to step out of them, and his dick came free between us, hard and thick, the head already wet like he had been ready for me longer than he wanted to say.
I wrapped my hand around his dick, and the weight of him in my palm made heat roll through me.
He was so hard that my fingers couldn’t close all the way, and when I stroked him once, his jaw tightened while he watched me.
I didn’t say anything. I just kept my hand on him and walked backward toward the bed while he moved with me, kissing me again before my legs even reached the mattress.
The back of my knees touched the bed, and Pressure eased me down without rushing. I stretched out on my back while he came over me, his body covering mine with that heat I had been craving since he whispered in my ear downstairs.
His mouth found my neck again, and I ran my hands over his back while his dick rested heavy against my stomach. We were both naked now, with nothing between us but skin, breathing and the way my pussy was already wet enough to make me feel embarrassed if this wasn’t my husband.
He kissed along my neck and down my chest, taking his time like the rest of the world had finally stopped needing him.
His mouth moved over the top of one titty first, then lower until his tongue circled my nipple.
I arched into him as he sucked it into his mouth, and my hand went to the back of his head.
Pressure knew how to make it messy how we both loved. He sucked, licked and pulled on my nipple with his mouth until it was wet and aching, then moved to the other one and gave it the same attention.
I moaned soft, and his hand slid down my side to my thigh.
He opened my legs enough to settle between them, still kissing down my body while my fingers moved over his shoulders.
His mouth left a warm trail over my stomach, over the softest part of me and I felt myself melt deeper into the bed.
There was something about the way he kissed me there that made me feel beautiful instead of exposed.
He didn’t avoid the parts of me that had changed from babies, life and everything we had survived.
He kissed them like they still belonged to the woman he wanted.
When he made it between my legs, my thighs opened before he could touch them. Pressure kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, letting his beard brush me just enough to make my hips shift against the sheets.
My pussy was wet and warm, and I could feel how slippery I was before his mouth even got there. He put his hands under my thighs and held me open, then used his thumbs to part my pussy lips so he could see all of me. My stomach tightened from the way he looked.