Chapter 2 #2
Mahogany laughed. “Always gotta bribe that little one.”
“Hell yeah,” I said before leaning over to sit the roses on the vanity. With my bottom lip pinched between my teeth, I lowered my eyes down to her breasts. “You gone fuck around and make me climb in there with you.”
With a smile, she shook her head. “No sir. You ain’t climbing your dirty butt in my bubble bath.”
This was us. We did this . It came naturally. Joking, laughing… shit like that. It was the other side of us that I missed. Intimacy. Real, raw romantic chemistry. We lost that. Never lost the us aspect of our relationship. The bond was a bond and would be regardless of where we stood in life.
“Yeah, okay,” I dismissed, my eyes still traveling her body, really tempted to climb in.
But… respect. A nigga had been working all day, and construction always left me a little dusty. However, that didn’t have shit to do with my mouth. Reaching into the water, I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples.
She lightly groaned, “ Ducati .”
“Mahogany,” I countered, lightly tugging on them.
Slightly panting, turned on just that quick, she asked, “What I just say?”
With a tug, I bit down on my bottom lip. “You said I couldn’t get in. Ain’t say I couldn’t eat tho’.”
The sexual chemistry was there. Crazy as hell, right?
I could eat, fuck, suck, lick… do whatever but when it was over?
We were usually right back to that awkward tension.
The distance. The pulling away . That was because despite whatever hangups Mahogany had with a nigga, she was a freak.
My freak. And because I’d known her most of her life, turning it on was a cakewalk for me. The nipples did it every single time.
Lifting her breasts out of the water, I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth.
Think she stopped me? Hell naw she didn’t.
Think she ‘pulled away’? Put that wall up?
Fuck no. She grabbed the back of my neck and urged me to suck harder.
I didn’t. Teased her a bit, ran my tongue over the little bud and then softly tugged on it with my teeth.
I carefully took the bath tray down and sat it on the floor, before turning the volume on her phone up to drown out what I knew would come next.
She moaned. And it was like music to my ears.
Soft, sultry… sexy. My dick instantly bricked at the sound of it coming from her supple lips.
I kissed them, sliding my hand down her body.
She invited me to her middle, allowing her knees to fall open.
Against my lips, she moaned when I found that pretty little puffy clit.
Circling it, I groaned. “Mmhmm. Phat ass pussy.”
She pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes with me. Eyebrows wrinkled, pleasure evident on her face. “Duke.”
“Hmm?” I answered, lightly slipping my fingers between her folds, sliding them up and down her pussy.
“Wait—”
“I am waitin’,” I told her before dipping two of them inside.
She yelped and threw her arms around my neck.
Softly, I curled my fingers and played with that spongy part of her pussy that always gave me what I was waiting for.
She moaned and fucked back. Just when she was about to give me what I needed, I pulled my fingers away and wrapped my arms around her waist to turn her sideways.
With a firm grip, I pulled her out of the water and sat her on side of the clawfoot tub.
She was drenched—covered in suds. The floor too, but I didn’t give a fuck.
That wouldn’t be the only thing on the floor once I was done with her.
Before she could even attempt to protest, I dove in between her parted legs, headfirst, careful to keep a tight hold on her despite how slippery wet she was.
“Shit,” she mumbled, one hand gripping the side of the tub, the other on the back of my neck.
“Mmmh,” I moaned against her pussy, with her clit softly clamped between my wet lips. Lowering my hands from her back, I gripped her phat ass and pulled her closer to me. She slipped, laughed, and grabbed the tub with both hands for leverage, repositioning herself.
It’d been about a week since I last tasted her.
A week since I was given the opportunity to.
As sexually connected as we were, it didn’t come often because of that romantic imbalance.
But when I was in it, I was in it. And there was no stopping me, for real.
A nigga was hungry. My appetite for Mahogany was always aggressive. Back then, now, forever.
Lightly sucking on her clit drove her crazy.
Before I knew it, my beard was coated with her cream.
I slipped my tongue between her folds, dipping my tongue inside of her, scooping up what could easily be referred to as my favorite meal.
Nah, that was too easy. Mahogany was my favorite meal.
Every inch of her. Skin, toes, tongue… every single part.
“Hold on,” I said against her pussy, before pulling her ass completely off the tub to push her legs back to slip my tongue from her pussy to her ass.
She yelped, finally giving me what I needed.
I never had to wait long. I had the roadmap to Mahogany’s body.
It was mine just as much as my own. I knew every little thing about it.
Where her moles were. Where her scars were and how she’d gotten them.
I knew where to touch and how much pressure to apply, too.
Where not to touch. Where to lick. Where to suck.
How long it’d take to get her to cum. And what to do to slow it down, too.
I knew everything. Mahogany belonged to me. Of course I knew.
“Oh God. Duke… I’ma fall.”
“Even if you slip, I won’t let you,” I reassured her, before locking one of my arms around her waist. I didn’t know what type of position she was in, but what I did know was, she was right where I needed her to be.
Back and forth, I moved my tongue up and down her slit to her ass, dipping it into her pussy each time I made it there.
The music was where it needed to be to drown out both the sound of her moaning and me slurping.
Shit . Her taste was intoxicating. The perfect balance between creamy and wet.
Delicately, I went back and forth between licking and sucking as she began to slowly come down from an orgasm I wasn’t ready for her to come down from yet.
So, I kept at it. Feasted on her as if her pussy was my last meal.
I didn’t rush. Savored it. Paid attention to every little detail of the way she tasted.
Let it simmer on my tastebuds and went back for more.
Grunting against her pussy sent the vibrations I needed for her to wet me up more than the bath water had.
“Ducati,” She moaned. “I’m going to fa?—”
“You won’t. I promise I got you, baby,” I mumbled against her pussy, unsure if she’d heard me or not.
She was loud, I was low. In the moment. Appreciating her pussy as the delicacy that it was.
She bucked against me. Squirmed. Quivered and shook.
Moved enough to hit the floor or the water.
But she didn’t. She might’ve been twisted like a pretzel, but I made sure she didn’t fall.
On cue, she quenched my thirst the way only Mahogany ever had.
Thick, creamy, wet goodness oozed from her pussy first, before I was hit with a wave of her juices squirting into my mouth.
“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled, swallowing every drip.
Today was a good ass day.