6. All You Can Eat #6
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my thumb tracing slow circles where my mouth had been.
She was flushed deep, trembling, her hips lifting off the counter seeking more contact.
I wanted to memorize every detail: the way she gasped when I touched her just there, the way her hands gripped the edge of the counter like she might fly apart without something to hold, the way she watched me with those dark eyes, half-broken already.
"You're so beautiful," I said, and my voice cracked, and I didn't care. "You know that? You know what you do to me?"
She shook her head, biting her lip, and I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them up, watching her face go slack with pleasure and I used my other hand to keep pleasing myself.
“Dillion!”
"Feel that?" I asked, working her slow and deep. "That's how much I missed you. That's seven years of wanting you, Ru. Every night. Every fucking night."
"Oh God," she gasped, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers. "Dillion - "
"Yeah, baby. That's it." I kept my thumb on her clit, rubbing her, feeling her climb, feeling her get close. "I just wanna please you, Ru. "
"I need —" she sobbed, whole body shaking. "I'm about to come, Dilly - "
"Not till I tell you to." I gritted out, my hand keeping the same pace, my tongue back to pressing hard against her clit as I took it back in my mouth, feeling it pulse, knowing what I was telling her versus what her body was ready to do.
"I can't - "
I smacked her clit again, the wet sound obscene, my palm stinging. "I said wait."
She sobbed louder, hips bucking off the counter, seeking more. "Please! "
"Please what? Huh?" I dragged my thumb through her folds, spreading her wetness up and around, teasing where she needed me most as I gave my tool a break. "Tell me what you want, Ru. Say it out loud."
"I want - " She broke off, gasping as I pressed just the tip of my thumb inside her, not enough, nowhere near enough. "Dillion, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me!"
"Thought you said it was all I could eat." I pulled my thumb free and she cried out at the loss, thighs trembling, trying to close around nothing. I leaned down, blew cool air across her heated skin, watched her clit twitch as I smiled. "I wanna take my time, Ru? Can I do that?"
"You're cruel," she breathed, but she was smiling, her hands gripping her own knees to keep them open like I'd told her.
"Maybe, but I'm starving." I slowly licked a stripe up her center, gathered her taste on my tongue, groaned against her. "And you're the only thing on the menu and I want to eat it all."
"Smack it again," she begged, voice breaking. "Please, do it again."
"Beg me."
"Please, Dillion, please!"
My baby was so desperate.
"You love me?" I asked, and brought my palm down hard, right where she needed it.
"Yes, yes!"
Another smack, as I bit my bottom lip.
"Daddy…" she groaned.
I kissed her clit, soft, worshipful, then one more smack and she went off like I'd taken a wrench to her.
Hard, sudden, all across my chin and my chest, soaking clean through the black silk hanging open over my tattoos and running the ink dark.
And she screamed — a sound I hadn't heard out of her since the night she called me a mistake.
Same volume, more guttural this time though.
I stayed right where I was. Fist working my dick, mouth wide open to catch everything she was giving me, and not one thought in my head about how I looked doing it. But I know what my face was doing. It was joyful.
Took me straight back to my cousins' block in Harlem, that summer they sent me up north to keep me out of trouble, back before they gave up and shipped me to Europe.
Somebody's uncle put a wrench to a hydrant cap and the whole street lost its mind.
Water everywhere, and on a day that hot it felt like Heaven had finally broke open and remembered us.
It was the same feeling. Only difference being, I ain't have to wait on nobody's uncle this time.
I opened this one myself.
"That's my pretty baby." The words came out wrecked, half a moan, my hand jerking myself faster while she kept twitching under me. "This peach so damn good, Ru. Best thing in my kitchen. Keep it coming for me. Keep wettin' me up. This right here is exactly what Daddy wanted."
She was mumbling. Not a lick of sense in any of it. Whimpering, gasping, breathing like somebody who'd only ever read about it.
"What was that?" I grinned.
Nothing. Just a syllable that started somewhere and then apparently changed its mind.
"I'm sorry, pretty baby, I can't hear you."
"Nnnh—"
"Use your words, Aurelia. You speak two languages, pick one."
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them up, and she immediately seized around me, tight and pulsing, her body trying to draw me deeper.
"Dillon!" It came out of her like she'd just been told the rest stop was closed and we had another two hundred miles to go.
"Fuck, baby, you're gonna break my fingers off." I laughed low against her thigh as she squeezed me.
"Dillon." It came out as a sob. Her heels went sliding on the counter, hunting for purchase, her hips chasing my hand on their own. Both her hands clamped around my wrist like she'd fall right off the earth if she let go. "I can't…shit! It's too much, Dillon, it's too much!!"
"Creaming on me," I groaned, feeling her nut coat my fingers, watching her eyes roll back, her mouth fall open in a silent scream as she orgasmed. "That's it. No fucking breaks, baby. Give me everything you been keeping from me."
I watched her the whole way through until that final scream finally tore loose and filled up my kitchen. The aftershocks kept rolling through her while she pushed weak at my head, too sensitive now, no strength behind it. I laughed against her thigh just to feel her jump at the vibration.
I pulled back and spat on her, right on her swollen, flushed peach, watching my saliva mix with her wetness, making her shine.
Then I smacked her again, hard, the sound wet and lewd, my palm connecting with my own spit and her essence.
She jerked, crying out, still too sensitive, still taking it because she knew I needed to mark her, needed to see her messy and used and mine.
"Oh my God!" she whimpered, voice wrecked, thighs trembling open even as she tried to close them.
I didn't let her. I held her open with one hand.
The other that had been inside her, now wet with her, wrapped around my dick, thick and leaking and desperate for her.
I stroked myself faster, watching her twitch and flutter where I'd left her, watching the mess we'd made gleam in the kitchen light.
"Look at the mess you made in my kitchen, Ru." I smirked, my hand moving faster now, tight and rough around myself. "Why would you keep this pussy from me, huh? Look what you made me do to you. Look what you doin’ to me…"
She whimpered, dazed eyes tracking down to where I fucked my own fist, where precum dripped onto her thigh. "Dillion - "
"Keep your eyes right here on my dick. This is what you do to me every goddamn day and you never even knew.
" My hips were bucking into my hand now, losing rhythm, losing control.
"Want you so fucking bad I can't even eat your pussy without my dick aching to be inside you.
You know how many nights since you fucked me and left I've pretended this hand is you? Huh?"
"Tell me." Her fingers slid between her legs and she gasped, jerking at her own touch, still raw and twitching from back to back releases all over my mouth.
"Every night." I squeezed harder, letting her see it, my dick shining in my grip.
"I close my eyes and it's you. And I don't even know what your mouth feels like on me yet.
" I groaned, stroking faster. "I think about it though.
Picture it wet. You on your knees, sucking me sloppy, spit dripping down my balls. That's what it's gon' be like?"
"Yes." Her back bowed off the bed, two fingers tight on her clit, rubbing in hard little circles. "Fuck..yes…I'll choke on it. I'll let you use my throat until I can't breathe, until you paint my face."
"Shit!" My eyes rolled at the thought and I lost it.
Came hard, spilling over her stomach in thick stripes that caught the light, marking her skin.
She gasped at the heat of it, at the sight of me falling apart over her, and I kept stroking, milking every drop onto her body, my whole body shaking with it.
My dick twitched, still hard, still wanting.
"Look at that." I smeared my thumb through the mess on her stomach, watching her watch me do it, then pressed it to her lips. She sucked it clean without being asked, eyes locked on mine.
"So perfect," she moaned around my thumb. “Thank you, Daddy. You taste so good. I'm going to be so greedy with you. You'll have to tell me to stop.”
"Fuck," I breathed, finally still, finally empty, leaning down to kiss the mess I'd made on her skin, tasting myself on her. "Welcome home."
She laughed, both of us a little delirious with it, kissing between the laughing, like neither one of us could fully commit to one or the other.
"Had to get that one off real quick before I got inside you." I chuckled against her mouth. "I was basically a loaded weapon. Safety hazard, you understand."
"I see." She laughed back, shaking her head at me.
The pleasure in her face didn't fade so much as it opened.
Her hand came up over her mouth, and she suddenly started crying.
I didn't tell her to stop, and I didn't fix it, because there wasn't anything to fix.
Some things you just have to let run down and stain.
She taught me that tonight. I stood there between her knees with my hands on her and let her teach me again.
"On aurait pu avoir ?a depuis sept ans," she whispered behind her hand.
We could have had this for seven years.
"Non." I took her hand off her mouth. Held it. "On n'était pas prêts. Ni toi, ni moi."
No. We weren't ready. Not you. Not me.