18. Juliet #3
He gently put me down and stepped back, taking his shirt off first, revealing his chiseled body. He stepped out of his sneakers and unbuckled his pants, letting them hit the floor. He leaned his head to the side and looked at me, eyes full of the answer to the question he already knew.
As he pulled down his boxer briefs, his long and girthy dick sprang out and made that tantalizing curve it does. I bit my index fingernail as I watched him make his way to my chaise.
“Let me see something, Lucky.”
He took a seat on the chaise lounge, legs spread and dick ready to be mounted.
“Alexa, play Kehlani, Clothes Off,” I commanded.
As the vocals filled the air, I began slowly and seductively removing all my clothes, rubbing on parts of my body that I could only hope he remembered pleasuring. Gracefully, I mounted him and we hungrily began kissing, sucking each other's tongues as if it was our only connection to air.
Pausing the kiss momentarily, I turned to find and grab his dick. I began stroking up and down, making sure to turn back to face him and look him in his eyes. He moaned, pulling me back into the kiss as I continued to stroke up and down.
Precum oozed from his mushroom-shaped head and became his own personal lubricant, helping me stroke faster and faster.
I paused.
“Let's switch positions,” I ordered.
I sat on the chaise, my back against the wider part, legs stretched and opened. Psalm sat between my them.
“Let me see,” I whispered in his ear.
He spread his legs, giving me a clear view of his manhood, and I began stroking again as he rested against my chest.
“Don't ever make me miss you like that again,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you know how bad I missed you? How bad this pussy, your pussy, missed you?”
I licked my hands to add more lubrication to his shaft and stroked faster. Sucking, licking, and kissing his ear, I continued my verbal assault.
“Thinking about you and touching myself in the shower wasn't enough. I needed to feel you, feel this dick.”
“Fuck, Lucky, you gonna make me nut. Chill, let me—”
“Let you what?” I cut him off.
“Let you explore this pussy and ruin me like only you can?”
That last statement must have been the energy boost he needed because before I could blink, he was up and entering me.
My legs were up, his arms resting on the chaise. He stroked me long, deep, and at a pace that wasn't slow but wasn't jackrabbit speed either.
It was just right.
He was just right.
And I leaked everywhere.
“Mm, Psalm, baby,” I moaned.
“Open your eyes and look at me while you take this dick, Lucky. Be a good girl and let me see them beautiful eyes.”
Doing as I was told, well sort of, kind of, I opened my eyes slowly and did my best to keep them open.
“Yeah, that's it, baby. You mine, Lucky?”
“Fuck,” I called out.
“No, mama, that's not what I asked you. Are you mine?”
He asked again, speeding up his strokes.
“Ye-ye-yesss,” I managed to squeal out.
Needing to hold on to something, I placed my hand on his shaft and began stroking him to the rhythm he fucked my pussy with.
The noise of our skin slapping made me look down and see the beautiful mess I was making. My nectar coated between my legs, his dick, and all over his stomach.
“Yeah, you see that shit? Damn Lucky. That's for me, baby?”
“Mm hm, yes, Psalm. Only for you.”
He leaned in closer, allowing me to rest one leg between the crook of his arm and the other on his shoulder.
“That's right, Lucky. Keep it open for me, baby. Make me proud and take this dick.”
“Oh my, fuck, Psalm, wait.”
Allowing him deeper access was a choice I wasn't sure I could handle the consequences of. I felt him in my stomach, and the pain mixed with the pleasure made me want to explode.
“Psalm, I'm about to—”
Before I could finish, he slid out of me and swooped me up bridal style, laying me on my bed.
“Nah, not yet. I need to make sure you never want to be away from me again.”
Me on my back, him on his side, he reentered me, exploring new territories and making his mark.
My breasts bounced uncontrollably as I rested on my forearms, taking every plunge this beautiful man was delivering. My eyes closed in pure ecstasy; there was no way he expected me to consume all this dick and keep my eyes open. I whined repeatedly, and my body began to tremble.
I knew he could feel my impending orgasm because his strokes went from deep and angry to long and determined.
He cuffed my thigh between his arm for leverage and continued, up and down, in and out.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Psalm!” I called out.
“I know, baby, me too. But you first. Let me have it.”
I turned my head to the side and cried soft whines of pleasure as heat rose through my body and my mind traveled through galactic planets of euphoria.
“Aww, fuck!” I screamed once I mentally landed on a planet now known as The Psalmist.
His last stroke was him resting his flag, staking ownership over this pussy, as liquid worth more than oil erupted from our bodies.
We both temporarily collapsed onto the bed and after a few moments, simultaneously looked at each other from our current positions the best we could.
Then he did something I would've never expected.
My enemy turned lover signed, “I love you, Lucky.”
Okay, so maybe that's my favorite phrase he learned.