12. Here Cums the Bride #3
The look on his face made every nerve worth it. His eyes lit up as they took in every detail of my body while his tongue slid over his bottom lip.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he sighed, pulling me in for a slow kiss.
As we kissed, I took the initiative, stepping backward and laying back on the mattress.
He quickly climbed on top of me, and the heat of his skin on mine made me melt completely.
He took his time kissing me, letting his hands familiarize themselves with each curve on my naked body.
When I thought I would explode from anticipation, he kissed his way to my neck, occupying that space for way too long before he moved down to my breasts.
One nipple got kisses, sucks, and licks while his fingers stroked the other one, then he switched, making sure the other got the same amount of attention.
“Ooh, Brick.” I couldn’t control my moans as I rubbed my fingers through his waves.
He smiled at me before kissing his way down the center of my belly, then readjusting to part my thighs, and kissing them too.
By that point he had to know he was torturing me by taking it so slow.
I had waited for thirty-one years and if I had to wait one more minute to feel his mouth on me, my body was going to shut down.
“Baby, please?” I begged. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.
“Please what? Tell me what you want from me. I told you, I’m only here to make you feel good.” My body shuddered at his words, and I felt a sense of power knowing I had him at my disposal. I gently tugged at his hair, bringing his eyes to mine.
“You know what I want. Taste me, baby. Eat this pussy.” I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice or the words coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t focus on that.
His eyes lowered like they had earlier before a wicked smile stretched across his face.
The same face that he instantly pressed right in the center of my thighs.
“Ahh!” My voice hitched as my hips rose from the bed and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I shut my eyes tight as he unearthed me with his tongue, licking and slurping as Ava Melody serenaded us in the background about some man doing that very thing to her.
By that point, I completely understood the hype and was ready to get in the studio to lay down a track of my own.
“Mmm, oh my goodness!” My back arched and my legs opened wider to give him more access to me. How I knew to do that? I have no idea.
“Des,” I heard his voice call out from below.
“Mmm, hm?’ I asked, eyes still squeezed shut.
“Look at me, baby.”
His voice made me shiver as I slowly opened my eyes to peek down between my legs. The visual of him with his mouth on me was almost too much to take. My breath was just as shaky as my legs as I tried with everything in me to comply to his demands, but he was making it so hard… and wet.
“Oh G- oh- OH God! Brick!” I screamed out as my hips once again moved on their own.
I had experimented with my own body before, playing between my legs until I lost control of my senses, but I feared that whatever Brick was doing to me was something I would never recover from.
If this was what the other women he had been with experienced, then I understood why he needed legal documents to get rid of them.
“Babyyyyy!” I cried out as decades worth of resolve and good behavior snapped, and pleasure that I had never experienced spread through my entire body. He kept going until I had tears running down my face, and my juices dripping down his. The sight alone made my entire body spasm again.
“You okay?” he asked softly as he peered up at me, grazing his beard against my thigh.
“Y-Yes,” I whispered back through tears.
“Good,” he answered before his head dipped between my legs again.
“Brick!” I tried my best to scoot away from him but found myself caught in some type of leg lock as he continued his torture. “Ooh, wait! W-What are you doing? I already finished!” His head popped up again, lips and beard glossy with traces of me.
“Nah, if you can still talk, you not finished. Lay back and keep them fucking eyes on me.” Apparently my first orgasm not only broke through my nerves, but also his patience, because he went from slow and delicate to an insatiable demon who tried to swallow me whole.
I screamed out when his tongue started a fluttering motion over my clit. He took one finger and eased it into me. Once he was sure that I could take it, he added another.
“Brick,” I pleaded, unsure if I was coming down from a high, or about to reach another one.
“Ohhh my… Oh my God!” I knew enough to know that those fingers had found my g-spot.
I had never been able to quite reach it myself, but he claimed it on the first night.
He told me that I was in charge, but he was the one with all the power, as he made me lose all traces of my religion and common sense with his ring finger, middle finger, and rapidly moving tongue.
“Oh shit!” I screamed, fist gripping so hard that I pulled his fitted sheet right off his mattress. That didn’t deter him as he continued to drive me crazy enough to use every cuss word I had stored in my memory.
“Fuck, Brick! Brickly… Baby! What the hell are you—Oh shit! Oh my fucking God!” I cried out as my body broke again, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, all of which were property of Brick West. I knew he owned me, and the best part was that I knew he could because he had made it clear to me that he would never take advantage of that.
He climbed his way back up my body, kissing my forehead and looking me over to make sure I was good.
“You did so good. You okay?” He asked, gently holding my face. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how this crazy nigga who cussed me out on a daily basis and threatened to kidnap me more than once, could turn around and be so soft with me.
“I-I’m okay,” I said, panting and trying to come back to my own body. He gave my forehead one more kiss before going to the bathroom and bringing back a towel.
I didn't miss the enormous bulge between his legs as he gently used the warm rag to wipe away the stickiness between my thighs, but neither of us addressed it.
“Can you please hold me?” I whimpered. He nodded before turning me over to my side and pulling me close in a spooning position.
“Goodnight, wife.” That was the last thing I heard as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck while I drifted off to sleep.