5. Riot St. James #4
He did a good wash with the bar soap, and he did another one with my body wash.
Once I was completely clean, that’s when he turned the water off, grabbed the towel, and he wrapped it around my body.
He lifted me out of the shower, placed me on my feet, and as much as I wanted to be lazy, and just get in bed, I had to wash my face.
Too much dirt and grim, and being in and out of trap houses, and warehouses today, so I couldn’t end the night without washing my face.
I did it, but I did it quickly. I even rushed through brushing my teeth.
Instead of getting dressed in the bathroom, since it was so hot in there from the shower that I’d taken, I decided to get dressed in the bedroom.
To my surprise, Dolo removed the pictures from the wall, just like he told me he would.
It was small, but it made me smile because that gesture was just an example of the way he moved with me.
That man would tell me that he was going to do something for me, and he would stand on it, and do just that.
I applied lotion, and oil to my body, and then I slipped into the tank top, and pajama bottoms. I walked back into the bathroom, where Dolo was inside the shower now.
I hung the towel up on a hook that was behind the door, along with putting my shower cap there as well.
I took my dirty clothes, putting them in his dirty clothes basket, and I went back into the bedroom.
I cut the light off in the room, pulled the covers back, and my body sank into the bed.
I could cry from how soft and comfortable his bed was.
Usually, when I’m in unfamiliar territory, my body wouldn’t be so quick to relax like this.
I would be in my head for a little while, worrying if I was in any kind of danger, but that wasn’t the case here. My head hit the pillow, and I crashed.
“Bae, what time you said I had to have you there in the morning?” the sound of Dolo’s voice snapped me out of my sleep. I was so confused, so from that, I knew that I had to have been in a deep sleep.
“Dolo, sixxxx,” I whined, tired, and annoyed as hell that he would wake me out of my sleep.
I heard him laugh, and then he pulled me into him.
He knew damn well that I needed to be there at six.
I told him that at least three times today.
I only told him so many times because when he agreed to take me in the morning, I let him know that Uzi didn’t like for us to be late.
Since I’ve been going to the class, I’ve always been on time, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Aight. Let me get a kiss goodnight, and I’ll let you go back to sleep,” I heard him say. I was so tired that I wanted to cry.
“Baby, I’m sleepyyyyy,” my eyes were closed as I was talking to him. It felt like I was dreaming.
“Aight. Good night, beautiful,” I heard him say, and then he kissed me on my cheek.
I don’t know if I loved this nigga too much, but I felt bad.
It sounded as if I might have hurt his feelings that he didn’t get that goodnight kiss out of me.
I opened my eyes, and I turned around, so that I could face him.
With the floor to ceiling windows in his bedroom, and the Miami skyline, and lighting that was going on outside, the bedroom really wasn’t that dark, so when I turned, I could see him.
He had his head resting on a pillow, lying on his side too, with eyes that didn’t look nowhere near as tired as mine did.
His glasses were off his face too. Dolo was wide awake. He smelled so good.
I scooted closer to him, lifted my hand, so that I could place it on the side of his face, and for a few seconds, I just stared at him. His brown eyes were so beautiful. His face was so beautiful.
I leaned in, so that I could kiss him on his lips.
I kissed him like my soul depended on it.
Each kiss that we would share, my love for him would deepen.
I didn’t think that I was built to fall in love with someone.
I felt the things that I’ve heard women talk about for years.
The butterflies, the yearning, the calmness that a man would give them.
I felt all those things when I was around Dolo.
My body could properly rest when I was near him. I didn’t have to struggle to sleep.
During the kiss, his right arm went around my waist, and he was able to roll me over onto my back, getting on top of me.
I could feel his hard dick pressing against my stomach.
I lay beneath him helpless, breaking the kiss, while looking up at him.
My eyes left him for one second, just so that I could look at the digital clock that was on his nightstand. The time read 4:13 A.M.
“I’m not going to get any sleep,” I confessed to him.
“You want to go back to sleep now?” he asked me.
“No,” I was quick with my response.
He knew damn well that after that kiss, the way he flipped me on my back, and just from the feel of his dick resting on me that I wasn’t thinking about going back to sleep. I wanted to get fucked. He knew it too.
With a smile on his face, knowing that he’d got his way, he leaned his head back in, and proceeded to placing kisses on my neck.
Slow, sensual kisses on my neck, that had me grinding my lower half into the bed, anticipating what was next to come.
His kisses went even lower, kissing at my breast, and even sucking on my nipples through the thin fabric top that I had on.
Those kisses that he was giving me was driving me crazy.
I was moaning already, and he hadn’t officially started with me yet.
He eventually went lower with his kisses, pulling my shirt up, and his soft lips wrapped around my right nipple, and he just slowly started sucking.
I mean, sucking my nipple as if he was feasting from me.
I was going crazy. You would have thought that the dick was already inside me, the way I was carrying on.
After giving me much pleasure, he went over to my left breast, sucking, licking, and gently biting me over there too. The kisses went even lower. He kissed all around my stomach, and once he got to my pussy, he kissed it through my shorts.
“Dolo,” I whimpered, looking down at him, wanting him to take me out of this pain that I was in.
Wanting to get my pussy ate, but having him in between my legs, doing everything but that was a pain out of this world.
“What happened, baby?” he asked me, looking up at me confused, as if he didn’t know what the hell was going on.
“You’re driving me crazy. Can you eat me already?” I asked him, damn near begging him.
He looked so handsome in between my legs, looking as innocent as ever, even though I knew this man was a menace. With a smirk on his face, he removed the panties, and the pajama bottoms that I was wearing.
He grabbed my legs, pushing them back, so that they were on either side of me, and he went in, giving me what I was looking for, allowing his entire mouth to wrap around my pussy, and he proceeded to eating me.
My back arched off the bed, as a loud moan escaped my lips, and I even reached my hand down, placing it on top of his head, wanting him to stay exactly where he was.
“Dolo… Dolo… Dolo,” I kept uttering his name as if I was possessed or something.
He spit on my pussy, getting me wetter than I already was, and with just his lips, he wrapped them around my clit, and sensually sucked.
When he did that, I cried out, took my hand off his head because I wanted to grip onto the sheets, and all it took was a few seconds, and there I was erupting, shooting out juices, that he was between my legs licking up, only to place them back on my clit, so that he could suck it clean out of me.
Dolo was nasty as hell, lifting my lower half off the bed, dragging my ass to him, wanting me closer, and he continued to eat me nastily.
I mean, I was ate from the front to the back.
I couldn’t explain this feeling to you. It felt like a high.
This had to be the feeling you get from drugs.
My body was experiencing this outer body experience, but it’s as if I could only get this feeling through him.
To have someone in between your legs, feasting from you, kissing you, licking you, tasting you, this had to be the closest that I would ever be to getting high.
“Hmmmmm…. Baby…. I’m cumming againnnnnn,” I screeched, eyes rolling to the back of my head, feeling that all too familiar feeling again start from the balls of my feet, shooting up to my pussy, lingering in my stomach, and I released.
This release was so strong, and powerful, that I had to fight my way out of his grasp, and I scooted away from him, going back to the head of the bed, heart beating fast, stomach quickly going up and down, feeling like I was worked out drastically.
“You always do that after the second one. Ima start tying your ass up,” he shot, coming closer to me, face right in front of mine, and I knew he wanted me to kiss him, so that I could taste what he just tasted.
I did exactly that. Sucking on his tongue, and everything.
While we were kissing, I stuck my hands inside his briefs, getting a hold of his dick, and it was standing up big, and strong.
I stroked him the way that he taught me.
The way that I knew he liked to be stroked, and as he was feeding me his tongue, letting me suck on it, he moaned against my lips, and that made my pussy even wetter for him because that was the sexiest shit ever to me.
“Let me grab a condom. You got my shit hard as fuck baby. Can we try doggy again? You wasn’t feeling that shit in Mexico, but I want you to like it,” he said, as he pulled away from me.