Chapter 6 #2
I put the Kennedy situation to the side temporarily and focused my attention back on Thyri.
We continued eating with no further interruption.
She didn’t ask in depth questions about who Kennedy was or why she hadn’t been around to raise her son.
She didn’t question my reaction to Kennedy’s husband either.
Thyri didn’t seem fazed at all. She picked up the conversation where we’d left off like the interruption never happened.
By the time we were done, she was full off both my plate and hers.
“That was good. Thank you for tonight,” she said, sliding her hand back into mine as we exited the restaurant and made our way down the block to the parking garage.
“No thanks needed. They did they thing on that chicken.”
“Oh, my God. It was so good. Even better that I was able to eat it off your plate. You were far too kind.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. I bet.”
“Other than the food, you okay?” she asked, while we waited on the car.
“Never better,” I said truthfully. “Anything you wanna know?”
She hooked her arm in mine and laid her head on my shoulder. “I figured whatever you wanna tell me, you’ll tell me in your own time.”
The parking attendant handed over my keys, and I helped Thyri into the passenger seat. I didn’t want to ruin the night, so I opted out of telling her the history of me and Kennedy. I would soon though. It would be necessary after tonight.
We ended up back at Thyri’s house after leaving the restaurant. It felt different with just her and I alone. We didn’t have to look out for EJ or over our shoulder for KJ. We settled on the couch in the living room, her nestled up under me.
“I’m so full, I don’t even feel like changing my clothes. I just wanna lay here just like this,” she said. “You wanna watch something?”
“Whatever you wanna do is cool wit’ me, Ma.”
Leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table, she turned the TV on. “You ever seen Raising Kanen?”
“Nah. I stopped watching that Power shit when they killed Ghost off.”
“Yeah. That threw me too, but this one made up for it. It’s better than I thought it would be.”
“Aight. Turn it on. If it’s wack, I’ma tell you.”
“You betta off telling 50 cause I didn’t make the show or choose the characters.” She giggled. “I’m just a fan.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come lay back here.”
Instead of taking her position back on my chest, she stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap. “You like me close to you? I don’t think EJ would appreciate me cuddled up with you in this manner.”
Leaning over her, I smirked. “EJ ain’t here. And yeah, I like you close to me.”
“You gon’ kiss me or hover?” she questioned daringly.
Not one to back down, I grabbed her chin gently and kissed her. Not a quick peck. It wasn’t soft either. There was a hunger and a yearning in the kiss. The position we were in was weird, but we made the best of it until she stopped.
“Hold on,” she said.
I sat up straight, giving her a chance to get up. When she did, she threw one leg over mine, straddling my lap. “This is better.” Her hands found their way to my cheeks and mine palmed her ass as we got lost in kissing again.
I’d never kissed so much in my damn life.
Kissing was intimate, reserved for someone you really fucked with.
I wasn’t going around just swapping spit with anybody.
But Thyri, she kissed me like she wanted the moment to last. She caressed the back of my neck and moaned into my mouth.
Her kiss held the type of passion that made a nigga wanna nut in her and lay in it after.
I was talkin’ making future plans and shit.
I felt my dick getting harder, and there was no doubt in my mind that she was giving herself to me tonight.
With one hand still caressing her ass, I used the other to grab her by the back of her neck, pulling her head back.
She hitched in a breath when I put my lips to the nape of her neck before sliding my tongue across it.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “that’s my spot.”
I took full advantage of her pointing that out and began to lick and suck on her neck. The passion marks that were sure to be left behind would be evidence of me marking my territory.
“Enzo,” she whispered, “I don’t wanna take it slow anymore.”
Trailing my tongue up her neck and back to her mouth, I sucked on her bottom lip. “Tell me what you wanna do, Thyri.”
She stared down at me with low, lust filled eyes. “I’d rather show you.” Slowly, she made her way down my body and onto her knees.
I watched as she unzipped my slacks and pulled my dick out. It sprang up like it had been waiting to make an appearance. Licking her lips hungrily, she pushed her hair behind her ears.
“Once I suck it, it’s mine, Enzo.”
I bit my lip and nodded slowly.
“No, you gotta say it. You saying it means we’re on the same page.”
“Once you suck it, it’s y…”
She didn’t let me finish the sentence before she swallowed my dick whole.
I didn’t know whether to be proud or in awe.
My dick wasn’t little, and this muthafucka was heavy.
At a loss for words that wouldn’t make me sound corny, I just pumped in and out of her mouth in a rhythm that wouldn’t make her uncomfortable.
Her mouth was extra wet and warm, two words synonymous with good top.
By the way she held the base of it and sucked on the head, I knew then that Thyri wasn’t just sucking dick for my pleasure. She was enjoying it. And one thing about a woman who enjoyed sucking dick, she always made sure to leave a lasting impression.
“You look so good wit’ that dick in your mouth. That’s right, take it right to the back of that throat. Take ya time, Ma. Fuuckkkk. Mmhmm.”
My head fell back just as she popped my dick out of her mouth and licked from the base of it back up to the head. Saliva dripped from her lips before she sucked it back into her mouth, holding it at the back of her throat and humming.
Sliding it back out again, she looked me dead in my face, eyes watery but still confident. “You can cum,” she encouraged.
The confident look shifted to a devious smirk, making it clear to me that Thyri wanted the upper hand. She had me fucked up if she thought I was letting that happen. Pushing her back slightly, I gave simple instructions. “Stand up and take that off.”
Her smirk had deepened as she stood, taking a step back and doing as I said.
I did the same, and we watched each other undress down to nothing.
This was intimacy. I usually fucked with my pants at my ankles and my shirt on if I wasn’t in a relationship.
It was the quickest way to get in and get out with no attachments.
I felt something for Thyri. I knew it wasn’t love, but it was something.
And I was about to get all in her shit like Tyrese did Yvette in Baby Boy.
Sitting back on the couch, I stroked my dick and beckoned her forward. “Come sit that pussy on my face, Ma.”
She stepped forward, and I hit the couch for her to climb up. “You betta not make me fall,” she let out while placing her hands on the back of the couch for balance.
“Sit,” I commanded, grabbing both of her cheeks for guidance. “Don’t focus on falling. Focus on making this pussy cum when I tell you to.” Slapping her ass hard, I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Ahhhh,” she cooed.
I palmed both cheeks, while she rocked back and forth on my tongue.
“Ohhh, yess. Just like that. Mmmm. Just like that, baby.”
The wetter she got, the harder I got. Her moans were turning me on so bad, I tried to suck her whole pussy into my mouth. Honing in on her clit, I flicked my tongue across it a few times then sucked on it. The more I repeated the order, the louder she became.
“Enzo! Ooouuu, fuck! You gon’ make me cum!”
I smiled inwardly then slid my thumb in her ass to bring her to where I knew she needed to be.
“Ughhh, I’m cummin’!!!” She writhed over me, but it didn’t stop my tongue assault as I sucked the juices that poured out of her.
I wanted to wait until her legs stopped shaking before entering her, but my dick couldn’t. I carefully pulled her body down, placing my dick at her center. Again, we had that intense stare off as I slowly sat her down on my dick, filling her up. She fit me like a glove.
“Fuckk,” I let out in a low, breathless tone.
“Yessss. Slow, baby. Just like that.” The longing in her tone, coupled with her licking her juices off my lips, was enough to make a nigga nut prematurely.
“Damn, girl. You should’ve told me this pussy was gon’ be biting like this.”
“You… didn’t… ask,” she said between kisses.
When she started that rocking back and forth, grinding on my shit, I knew I was gon’ be fucked up ‘bout her. I’d rather a woman fuck back than to hit that slow grind. That shit was dangerous.
“It’s so big, Enzo,” she breathed heavily into my ear.
“That dick good to that pussy, Thyri? It’s good to you, Mama?”
“Sooo good.”
“Ride it. Ride that dick like it’s good to you.”
I didn’t know what clicked in her head, but she placed her hands on my chest and got to throwing that pussy on me.
“You fuckin’ right.” WHAP! I slapped her ass hard. “Ride that dick. Get that nut, girl.”
The more I talked, the wetter the pussy got.
“Ooouuu, shit. I’ma cum. You gon’ cum wit’ me, Enzo? You gon’ gimme that nut, Daddy? Ughhh, shit, I’m cummin’.”
“Arghhh, fuck. Me too.” I pulled her up quick, shooting a load all over her pussy lips.
“You gon’ make me fall!” she squealed, while I held her up.
“Relax, girl. I got you.” I stood and sat her down on the couch.
“Damn. Had I known it was like that, I would’ve gave you the coochie the night I stayed over at your house the first time.” She giggled.
Leaning over with my dick hanging freely, I kissed her lips. “Well, you done fucked up giving it to me now cause you can’t have it back.”
Her response was just a smile and a nod. That was all the understanding I needed.