Sorimah #2
“Stop fighting me Sorimah. This is something neither one of us can control.”
Before I knew it, I was being picked up and carried to bed. After being laid on my back, my sundress was hiked up above my cheeks exposing my thighs. I wanted to stop him, but I knew what lay ahead and my selfishness got in the way.
He removed the piece of thread that covered my folds and spread my legs widely. His dive in headfirst was unavoidable. The attack on my clit and the pressure from his tongue was the exact friction I’d been having flashbacks about.
“Oh my —”
“Say my name, not his,” he commanded.
That order was what pushed me closer to the edge that fast. We were sober and neither one was being guided by anything other than pleasure. He could please me in ways I couldn’t myself and because he was so skilled, I didn’t refuse the service.
His muscular arms wrapped themselves around my juicy thighs holding me in place. I couldn’t run if I wanted to. I was held captive and he wasn’t letting up on my pearl. The suction he had on it was beginning to send a chill throughout my body. I knew a release was on the way.
“Hendrix,” I lowly moaned.
“Yes baby.”
He inserted two fingers and gave a light massage to my walls. I was already being ushered to a euphoric place but that sped up the journey. He knew what it took to extract an orgasm out of a woman.
“Shit!”
He picked up the pace of his tongue movements and I had no choice but to grip his locs and ride that wave. My eyes and mouth shot open as the fluid he was after began to flow from my canal. I loved the way he sucked on my pussy and that was a undeniable attachment I developed for him.
I was still on a high when he gave me no time to recover. He was entering my walls and I welcomed him. My body gave up no fight as he got comfortable in an area that craved him. It was a feeling that was missed days on end and was desperate for his attention.
“There it is,” he whispered in my ear.
I knew what he was hinting at. He expressed how good I felt to him the entire night we were together and how much he wanted to sleep in it.
This moment didn’t do anything but remind us of the connection we made that night.
It was one that couldn’t be duplicated because so many emotions were poured into the hours we shut out the world.
His strokes were slow and calculated just like before. I always felt like he was marking his territory when he took his time and worked me slowly. It truly felt like he was molding me so that no one could take what was his. I had no desire of running to anyone else after him anyhow.
We began to share a kiss as he moved in and out of my tunnel.
In my eyes, he was back in a home that was designed strictly for him.
He could be his raw self and know nothing would come from it other than pure love.
Hendrix could trust the creamy white substance I released was a product of him feeding my soul.
Soft moans filled the room as pleasure was provided from both ends. The sound of gushy pussy and hard dick colliding would always be my favorite especially when it consisted of a man that gave it all he had. From the time he kissed me, I knew that I couldn’t escape him the way I thought I could.
“Cum with me,” I moaned as I felt my walls tighten around his manhood.
His pace went from steady and subtle to fast and rough. It was the friction I needed to release the fluids that he drank earlier. His low grunts let me know he was right behind me. His hand cuffed my neck as he shot his warm load against my wet walls. I couldn’t help but smile as it happened.
“I want more,” he said as he started stroking again.
“Take whatever you need,” I threw back.
Time slipped away from us as we got lost in our own spell of love.
He handled my body with care and my orgasms followed behind one another like a domino effect.
My walls were knocked down one by one and by the time I finished painting his shaft, it was completely white.
It looked good against his chocolate toned skin.
Rolling off his chest, I checked the clock and it read a little past eleven. I knew we couldn’t continue to do this. His daughter was a few rooms over and wasn’t feeling well. We knew better and we still engaged in selfish activities. That little girl didn’t deserve a torn family.
I immediately got up and ran to the shower.
I allowed myself to be pulled further into this affair and as a woman that didn’t want to be cheated on, I was a participating party in his scandalous ways.
This was my reason for setting boundaries, and I went against them just to get another dose of him.
“My bad. I got carried away and I’m sorry,” he apologized as he stepped in behind me.
“You aren’t and I personally don’t want your apology. You knew what you were doing, and I gave you what you wanted. Stay away from me Hendrix. I mean it.”
“That’s going to be a hard task to complete. Every time I see you, all I want to do is crawl between your legs and go to the safe space that was created for me. I don’t know what this connection is I have to you but I’m the most content when you’re around.”
“You have a fuckin’ family which you need to think about and put first. That beautiful girl deserves both of her parents under one roof. Act like you give a fuck about them and stop fuckin’ touching me.”
I was only upset that the family he had wasn’t with me. Aviana was getting everything I wanted. He entered my world and left one hell of an impression. Now that I’d been around him in his element for a while, I saw how he was as a spouse and father. I wanted that.
Rinsing off, I stepped out and let him be. His words were ringing out and him saying his safe space was within me had me in a confused state. We barely knew what each other liked on a damn pizza but the time we’ve been putting in together around the house gave us a different view of one another.
“I’m letting you know this right now; I’m not going to stop. Whenever I catch you alone, I’m going to have my way with you and make sure you know who your body answers to. You’re mine Sorimah.”
I stopped getting dressed and turned in his direction to give him the attention he was seeking. His facial expression was serious and the tone he used was stern. He meant every word he said to me.
“You are delusional. What makes you think I’m going to agree with any of your psychotic ways? This was not what I was hired for.”
“If you don’t like it, quit.”
He walked past me wrapped in a towel and continued right out the door.
I was too stunned to speak. Hendrix let me know that when the time presented itself that I would be filled with him and driven to new heights.
I could fight him verbally but we both knew I was going to submit to his touch physically.
We wanted each other in the worst way throughout the day and he planned on acting on it.
His holding back and respecting his relationship was long gone.
I knew coming back and keeping the job would eventually bite me in the ass.
Reassigning a nanny here would only hurt me because of the attachment I’d developed. I was accepting his terms.
Good dick wasn’t hard to come by but good dick from a nigga that was willing to risk everything he had for you was. He wanted to have his way with me under the same roof where his woman laid her head. I knew my worth but with him staking claim over me, I seemed to lose sight of that.
When he touched me, I submitted to him. When he spoke to me, I became a damn puppet. I couldn’t explain the power he had over me, but I knew I was going to stick it out to see if my heart was playing games with me.