Chapter 7
seven
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Aurora took in every inch of how majestic Khalif was.
All six feet four inches and two hundred and fifty-two pounds of braun.
Tattoos etched into his golden skin from his neck down to the cut that led Aurora’s eyes to his dick.
Usually, she was the one men stared at with desire, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away.
Khalif stood at the edge of his California king, admiring how she admired him. His muscles flexed without trying. He was just…
“You’re beautiful. I know what I asked for, but my God,” Aurora finally said breathlessly.
Khalif chuckled confidently despite how rocky his spirit had felt before spotting Aurora trying to make an escape from his almost-wedding. “The things I want to do to you have nothing to do with God.”
Aurora’s skin flushed. “Honestly, they should because how’d He make you so damn…beautiful? How does someone leave all of this?”
She removed herself from the bed and stood before him, her bra on one of the stairs. Their ascent to the room was slow and erotic. Aurora’s leaning over the banister while Khalif’s tongue created a road map from her ankles to the apex of her thighs.
“I think while you’ve made me feel beautiful, I should continue, at least for tonight making you feel seen. Like the man you are.”
While Aurora squatted in front of him, she dragged her hand down his chest. “Can I do that? Treat you like the man you are?”
Khalif reached down and bundled her raw tresses in his hand and nipped his lip. “Yeah. Do what you do, mama.”
There was something about the way Khalif trilled mama that turned Aurora into a puddle again.
“I like that,” she hummed, kissing the rosewood-hued tip of his hardness. Then she licked the length and moaned. “A lot, actually. Say it again.”
Aurora took him in inch by girthy, corded inch, expanding her throat and maintaining her suction. Eye contact, balanced on her toes, one hand pressed against his tattooed thigh, and the other dancing between her folds.
Khalif bit his lip, watching her give back what she had happily received. How she made him disappear and reappear was magical. His toes curled while trying to get his brain to understand how he’d spent so many years neglected, only to be handled the way he was now.
“Gobble that shit up, mama,” he hissed, unlocking another level to Aurora. Her eyes closed, each hand holding onto his thighs as she gave him her best. She was great at leaving a lasting impression as a dancer, but as a lover, what she gave was exclusive.
Aurora released his heaviness from her mouth to ask, “You want to cum?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Then do it.” Back inside her mouth, she sucked and slurped him up until her reward was spurting down her throat, accompanied by a groan, knee buckle, and grip of her makeshift ponytail while Khalif leaned into Aurora rearranging him.
Nut blind, Khalif pulled himself out of her suction and gripped her chin. “You gon’ have me out here fucked up, Aurora.”
He pulled her upward, snatching her off of her feet. A few short steps back to the middle of the bed, Khalif had Aurora spread open, chin and neck gripped in his palm. Her lips were possessed by his again, tongues wrestling and pressing at her opening.
“You ready?” Khalif quizzed, knowing exactly who he was in the bedroom and on the field – a beast. A man and pro-bowler who took his possessions seriously.
The way Khalif was stretching her open in his pursuit to make her come undone. The deeper he pushed, the more he snatched her breath. Aurora’s eyes fluttered, trying to understand the nerves firing off and the painful pleasure.
“I don’t think,” Aurora gasped. “I don’t think I can take it.”
Khalif kissed her neck. “You can. You can take it. Trust me, I won’t hurt you. Aight?”
Aurora nodded as she gripped his shoulders, letting every stroke into her ocean steal her breath and any lingering sense. When her body adjusted to house him, the pleasure was coming over her like a flood.
“There you go. Good girl,” he grunted in her ear.
That praise made her wetter.
“Sing to me,” Khalif slurred. “Let me hear how good this is to you.”
“Kh-khalif,” Aurora fought to get out. “You…you can’t. You can’t do me, shhhiitt.”
He lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder, pushing himself deeper.
“Khaaliiiffff,” she moaned. That’s all she could do; slur and moan and wince his name.
Or make sounds that made no sense. No one she’d been with came close to how Khalif was stroking, grinding, standing up in it.
He flipped her over, applied just the right amount of pressure to her neck, smacked, and bit her flesh.
“Look at you, mama,” he whimpered, lost in her. “Taking that shit like it’s yours.”
Aurora looked over her shoulder, throwing her ass back and as they slammed into one another, Khalif smacked her ass. She whimpered, her climax closer and closer to erupting.
“Pretty ass. Pretty pussy. Beautiful as fuck,” he groaned, his weight pushing her down to her stomach. “I want you to cum all over this dick. Cover me.”
Aurora bit the pillow, feeling all the tension she’d experienced since the night before expand until the pressure was too much and it exploded. The silkiness of her release coated him, prompting him to quicken his strokes until the silkiness between them turned into a creamy mess.
Panting, limbs tangled, ears full of static, and eyes blind from an intense release.
“I don’t understand,” Aurora softly spoke to herself.
Khalif’s hand was on her midsection, his breath returning to normal. “What?”
“How after spinning me around, flipping me over, eating me up like a steak, do I still want more? That’s dangerous as fuck,” Aurora groaned. “I need to get out of your bed, but I can’t walk. And I’m hungry.”
Khalif laughed, softly pushing himself out of the bed.
“I won’t let you leave hungry. And I won’t let you leave without more…if that’s what you want.” He rounded the bed to her side. “Let me clean you up, mama.”
With ease, he scooped her up and carried her to the shower. Their initial session was washed from their bodies, but muscle memory would have a lasting effect. That, and the sounds of their connection would play in their minds forever.