Aubrey
Klutch held onto my hand tightly, leading me to our next destination.
When we got into the car after leaving the restaurant, he gave me a blindfold to put over my eyes.
He had a surprise up his sleeve. And I so badly desired to know what it was.
My stomach was filled with butterflies as I anticipated what the surprise would be.
“Are we there yet?” I asked. “I’m ready to take off this blindfold.”
“Almost, love.” He replied
A few more minutes, we came to a stop. Klutch gently lifted the satin material. He stepped back after uncovering my eyes.
I gasped.
A wave of shock hit me.
“D-Devonte… you’re joking?” I asked in a state of awe.
In the middle of the park sat a bubble tent beautifully decorated with twinkling lights, soft, comforting pillows, rose petals, and a small table. Laid out on the table were dessert and a bottle of wine.
Klutch turned to me; his eyes filled with a tenderness I’d never seen before. “I wanted to create a moment that would last forever,” he said softly.
I never thought he would be this damn romantic. Klutch was making it hard for me to keep fighting my feelings. He was knocking down every wall that I had built up.
“This is incredible,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
“Come on,” he grabbed my hand, leading me inside the tent.
I sat down on the blanket while he went to connect his phone to the speaker, setting the mood with some R&B. Once he got the music going, he came and joined me.
“You’re really pulling out all the stunts tonight.”
Klutch leaned in close, his breath warm on my ear. “And this is just the beginning, love,” he whispered.
He pulled away, grabbed the wine, twisted the top off, and began filling the glasses. I grabbed one of the strawberries from the tray Then dipped it in the chocolate before biting into it.
I let out a soft moan, savoring the chocolate’s flavor and the fruit’s juiciness. “These are delicious,” I said, picking up another one, dipping it. “You have to try it.”
I held the strawberry to his lips, and he took it into his mouth, his teeth grazing my fingertips. My body shuddered underneath his touch. He held eye contact with me while chewing.
“It’s cool, but I know something that tastes better.”
Playfully rolling my eyes. “Your mind is always in the gutter.”
“And you like that shit.”
“Maybe just a little,” I said, pinching my fingers halfway together.
Our conversation flowed effortlessly as we fed each other the items laid out before us.
The more we talked, the clearer it became that I was completely captivated, and there was no point in fighting it.
My insides felt giddy. Klutch made me feel soft and needy in a way I had never experienced before.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Standing in front of the mirror inside Klutch’s bedroom, I snapped a few pictures of myself and saved them.
Klutch received a phone call from his manager shortly after we arrived at his place which gave me the perfect opportunity to come upstairs and change into something more sensual.
I got dressed in the pink-laced nightgown and thong set from the clothes I left at his house.
Klutch has going out of his way to make tonight special, and it was only right that I return the favor, ending it with a grand slam.
I lightly sprayed my body with Cheirosa 71 perfume. Placing the lid back on the bottle, I gave myself one more look before heading downstairs. I followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen. His back was to me as he spoke on the phone, pouring a glass of Don Julio.
I cleared my throat, catching his attention. He glanced over his shoulder before making a roundabout.
“Damn.” He mumbled, eyes wide in shock. His tongue glided across his lips. “Aye, I’m hit you back,” he ended the call and tossed his phone on the counter.
I seductively swayed my way over towards him.
Klutch’s gaze never wavered as he raised the glass to his lips, sipping slowly.
Grabbing the glass from his hand I drowned the rest of the liquor before leaning forward and pressing my body against him.
I set the glass on top of the counter. After pulling back, I sank to my knees, reaching for his belt.
I glanced up at him, staring into his eyes.
“You spent all night catering to me. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Pulling down his pants, revealing his hard length straining against his boxers, I grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down, freeing him. His large dick that I’ve become so fond of, sprung out… leaking precum.
I leaned in, taking him deep in my warm mouth, making his manhood disappear. His dick was my microphone, and I took my time singing every lyric in my heart to it. The only goal on my mind was to suck the soul out of his body. I held onto his leg as I bobbed my head back and forth.
“Suck that dick,” he gripped the back of my head. “Fuck… just like that.”
I picked up my speed, going faster. His groan filled the room, motivating me to take things further. Each time I reach the top I paused, and my lips wrapped around the head of his dick. I swirled my tongue around it before gobbling his dick back down my throat.
“Uuhhh—love,” he groaned.
Klutch yanked me to my feet with my hair and crashed his lips against mine.
Our tongues wrestled together as we sloppily made out.
His hands roughly groped my butt, lifting me off my feet.
I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, holding on tightly as he carried me to the counter.
He gently placed me on top of the cold marble.
Klutch broke away from our kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he looked at me. With a swift motion, he ripped the thin piece of thong fabric then runs the head of his dick down my labia, coating himself in my wetness.
“Look at how wet this pussy is,” he growled, pushing inside of me with one quick blow. I laid back on the counter. “Ooohh… fuck!”
He began moving, his hips rolling into me, each thrust sending shivers throughout my body. His hold on my waist was tight as he set a relentless pace. In all my years of dating, I’ve never had a man please my body in the ways Klutch does.
“Love, watch me,” he said.
I propped myself up on my elbows sinking my teeth into my lip at the sight of his shaft glistening in my essence.
Klutch yanked down my top, exposing my breasts.
His hands were rough as he groped, kneaded, and squeezed my breasts.
He plummeted into me while rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My body grew hotter under his touch.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His dark orbs stared in mine. “I won’t love… I promise.”
He doesn’t slow his thrusts, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Working his hips in a circular motion, grinding against my spot I could feel the pressure building up inside my body.
“Right there. Right there,” I chanted over and over again as my stomach tensed up.
My body shuddered, and muscles clenched around his hard dick.
He stroked me through my orgasm before lifting me off the counter.
His manhood was still tucked inside my walls.
My arms wrapped around his neck, Klutch spread my ass cheeks, fingers digging into my skin.
He began bouncing me up and down on his pole.
In this angle, he was able to dig deeper inside of me, hitting my spot repeatedly.
My head tossed back, eyes rolled back… half open.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with our moans and groans. He was raising me to the tip and slamming me back down. I loved it when he manhandled me. It sent my body into an uncontrollable frenzy. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“I feel you, love. Let that shit go,” he coached.
And that was all my body needed to hear to come undone around him.
My body went numb inside his arms after the orgasm was over.
He held on to me tightly as he carried me upstairs to his bedroom.
Lying me gently on the mattress, his eyes never left mine.
He kissed the bottom of my foot to my toes, then he showered each one with affection licking and sucking on them.
After popping my pinky toe out of his mouth.
He kissed up my calf muscles to my thigh, stopping once he reached my center.
Then he repeated the same action on my other leg and foot as he made his way back up to my center, I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.
I scooted closer, dying to feel his mouth against my flesh.
He chuckled before giving in to what I wanted.
Slurping on my pussy until I was on the brink of coming again.
Klutch pulled back. He positioned himself at my entrance, slipping inside.
Leaning forward, pressing his body against mine, he slowly rocked his hips into me while kissing on the side of my face.
He whispered, “I’m not ready to give this up.” His breath tickled my ear as he spoke. “Not ready to give you up.”
“Me either,” I softly moaned.
Everything about this was different than our moment in the kitchen. This was more passionate. Klutch’s strokes were now deep yet gentle— touching every inch of my soul.
He slightly lifted up, staring into my face.
“Good ‘cause I had no attention of letting you walk away without a fight.”
I grabbed his face, pulling him closer and clasping our lips together pouring my everything into the kiss.
In this moment I decided that I was no longer fighting the feelings I had for him.
I refused to let the things from my past change my outlook on love.
Damn anyone who felt like I was rushing or falling into the same thing again.
In my heart and soul, I felt that this was different.
And that he wasn’t going to break me like the others from my past.