Chapter 9 #2
“I love it when you listen to me. Come here,” he said, pulling her lips to him by the back of her neck. Every stroke of his tongue against hers sent electricity down her spine, turning her body into a gushy, mushy mess.
When their lips finally parted, Emon’s hand untied her robe, caressing the soft skin underneath as he pushed it off her shoulders.
His touch was reverent but hungry, like a man who’d been starving for a taste.
Blake’s breath hitched as his lips found her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her skin, though his hands continued their exploration.
He massaged her nipples softly, flicking them while watching her face contort in pleasure and bliss.
Blake’s hips were doing their own thing as if they had a mind of their own.
Grinding into his pelvis, Emon lifted and slid his sweats and boxers down.
His dick popped up, springing to life like a Jack-in-the-box, slapping her pussy lips in the process.
He lifted and swiftly laid her down on the couch. He stood over her and admired the view from above. His dick jumped, and her mouth salivated, but she had to cool it. She wasn’t a slouch. She’d suck his dick so good that he’d be slapping her in the head to get her to stop.
“Sss, don’t you dare,” she breathed, her fingers grazing her own nipples as his eyes made their way lower.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned out, taking in every curve. “You perfect.”
“Don’t tempt me, Emon.” Hearing his name brought him so much joy.
His mouth followed where his hands had been earlier, leaving a path of fire across her skin.
Blake arched into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips as he worshipped every inch of her.
When his tongue found her breast, she gasped his name like a prayer. “Emonnn.”
“I got you,” he promised, his hand sliding down her stomach, teasing but finding its way between her thighs.
“Let me take care of you.” His fingers softly glided against her wet, pretty, glistening pussy.
Now it was his turn to salivate at the sight before him.
Two fingers entered her. He kissed her thigh as he pulled them back to go in again, over and over until she arched her back, causing it to crack.
He removed his fingers to see her juices coating them.
“You wet as fuck.”
“Let me taste it,” she asked. Never the one to not give her what she wanted, he placed his fingers slowly in front of her and watched her make them disappear like she was Houdini.
Yeah, he needed to see if she could do the dick like that…
STAT. But he didn’t just yet. Her enjoyment was his enjoyment.
It had been that way since they met months ago.
“What else you want, Blake the Lake?” he asked, giving her a nickname that fit her perfectly. She was wet like a lake and about to claim a body like Lake Lanier.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been devoured. Handle that for me.”
Without another thought, his tongue trailed up and down her clit as his free hand toyed with her nipple. Each kiss and lick to her clit was deliberate, building the anticipation as he went faster and crazy. Blake’s breathing grew heavier, her body trembling under his touch.
“Please,” she whispered, not even sure what she was begging for, but she knew she needed it and needed it soon.
“I love hearing you beg,” he growled against her sloppy, wet sex. “But I need you to be sure. No going back after this.” Between kisses, slurps, and licks, his words came out broken: “You...my...woman...and that’s...that.”
“O—” Blake’s response was cut off by her gasps as his long fingers found its target. Her back arched off the couch again as he explored her G spot with skilled precision. “I hear you. I hear you,” she screamed, feeling the pressure rise.
“How you wanna cum?” he asked.
“Right now, baby, right now!” she exclaimed.
“Now was that the question? I don’t think it was.
Try again,” he said, grinning. She couldn’t think straight with his fingers dipping in and out of her.
He had to know that. Slowly, in and out, brushing the clit, back in, back out.
Her eyes rolled, and he knew she was close.
His hand held her hips steady, but his mouth was back doing the devil’s dance.
Every stroke of his tongue had her seeing stars, building a pressure that threatened to consume her.
“Emonnnn,” she moaned out, her hand finding his fade as he worked her closer to the edge.
“Let go for me, baby,” he commanded between strokes. “I got you.”
“I’m—”
“I’m what, baby? Use them words. You got all them words in that pretty little head of yours and can’t tell me what I need to hear.”
“I’m—” she tried again, but her words failed her. Her whole body tensed as she watched his tongue go on a relentless pursuit of her pleasure. Blake’s thighs shook, but Emon kept her anchored, his strong hands holding her steady as she approached her peak.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her most sensitive spot, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through her body. “Cum for me, love. Do it for me.”
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her back arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Emon didn’t let up, working her through each aftershock until she gasped his name like it was the only name she knew.
“Emon, baby, baby, baby,” she sang, pushing him away from her.
When he finally looked up at her, his eyes were dark with desire. “Damn, you even more beautiful when you come unglued like that.”
Blake was still trying to catch her breath when her phone rang. Brooks’s name flashed across the screen.
“Don’t you dare answer that fuckin’ phone,” Emon growled, already making his way back up her body. “I ain’t done with you yet.”
“I won’t,” Blake acknowledged, looking him dead in the eyes. She lifted her hips as Emon settled between her thighs, his muscled body pressing her into the couch. Her hands explored the definition in his back as he captured her lips again, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
She pushed him back and said, “Let me see this pretty muthafucka.”
Emon leaned back and stroked his dick right in her face.
“This muthafucka?” he asked, with his bottom lip between his teeth.
Blake had turned into something. Again, a man that could make an ordinary woman feel extraordinary could get the nastiest of sex she could give up.
She licked her lips and kissed the tip, tasting pre-cum.
“Mmhm,” she moaned. Emon ran his fingers through her wild hair and allowed her to ogle until she swallowed him whole.
His body bucked when the wetness of her mouth engulfed him.
His eyes clenched shut. Slowly, he opened them after he caught his bearings.
Eyes now open, Emon watched Blake eat his dick up like it was the only meal she’d have for the day.
And if she kept it up, he might make that a reality because he was tryna be laid up and deep in her walls all day and night.
His toes gathered her fluffy throw rug at the sensation of her wet mouth slurping and her throat vibrating at the tip of his dick.
She was nasty, and he liked that shit. He liked it so much his toes threw up gang signs until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He was finna blow if he didn’t stop her.
Pulling his dick from her mouth, she grinned and cleaned the slob from her mouth, but that didn’t last as Emon crashed his mouth into hers. She’d never been much of a kisser, but Emon was changing that among other things.
“You sure about this? This is my last time asking. I don’t give a fuck about your brother, father, friends, none of that shit,” he declared, his voice rough with need.
Four play was one thing, but once he entered her sanctuary, it would become his too.
He didn’t want to wonder about anything.
He didn’t want her trying to go back on what she said.
“I need you,” she breathed against his mouth. “Now.”
He lined himself up, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust. Blake’s nails dug into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, holding still. “You feel perfect.”
Her phone rang again, but neither of them noticed. They were lost in each other as Emon moved, setting a rhythm that had Blake seeing stars all over again. Each thrust went deeper than the last, building that familiar pressure like he’d been there before.
His grip tightened on her hips as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. Blake wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle and drawing a deep groan from him.
“Just like that.” He breathed against her neck. “You taking me so good, like we been here befo’.”
Her second orgasm was building faster than the first, her walls gripping him with each deep thrust. The sound of her doorbell followed by urgent knocking barely registered. She was lost in the way he filled her completely.
Brooks’s voice carried through the door, but Emon’s dark eyes held hers, making it clear they weren’t stopping.
Answering that door was out of the question.
Thank God she had blackout curtains. His pace quickened, each stroke hitting the bullseye.
Blake matched his rhythm, pushing back against him, claiming what was hers.
This moment belonged to them. Brooks could wait until he was finished or go to hell. It didn’t matter, respectfully.
“Look at you,” he growled, feeling her get even wetter. “You like knowing I ain’t stopping for nothing.”
This moment had shifted something between them.
The pounding at the door only intensified Blake’s desire.
It was something about Emon’s unwavering focus, his absolute control of the situation that had unlocked a new level of freak.
His dominance set free something primal in her, her body responding with an intensity that surprised them both.
“Emon.” Each thrust had her moaning his name, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Gah damn, Blake, gah damn.” Hearing his name while he was so deep drove him crazy. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. “What you want, baby?”
“Give me all of it.”
“Only if you cum with me,” he mentioned, his rhythm becoming erratic. “I’m close, baby.”
He flipped her over to rest on the edge of the couch and his dick followed right after. Back to assaulting her pussy, infiltrating her mind and heart as he groaned her name into her neck.
Wap, Wap , Wap the sound of his hand slapping her ass and their skin slapping could be heard doors down. Emon continued to go hard until she screamed that she was cumming, and he pulsed inside her, doing the same. They stayed connected for a moment, catching their breath.
“You good?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple and pulling her into his arms.
“Better than good.” She smiled, tracing the tattoos on his chest. “But we definitely need a shower and food. I dun got fucked hungry. I’m starving.”
Her phone rang for the third time.
“That nigga Brooks ain’t giving up, is he?” Emon laughed. She’d speak with Brooks when she damn well felt like it. All she wanted to do right now was enjoy the company of the man in her presence. And that was exactly what they did for the rest of the day.