13. Toni Mensah #4
I closed my eyes and held on to him, moanin’ ‘cause this was exactly what I had been needin’ from him. Not just the sex or the baby talk, but him... all of him. I needed that part of my husband that could make me feel wanted, loved, forgiven and ruined without needin’ to say too much.
He stayed here until his body stopped pulsin’ inside me. Then he shifted us without pullin’ out, rollin’ on his back and taking’ me with him until I was on top. His dick was still buried in me, and the movement made his cum slip deeper while some of it started makin’ a mess between us.
I put my hands on his chest and looked down at him.
Kay’Lo looked up at me, breathin’ hard with one hand on my thigh and the other restin’ low on my waist.
The lamp made his skin look warm, and his tattoos moved under my palms every time he took a breath. I lifted my hips slow, and his dick slid through the mess inside me before I dropped back down. Then he gripped my waist.
I started ridin’ him slow at first, feeling’ him stretch me all over again. My pussy was wet and full, and every time I moved, I could feel his cum slippin’ around his dick. That made it nasty in a way that had my head tiltin’ to the side.
My gown was still pushed up, my titties bouncin’ with each roll of my hips, and Kay’Lo watched me like he was still decidin’ how long he was gon’ let me take what I wanted before he took over again.
He let me ride him, and let me find that rhythm that always got me there when I was on top. I pressed my hands harder into his chest, rollin’ my hips forward and then down, lettin’ his dick hit that spot inside me that made my thighs shake.
“That’s it,” he said low. “Keep ridin’ it just like that.”
I moaned and moved faster. My mouth opened, and my head tipped back while I kept ridin’ him, and every roll of my hips made my pussy rub down on him slick and full. I could feel myself gettin’ close to busin’ all over him and he knew it before I said it.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Use this dick ‘til it make you cum.”
My hands slid over his chest, and my nails dug into his skin while my body chased the orgasm.
Kay’Lo gripped my hips and started movin’ me himself, pullin’ me forward and pushin’ me back while I tried to keep my hands planted on his chest. I was ridin’ him, but he still had control of it, makin’ my pussy drag over him slow and nasty before he pushed me down deeper.
My head tilted to the side, and a moan slipped out of me when he hit that spot again.
“Yeah, right there,” he said, lookin’ up at me while his hands stayed locked on my hips. “Roll that pussy on me just like this.”
My thighs shook, but he ain’t let me stop. He moved me harder, makin’ my body take every stroke while his eyes stayed on my face.
“Kay’Lo,” I moaned, my head tiltin’ to the side.
He moved me again, nasty and mean, makin’ my clit rub against him every time he pulled me forward. My stomach tightened, and my nails pressed deeper into his chest while my body started chasin’ what he was pullin’ out of me.
“You hear that?” he asked, breathin’ harder while all that wetness gushed between us. “That’s you makin’ that mess on me. Yeah, let me hear you cum on this dick.”
My hips jerked, but he kept me right here, workin’ the fuck outta me.
“There you go,” he said, his grip slidin’ from my hips to my ass while my pussy came hard as hell on him.
“That pretty pussy lockin’ up on my shit, and I feel it, baby. Go ’head and give it to me. Shake on it.”
My body shook until I ain’t have nothin’ left to give, and when I finally came down, I collapsed against his chest with his dick still inside me.
“Fuck!” I cried while tryna catch my damn breath.
Kay’Lo reached to the side, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us without makin’ me move. I stayed on top of him with my face pressed to his chest, breathin’ hard while his arms wrapped around me.
He was warm under me, solid and quiet, and everything in my body settled against him without me tryin’.
His hand slid into my hair, and his fingers started movin’ through it slow, rubbin’ my scalp in a way that made my eyes heavy almost immediately.
I kissed his chest and kept my hand restin’ over his heart.
For a while, neither one of us said nothin’. He just kept runnin’ his fingers through my hair, massagin’ my scalp while I listened to his breathin’.
The room was low, warm and peaceful, and I let myself sink into it ‘cause this was the part I had been missin’. This was the part of us that felt untouched by everybody else’s problems. Me on my husband’s chest, his body still inside mine, his hand in my hair and no space between us.
I kissed his chest again. “I love you.”
Kay’Lo kissed the top of my head. “I love you too, baby.”
I closed my eyes and let him keep rubbin’ my scalp while sleep started pullin’ at me. My body was tired, my heart felt lighter, and for the first time in over a damn week, I ain’t feel like I was reachin’ for a man who was standin’ on the other side of the room from me.
I had my husband back under me, around me and inside me.
And as I dozed off on his chest, all I could think about was how good it felt to be back where I belonged.