Chapter 3 #2
Lyric’s pretty, yellow skin looked edible.
Her big and light brown eyes, a distinctive characteristic of the Eisenberg crew, were as seductive as they curves on her frame.
From head to toe, she was undoubtedly the finest motherfucker I’d ever seen.
Not that new-aged fine, either. The one that reminded you of Halle or Megan Good.
The girl next door seduction those two possessed was exactly what Lyric had and it was exactly what had drawn me to the girl next door.
“But why didn’t you write back? Why’d you keep me waiting?”
“Because I didn’t have the words for you, Lyric.
I’m no poet, baby. I’m a street nigga. I sell dope and tote guns.
I’m not one to write words as engaging or as beautiful as the ones you wrote me.
My presence tells a story of its own, no words needed.
From the day that got that message up until the moment that I saw you tonight, I thought about making it home to you.
This visit was happening regardless of if I’d run into you or not.
Because I thought you were still waiting for me, still marking your fucking calendar, and still preparing for everything you mentioned in your letter. ”
“I checked my email at least twelve times a day for a month straight. I was desperate to hear from you. To hear anything. I felt like you disregarded me. Disregarded my feelings. You popping up at my house won’t get me past it so easily.”
“Ok.”
I was quickly reminded that Lyric was not as passive as most. When there was confusion, she sought clarity. When there was chaos, she sought order. When there were reservations, she sought a new path. When there was an issue, she sought a resolution.
“I hear you and I understand you, Lyric. Now that I know how my silence affected you, I will learn to meet you halfway. Is that a good enough resolution for you, love?”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yes, baby. I mean it.” Referring to her as whom I’d already considered her for the last three months felt most natural to me, but it caused her brows to rise.
“Anything else, Lyric?”
“I feel so unsure,” she acknowledged.
Leaning forward, I placed my hands on each side of the bed. With our lips only a few inches apart, I looked her in those doe-y eyes of hers.
“It’s me, Lyric.”
“It’s you.” She nodded, closing her eyes and then reopening them as if I’d disappear.
“It’s me.”
“My intentions aren’t to be selfish,” she reasoned.
I’d dealt with Lyric all my life. She was the center of everyone’s world around her. I didn’t have an issue making her the center of mine, too. In fact, it was what I was most excited about.
“You’re not.”
“So, tell me, what are you thinking? What do you want from me? I don’t want to underdeliver. I want to be fair. I want to be considerate. I want to give you want you want,” she rambled, her nerves beginning to sprout. Though the shit made her mad cute, I desired her comfort. She was safe with me.
“I want you to understand that you’re safe with me.”
“I know.” She bowed her head briefly and then raised it again. “Anything else, Keanu?”
Hearing my government fall from her lips was heavy. I loved that shit.
“I’m going to marry you,” I smiled, causing her to smile, “and give you those kids you keep imagining for us.”
“My brothers will leave you no choice. Two,” she called out.
“Fuck both of them niggas. And, two,” I agreed.
“Anything else?”
“Don’t be sad.” After a peck on the lips, I told her. “I hate when you’re sad.”
“My feelings are just hurt but at the same time, my heart can’t phantom your presence. It’s like, I can see you, but you’re like really here.” Those same cat-like eyes sparkled with tears before they fell onto her cheeks.
“I’m here,” I confirmed, wiping her face.
“These are not sad tears, Keanu.”
“I know.” I did. I could feel it, feel the happiness she’d buried beneath her strife.
Silence entered the small space between us as we both worked to clean her face. Our fingers left evidence of her mental and emotional state, staining her skin red from stimulation and constant manipulation. In her fragility and disheveled state, she was still the prettiest girl in the world to me.
“Anything else?” she mustered with a titter after she’d gotten herself together as best she could.
Her eagerness to include my desires and eagerness to fulfill them hardened my dick. The next time tears fell from her eyes, I wanted it to be from the utter bliss derived from my uncompromising strokes.
“When I’m alone at night, and I begin to touch myself, it’s you that appears behind my lids.
I’ve wondered for far too long how well we’d mesh together, how my body must contour to your frame, and how we probably fit together like two puzzle pieces,” I spoke the words from her message.
“Show me how you touch yourself when thinking of me.”
“Keanu.” She shuttered.
“Scoot back.”
Her legs weren’t on the bed, but I wanted her to be comfortable.
Attempting to find comfort myself, I pulled the loveseat that was a few feet away from the bed closer and removed the black Amiri jeans.
Immediately after, I was planted on the velvet cushion watching as Lyric propped the pillows from the head of the bed up behind her.
“Keanu, I can’t,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a crimson red.
“Be a big girl for daddy,” I encouraged. “Show me what that pussy does when you think of me. Aight?”
“Okay,” she answered, spreading her legs.
Her pretty, pink pussy peered. My eyes didn’t leave it as I watched her fingers settle on her meaty lips. It was taking everything in me to remain seated, but I understood the assignment.
“Wider,” I commanded.
Upon my request, Lyric spread her legs even wider until she was able to see me through the large gap she’d created. She closed her eyes as her right hand rested on her pussy.
“Open your eyes,” I requested, slipping my hand into my briefs and freeing my dick.
When her lids reopened, they closed again immediately. Then, reopened again.
“Keanu,” she begged.
“Eyes open and on me.”
Dazed, she obsessed over my tool. I spat in my hand to lubricate it. Lyric’s body jerked as the sound of my spit leaving my mouth penetrated the air.
“Oh God.” She melted.
“Show me, Lyric.”
Her index and middle fingers circled her vagina before disappearing inside of her. Fuck, I fumed, wishing it was me getting lost in her wetness. When her fingers reappeared, they were covered in her slime. She utilized the self-lubrication to glide her fingers over her clit.
Up and down.
Around and around.
Dick standing tall like a missile, I gripped the head and began massaging it while admiring the view. Lyric’s eyes remained open but were so low that I could barely see anything but the skin on top and bottom of them.
Cum oozed from the tip of my dick though I wasn’t ready to nut. Seeing Lyric skillfully satisfy herself with the thought of me circling her brain just had my head gone and me falling victim to an intoxicating stupor.
“Ummmmm,” she moaned, caressing herself while looking back at me.
She held her pussy lips open with one hand and focused on her clit with the other. Every few seconds, she’d rewet her fingers, pulling nectar from her canal each time they reappeared. She was so fucking wet. I wanted to slide right in her shit, but it wasn’t the time.
Nothing compared to my view. Nothing. Lyric’s movements was like poetry in human form, each move she made forming a new line on the page. It was the best writing I’d seen in all my years.
Around and around. She worked her pussy like only she could. Her face scrunched and relaxed over and over, revealing her proximity to her mountain’s top. She was almost there, and I wanted to take her the rest of the way.
“Oh my God.” Her legs trembled as she came close to her peak.
“Stop.”
Lyric’s eyes widened as I stood from the chair I’d been perched on. When I made it to the bed, I pulled her legs until her ass was at the edge. I leaned down and took her tongue into my mouth, sucking it before setting it free again.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Lyric,” I promised.
“Why not?” She breathed, passion in every particle of oxygen that exited her lungs.
“Because we’re not ready.”
I stood straight and rested the weight of my dick onto her wetness.
“Keeeaaaanu,” she whimpered.
Once.
Twice.
Three times, I slammed it against her clit. Her gooiness stuck to my dick and formed slimy webs each time I lifted it.
Tat.
Tat.
Tat.
“Oh God.”
Showing Lyric a bit more mercy than I initially desired, I began rubbing my thickness between her pussy lips. The head of my dick touched her clit each and every time. I reached up and palmed her right breast. It was the perfect size. With my thumb, I flickered the hardened pebble again and again.
“Put it in,” Lyric begged.
“No.” I stroked, not missing a beat. She was so fucking wet, and I was trying so fucking hard not to fall into the trap I’d set for myself.
“Put it in,” she pleaded.
“No.”
“Put it in.”
“No.” Stroke after stroke, her shit got wetter and wetter, driving me up the fucking wall.
“Please. I’m going to cum.”
“No.”
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lyric’s hand was around dick as I stroked, making it easier for her to guide me right inside of her.
“Ummmmmmmmm, I’m cummmmmmming,” she announced, forcing my hand.
I pulled out of her instantly, overwhelmed by her warmth and softness. My dick exploded, cum shooting from the head and landing on her pussy, stomach, and chest.
“FUCK!” My legs locked as I milked my dick with the gushiness of Lyric’s skin surrounding her vagina where I should’ve remained, but she had other plans. “Fuck.”
Lyric reached down to assist me as if I needed any help from her. She’d disobeyed me. I should’ve slapped her fucking hand away, but it felt too good as it drained me of my cum.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, shivering from the gratifying orgasm she’d brought me to.