Chapter Six- Dior #6
“Buddha, don’t you sleep above?” I spun around with a quickness to look at him. Sure enough, he was tucked under the covers with me. With one hand under his head, and the other lying on his chest. Buddha’s eyes were closed, ignoring my question.
“You'd better stay over on your side,” I warned, once I saw he was doing his best to disregard me. Giving him one final glare, I turned my back to him and got comfortable. Not even a full minute went by, and I felt this lunatic spooning me.
“I have no idea why you’re like this,” I said, trying to suppress laughing at the situation.
Buddha was too much, and I’d officially given up.
Possessively, he pulled me closer against him, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
I looked down at his hand around my midsection, and I blushed.
A thought struck me, and I decided to ask a question.
“Mia showed me a picture you took while I was asleep. Why did you take that?” I asked, remembering the photo of me fast asleep with my head lying on his chest.
“You were snoring like a fucking jackhammer. I couldn’t believe a noise like that was coming from someone so bella (pretty),” not being able to help myself, I spun my entire body around to face him as I burst out laughing.
“Buddha, you're a whole liar. I do not snore,” I playfully swatted his chest, looking at him. He cracked both his eyes open and smirked.
“I wish I were fucking lying. Shit sounded so mothafucking loud it woke me out of my sleep. I’m surprised your nostrils didn’t cave in,” I started laughing even louder because now he was just saying anything.
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Can I tell you something?” Buddha asked, looking at me with a serious expression.
“Does it involve pigs and dead people?” Buddha’s chest rumbled as he laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. A sight I’d come to enjoy.
“I sleep really peacefully since you started sleeping in my bed.”
“What? No, you don’t,” I scrunched my nose because I knew he was lying.
“Lo giuro (I swear), that’s why I was so fucking mad when I woke up, and you were gone.” Buddha gently touched my right cheek, and just like that, the mood between us changed. I noticed the way he looked at me, and all I wanted at this moment was for him to kiss me.
“You like me in your bed?” I asked seductively, purposely licking my lips, letting him know what I wanted. Buddha’s expression darkened. In one fluid move, he flipped me on my back and pinned me under his large body.
By this time, I was breathing erratically, happy that I was already naked. Buddha didn’t move any closer; he just hovered closely to my mouth, staring at it.
“Remember when I said, I’d make you beg me to fuck you?” He whispered softly, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Hmmm, you remember?” He asked again, as I felt his hand creep between my open thighs. I moaned loudly, unashamed, when his middle finger traced the outside of my pussy.
I lifted my hips because I was fucking greedy; I wanted his fingers inside of me.
“Yeahhh, you want me to slip my fingers inside of this wet fucking pussy?” He asked, kissing the next side of my mouth. I squirmed under him, lifting my hips again, begging without words.
“Come on, Dior, beg me for it.” Slowly, Buddha’s index finger made a lazy circle around my clit, then again a second time. Then he just stopped, even in the bedroom, he wanted full control. By this time, my body was hot and shaking, anticipating what this man was about to do to me.
“Please, Buddha, please,” I looked him in his eyes, as I placed my hand on top of his, guiding him to do whatever he wanted.
“Please, play with your clit?” He asked before he used his two fingers to rub me. I was losing my fucking mind as he made fast circles.
“Or please fuck you with these fingers until you cream.”
“Aaahhhh,” I cried out when his words became his actions. In and out, Buddha’s fingers plunged inside of me. I closed my eyes as I got lost in the feeling.
“Now, I want you to open your legs so fucking wide for me because I need to eat your pussy. But I need you to watch me as I do. So open your fucking eyes,” Buddha’s instructions were clear.
I opened my eyes first before I opened my legs wider.
By this time, I was no longer breathing; it was more like gasping, as Buddha lowered himself between my thighs.
Tucking my lower lip between my teeth, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, as Buddha opened his mouth and released a mouthful of saliva right on my clit.
“Now, let me see you rub it in.” Jesus, was it a half Italian I needed all this time in my life?
I thought as I used three of my fingers and spread his saliva around my clit.
Never in my life have I experienced this level of intimacy, the way Buddha watched as I circled my clit. Shit, I almost came right then.
“Now move your hand.” I did as he said.
“Mmmm,” I moaned when Buddha’s mouth replaced my fingers. The intensity in his eyes as his tongue licked and circled… circled, then licked, made me want to yank all of my hair out of my scalp.
“You like it when I eat your pussy? This pretty, pretty pussy,” Buddha muttered softly. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer, but I knew I absolutely could not. I lifted my hips, trying to move with the rhythm of his tongue.
“Jesus, Buddha,” I gasped, clutching the sheets when he began sucking relentlessly on my clit. His eyes never left mine; he kept staring right into my soul.
“Say my name again,” he said, slipping two fingers inside of me before he continued. With his fingers and tongue in unison, I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer.
“SSsss, Buddha, Buddha,” I moaned, grabbing his curly hair as my hips thrust upward. My stomach tightened, and I shut my eyes tight as fuck.
“Yeahhh, cum over my fucking face,” that was it, that was all it took. The noises that escaped my throat had me wondering if I had morphed into some sort of feral animal. Grabbing my ass, Buddha buried his entire mouth over my pussy lips, slurping and sucking all my juices, while he groaned loudly.
The noises he made were new to me; a man who groaned unapologetically like this in the bedroom was something I had never experienced. That shit was such a turn on, I fucked around and came a second time.
On everything, I swore I was about to pass out.
I was breathing loudly as I tried to calm my racing heart.
Finally, Buddha removed himself from between my legs.
I looked at him as he stood up so he could take his sweatpants off, a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing he was able to make me cum twice.
I frowned deeply at the sight of his dick.
Call me a chicken, but a bitch began to have second thoughts. I wasn’t sure that Buddha’s size was one I could accommodate.
“Buddha…” I began crawling away from him as he climbed back on the bed. I was shaking my head left and right, realizing that I wasn’t cut out for this.
“Na, it’s too fucking late for all that,” he said, grabbing my right ankle and dragging my ass down toward him.
“It won’t fit,” I argued, placing my palm on his stomach, trying to push him away. He slapped my hand and gave me a stern look.
“I’ll make it fit,” he said, pushing me down on the bed as he got ready to position himself. I was nervous and felt myself tense up. Sensing my extreme hesitation, Buddha stopped.
“Look at me, Dior,” I reluctantly lifted my eyes at the man who had me all in my feelings.
The man that had me questioning my sanity, this man I hate to admit it, I started having feelings for.
Reaching for my left hand, Buddha interlocked our fingers.
Hoisting my hand above my head, pinning it to the pillow as he lowered himself against me.
My lips parted as I felt his tip at my opening. I tensed up again without meaning to.
“Don’t do that, don’t tense up. You need to relax for me,” he captured my mouth with his and kissed me.
I wasn’t sure if I still had effects from all the alcohol I’d consumed earlier, but this kiss felt different somehow.
Buddha’s kiss was tender and gentle, so much so that it took my mind off the way his girth stretched me out as he slowly glided inside of my body.
My left hand was still pinned above my head, and Buddha’s right hand cupped my breasts, as he toyed with my nipple. Our tongues entwined as he sank deeper and deeper into my tightness.
“See how perfect I fit when you relax for me,” he said, thrusting in and out slowly at first. He released my hand, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I urged him closer. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, Buddha sucked on my skin as his pace quickened.
“Oh my God,” I gasped when his waist made a circular motion, hitting a different spot.
“You feel so fucking good,” Buddha said, using the tip of his tongue to lick my earlobe. His thrusts picked up even more, and I made a face as my stomach protested; it began to cramp with pain. I closed my eyes, knowing that he wasn’t about to let up; I had to bear it.
“You feel so fucking good. You feel so fucking good…” he repeated before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. My body rocked violently, the top of my head hitting the headboard.
“Owww, Buddha,” I whimpered, wondering if sex turned him into some sort of cannibal, as his teeth sank further into my shoulder.
“Oh fuckkkkkkk,” he groaned, his waist jerked as he exploded inside of me.
Jesus, I was all sorts of sore. Buddha kept his head buried in my neck as he slowly allowed his body to return to normal.
Buddha rolled off me. His hair was disheveled, coming out of its bun, but he never looked more handsome to me.
Turning, he smiled before reaching over and pulling me closer to him. The way his arms kept me close to his body was weird, but I never felt so safe. I looked up at the man that I was once deathly scared of. His eyes closed as his breathing slowed and relaxed.
How did it go from me being terrified of this mothafucka to me allowing this man to fuck until I was numb?
I enjoyed it so much, I was already ready for round two.
Never mind that the inside of my pussy was throbbing and sore.
Not being able to resist, I reached my hand up and gently brushed an unruly curl away from Buddha’s forehead.
My action made him open his eyes and look down at me. “If you’re not sleeping, it means I didn’t do my job.” Buddha’s words made me laugh softly because that was the furthest thing from the truth.
“You definitely did your job,” I reassured him, reaching up so I could press a gentle kiss on his lips. My gesture made him pause and just look at me. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he held back.
“Don’t married people go on a honeymoon?” I teased him, toying with the hair on his chin. He got a thoughtful look on his face as he contemplated what I asked.
“I have an upcoming trip to Italy with my father and Francesco. You can come keep me company,” I froze at what he said because I was actually joking, but he seemed serious.
“Wait, what? Are you for real?”
“Why would I be joking?” Buddha asked, with a genuinely confused look on his face.
“Italy? Really? I’ve always wanted to go there, Buddha,” I had to try my best to contain my excitement. “Wait, what about clothes? Can I get my own clothes? Or do I still have to wear Sofia’s?”
“My father gave me the day off tomorrow. I’ll take you to pick some stuff out,” Buddha said, rubbing my side up and down. I moved in closer, snuggling up to him. All of a sudden, I wanted to live in his skin.
Another thought crept into my head. I curled my lips in as I wondered if I should ask this question. This question could change the mood between us really quickly. I began running my fingertips over the tattoos on his arm.
“Umm, what about my phone? Do you think you trust me enough to let me have it back?” My question was asked so softly that it was barely audible, but Buddha heard me. Turning his head, he gave me a blank stare, and I held my breath. I just knew we were about to have an argument.
“You have to show me that I can trust you, Dior. I’m not there yet,” he answered and then closed his eyes in a dismissive way.
“I promise you can trust me. I promise to just talk to Mia and Chanel, especially my sister. I think she feels as though I’ve abandoned her,” I tried my best to plead my case. Buddha’s eyes flew open. Judging by his expression, I could tell I said too much. My mouth snapped shut.
“What did I just say?” Realizing that I had no choice but to shut up, I moved away from him and lay on my back as I stared at the ceiling. I felt his eyes on me, but I ignored him.
“Now you got an attitude?” I acted as if I didn’t hear him, just kept staring at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen.
I guess Buddha didn’t appreciate the fact that I didn’t acknowledge him.
The next thing I knew, he switched his position and climbed on top of me.
I gasped in shock because I was not expecting his reaction.
I glared up at him as he glowered down at me.
“You don’t hear me talking to you?” He asked, taking his right hand, he wrapped it around my neck.
I narrowed my eyes, always ready to be defiant.
Using his knee, he placed it between my thighs and slowly pried my legs open.
His fingers squeezed a little tighter around my neck as he began lowering himself onto me.
“You always have a fucking attitude. Always have something smart to say to me,” my mouth parted slightly when I felt his dick easing inside of me.
“Mmmm, sssss,” I moaned and then grimaced as he stretched me out. The walls of my pussy protested because I was still very much in pain.
“Yeahhhh, that’s what you like,” he said as his hips began thrusting forward.
This time, there was no taking his time.
I was being fucked as though I was being punished.
“You like to start shit and then get fucked,” he grunted as he pressed into my neck a little more.
I licked my lips as I enjoyed the feeling of being choked and fucked while he talked me through it.
I had no idea where this Dior came from. I blamed Buddha; he brought out this side of me so easily. This nigga was right, I was about to start arguing with him first thing every morning.
“Yeah, fuck me just like that,” I begged before he covered his mouth roughly with mine, our tongues wrapped around each other’s, moving with the same rhythm of his strokes. This time, when he was done with me, I’d be sure to close my eyes and go right to sleep.