CHAPTER 2 #6
Denise pulled Monique’s crop top over her head and tossed it onto the desk chair. Monique reached down, grabbed the hem of Denise’s oversized boxing t-shirt, and dragged it up and off, leaving Denise completely bare in the golden sunlight.
Denise looked magnificent. Her dark chocolate skin gleamed in the amber light, her full, heavy breasts rising and falling with her heavy breath, her wide hips and long, dense thighs framed by the dark, soft hair between her legs.
Monique’s hands roamed over her—over the soft swell of her breasts, tracing the line of her ribs, gripping the heavy, firm weight of Denise’s ass as Denise shifted her weight, climbing astride Monique’s hips.
Denise leaned down, her mouth finding the soft, sensitive skin on the underside of Monique’s left breast. She licked a long, slow line across Monique’s ribcage, her teeth grazing lightly over the black ink of Monique’s tattoo—Only The Strong—making Monique’s hips arch violently off the bed with a sharp, gasping moan.
"Denise... ah... fuck..." Monique whimpered, her hands tangling deep into Denise’s thick hair, guiding her down. "Get down there... please..."
Denise went willingly.
She slid down the length of Monique’s body, her hands unbuttoning Monique’s dark Levi’s with practiced ease, dragging the denim and her black lace underwear down over her hips, knees, and ankles in one smooth movement, tossing them onto the floor.
Denise parted Monique’s knees, pushing her thick thighs wide apart, and paused for three long seconds.
She just stared.
The golden sunlight washed over Monique’s open lap, illuminating the swollen, glistening, dripping evidence of how completely undone Monique was for her.
"Look at you," Denise whispered, her voice dark with pride and awe. "Still so wet for me, Gray."
Denise leaned down and licked one long, thick, agonizingly slow stripe from the base of Monique’s entrance straight up to her swollen clit.
Monique’s head thudded back against the single white pillow, a loud, broken scream tearing from her throat.
Denise settled in between her thighs like she was sitting down to a feast. She didn't hurry. She sucked Monique’s swollen clit between her wide, warm lips, flicking it with the flat of her tongue in a rhythmic, relentless pattern while sliding two long fingers deep inside Monique’s dripping interior.
"AH! DENISE!" Monique cried out, her fingers digging deep into the wooden frame of the headboard, her back arching so high her waist cleared the mattress entirely.
Denise worked her fingers with a firm, deep, curling motion—finding that exact, swollen spot that made Monique’s entire frame tremble.
She licked and sucked her clit without mercy, her breath hot against Monique’s wet skin, her throat humming with low, encouraging sounds every time Monique’s body jerked under her touch.
The small room filled with the wet, raw sounds of their passion—the rhythmic slide of fingers, the wet suction of Denise’s mouth, and the loud, uncontrolled, desperate moans that Monique could no longer keep locked behind her teeth.
When Monique’s orgasm hit, it was sharp, sudden, and violent.
Her hips lifted three inches off the bed, her legs clamping tight around Denise’s head, her throat raw as a long, shattered cry echoed off the small room’s walls.
Denise stayed right there with her through every second of the spasm—holding her hips steady, her tongue gently soothing the hyper-sensitive clit until the violent tremors finally eased into soft, shuddering gasps.
Denise crawled up the length of Monique’s trembling body, her face slick and shining, and kissed Monique deep on the mouth—sharing the sweet, hot taste of Monique’s own body with her.
Monique rolled them over in one fluid movement.
Now Denise was flat on her back, her chocolate skin glowing in the fading sunset, her arms spread wide across the white sheets.
Monique kissed her way down Denise’s body—spending ten slow minutes on the heavy, dark nipples of her full breasts, biting them gently until Denise was whimpering into the silence of the room.
She moved down over the soft plane of Denise’s stomach, her tongue circling her navel, before settling her weight between Denise’s long, broad thighs.
Monique took her time, just as Denise had done for her.
She spread Denise’s dark, plump lips with her fingers and buried her face into Denise’s lap.
She licked her slow, deep, and steady—tasting the rich, sweet, musky cream that was pouring from Denise’s center.
Denise’s hands flew to Monique’s head, her long fingers gripping Monique’s braids tight, her back arching off the bed as her hips began to roll in desperate, rhythmic circles against Monique’s mouth.
"Oh... God... Monique... yes! Right there, baby!" Denise gasped, her voice hoarse and broken.
Monique slid three fingers deep into Denise’s hot, tight, scalding core, working them in rhythm with her tongue, lashing Denise’s swollen clit until Denise let out a loud, open-mouthed scream that shook her entire frame.
Denise came hard, her pussy pulsing violently around Monique’s fingers, her thighs shaking so hard they rocked the small twin bed against the wall.