15. Sincere
Journee and I kiss like practiced lovers as our tongues dance in a song that only the delay of this moment has caused.
Before now, I haven’t really thought about doing anything but getting Journee comfortable with me so I can ask her to be mine.
But now, as my hands grip handfuls of her ass, all I can think about is whether I want to eat or fuck her pussy first. Despite Journee being fully clothed, her scent still permeates my nostrils.
The need to breathe forces us to disconnect our lips as my chest rises and falls, seemingly matching Journee’s reaction to our kiss.
“Before we go any further, I need to establish some things between us.”
“Now?”
Journee’s eyes peer lustfully into mine, and a smirk slides into place as I push forward.
“Yes. I need to know that you’re mine before we cross this line, because once we go here, ain’t no coming back. I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want you for more than what’s between your legs. I want the total package.”
“Oh.” Journee waves me off as a bright smile matches the one now shining in her eyes. “What’s understood doesn’t need an explanation.”
“It’s not that simple. So, before we have sex, I need to know: Are you mine?”
“As long as you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since Sweet Face imprinted on me at Jamarion’s barbecue.”
“Then I’m your woman, and we’re together.”
I nod as my heart leaps, and I mentally pump my fist, feeling like I just won the biggest case of my law career.
“Say less.”
I grip her ass tight and stand on my feet because I no longer want to consummate our relationship on her couch. I need room to do what’s heavily on my mind, and only a bed will suffice.
“Guide me to your room.” My tone deepens and grows huskier as Journee giggles.
Her instructions come next, and thankfully, her apartment isn’t too big, because the journey is a quick one.
When I enter her bedroom, I momentarily look around the room at the feminine yet cozy feel.
Purple and silver form a subtle yet appealing color scheme.
But I don’t take time to analyze the space too much as I gently lay Journee on her king-size bed.
“Take your clothes off for me.” My voice is a mix between hard and husky as my eyes rake over her body.
Journee’s lashes flutter before she wordlessly pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor. Then she pushes at her bottoms as they slide down her hips. My gaze zeroes in on the moist seat of her panties once they come into view, and my dick twitches in delight.
“Leave the panties. I’ll take them off myself,” I demand before quickly removing my clothes in less time than Journee took.
She visibly swallows and moves to unhook her bra as her titties jiggle once they're free. Journee’s nipples pebble instantly as I run my tongue across my lips and climb up the bed from the bottom.
Without invitation, my hands explore Journee’s body from her toes up the expanse of her thighs until they rest on both sides of her hips.
I lean down and kiss the wetness of her panties, and a low moan slips from her throat.
“Mm.”
“You smell amazing, Journee. Your body is a work of art that warrants me to take my time to explore. I want you to saturate my face with your juices. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Journee nods, granting me permission to continue as I remove her panties and sniff them for a second. Once the smell of her arousal is ingrained in my mind, I toss the garment over my shoulder. Without warning, I lean down and suck Journee’s pussy like it’s the sweetest plum I’ve ever tasted.
“My God,” Journee cries out.
Her hips move back and forth on their own volition as I eat her pussy without abandon, and her head moves from side to side on her pillow. Her words are illegible, and her hands grip the sheets tight enough to rip them from the mattress.
“How does it feel? I want to hear you, Journee. How am I making you feel?”
“Soo fucking good. Oh my God. Eat my pussy, Sincere.”
Pleasure fuels me as I alternate between kissing and sucking Journee’s clit as tears slip from the corners of her eyes.
“That’s it. Put this pussy in my mouth, baby. You taste so fucking good. This sweet shit should come with a warning label. Mm.”
My words incite Journee’s release as her nectar sprays from her center, and her legs shake like an earthquake is happening.
“I’m—oh God. I’m cumming, Sincere!”
“Let me have it. Give me this good shit.” I tap her pussy twice, and more juices spill from her like a tsunami as she screams loud enough to wake up Sweet Face.
I quickly cover her mouth to muffle the sound because we’re not stopping until my dick has experienced the same pleasure.
My dick is as hard as college-level algebra which causes me to only give Journee a couple of seconds to catch her breath.
Once I’m in position and hovering over her body, I lean down and kiss her passionately as I sink into her wet and warm pussy.
A strangled moan escapes my mouth from the tight and snug fit.
Biting my bottom lip, I get lost in the gushy wetness of her pussy as I slowly move in and out of her.
“Sincere, shit,” Journee says.
My words are lodged in my throat as I stare into her eyes, unable to focus on anything other than how good her walls feel. Short spurts of air escape from Journee’s mouth, which aid my breathing. I mentally coach myself with each stroke as I peck her lips twice, desperate to stay in the moment.
In, out. In, out.
My internal direction is reminiscent of someone trying to aid in a woman’s labor and delivery while they focus on their breathing. But with every word, my hips complete the action.
“Damn, baby.”
“I know, Sin. I know.” Journee runs her hands up and down my back, which makes my body heat increase.
Seconds become minutes as our bodies move in tandem in a mating ritual produced by our joint pleasure. I keep pushing in and out of Journee’s wet tunnel until she speaks again.
“Ooh, baby.” Journee cries as her pussy and walls grip my dick, alerting me to her impending release.
“I feel that shit. Let me have it. You’re taking your dick so good, Journee. That’s right, give it to me.”
Journee’s walls choke my dick, and my toes tingle at the tightness of her squeezing her pelvic muscles.
“Mm. Cum on this dick, Journee, and quit stalling. Wet me up.”
“Ahhh!” Journee screams as her body convulses, and my nut rushes out of my dick at the feel of her cum.
“Fucckkk!”
I haphazardly drop onto Journee’s body seconds before I realize the impact of my weight and roll over to the other side.
The vein in my neck pulses wildly as I struggle to catch my breath.
I turn toward Journee to see the heavy rise and fall of her chest, which lets me know that I’m not alone in my effort to come down from our session.
“I hope you’re not done, because I’m going to need at least two more orgasms.”
A low, breathy chuckle escapes my mouth as I awkwardly nod in agreement when Journee’s eyes collide with mine. As soon as I’m able to catch my breath, her wish is definitely my command.
Waking up in bed with Journee has me grateful and happy as hell.
My tongue has the lingering taste of her nectar as her heavenly scent wafts up to my nose.
I have been lying next to her for the last thirty minutes, trying to let her rest, but man, this is hard.
I have been able to get my morning piss out of the way without waking her, but now I’m struggling.
The light snores from her lips let me know she’s getting some of the best sleep in the world.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to think about anything to make my dick go down, but nothing is working.
One thing I have found is that Journee enjoys sleeping under me, and while I’m cool with it, it’s not helping me in my pursuit of letting her rest. Feeling Journee stir, my mouth curves into an unconscious smile as my eyes peer down to see hers slowly open.
“Good morning,” she says.
“It is now.”
Journee smiles but doesn’t answer, and I’m almost positive she’s unaware of the captivating picture she makes whenever she looks at me like I’m capable of hanging the moon.
Staring at her, I note every feature of her beauty as seconds pass between us.
The adjustment of the sheets causes my eyes to leave her face as her breasts play peek-a-boo underneath, and my dick throbs to the point of pain.
“I’m trying hard to let you make it this morning, but you aren’t helping.”
“How about you stop trying then?” Her seductive tone makes me feel like she’s challenging me, and I have never been one to run from a good opportunity.
Turning to lie flat on my back, I tap her thigh while giving her a command I’m hoping she’ll follow to the T.
“Come ride this dick then.”
Lifting the sheets, Journee straddles my lap as she eases her hot pussy on my dick, and a groan escapes from the contact.
“Damn.”
“Ooh,” she says while stilling over me without moving as she adjusts to my size in her warm, tight walls.
“I’m not one of those mechanical bulls. Ride this dick, baby.” I tap her ass as her hips rock on me slowly.
It seems that without any encouragement from me, Journee wakes fully as she places her hands on my thighs and bounces on my dick as my hips meet her thrust for thrust. Her head is thrown back, and her eyes are at half-mast as the mattress protests from the intensity of our coupling.
My hands move to her breasts, gripping them tightly as her moans increase from the contact.
“Ssh. We don’t want to wake Sweet Face, now do we?”
Journee’s response is a nonverbal moan as I push up into her tunnel.
“That’s my girl. Ride this dick, baby.”
“Mm, Sincere. You feel so good.” Her words are low and breathy as I get lost in her hypnotic eyes.
Journee stares at me with glossy eyes and delight that causes me to bite my lip to keep from crying out like a bitch. A pulsing knot forms in my stomach and I thrust into her while watching her intently. I pull her down into my chest as I hug her to me, and her heart thunders against me.
“Fuck me, Sincere,” she cries out.
Wordlessly, I shift while flipping our bodies until she’s lying on her back, dipping back into her warm center before either of us can miss the disconnect.
Lifting her leg on my shoulder, I push into her as she pants heavily from the impact of my strokes.
Watching her intently, I note the rapidly changing expressions on her face as I thrust in and out of her while hitting her G-spot with a smile.
The beginning surge of blood moves from my toes up my body as my nut signals its approach.
“I’m ready to cum, but I need you to wet me up first. Can you do that for me?”
My plea is more like me begging so I don’t release before she does, but the pressure in my dick alerts me that I’m running out of time.
“Cum on this dick, Journee, now,” I demand, which seems to do the trick, as her nectar hits my dick in turn, signaling my release as my nut shoots into her tunnel like they’re running late for an appointment. “Mm, you cum sooo good for me, baby.”
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to move after this,” Journee says once her legs stop shaking as I slowly ease out of her and drop beside her on the bed.
My heart gallops in my chest as I work to regulate my breathing and return my heart rate to normal.
Sex with Journee makes me feel like I can run a marathon through a rainstorm.
My eyes get heavy as I fight the urge to fall back to sleep.
A cheesy and lopsided grin slides into place when I realize that we’ve effectively moved from single to in a relationship. That’s a title I look forward to using.