16 #2
I frantically ignored my need, waiting until she’d stopped trembling before I pulled my hand out of her jeans.
I immediately lifted it to my mouth, sucking her taste off my fingers.
She stared, wide-eyed and hungry, barely letting me pull my fingers out from between my lips before she was kissing me, her tongue sliding down my throat like she was dying to see how she tasted on me.
When we pulled apart to breathe, I impulsively blurted, “I want you to sit on my face.”
“F-Fuck. Uzi.” She moaned, sounding scandalised and turned on in equal measure.
“Too much?” I asked with a teasing smirk, cupping her hips and stroking my thumbs gently against her skin. “We can stop if you want.”
“No,” she said, but she sounded annoyed about it. “You know I don’t want to fucking stop.”
I laughed. She squealed when I grabbed her ass in my palms, then lifted, her arms and legs quickly wrapping around me as I proceeded to carry her out of the bed.
When we were standing face-to-face, refusing to feel self-conscious, I took my shirt off, then reached for my belt.
“Oh.” Her eyes were wide. Greedy.
It made it easy to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my jeans, shoving them along with my briefs down my thighs. I kicked them off my feet, then I was bare, exposed to her gaze.
“Fucking hell, Uzi,” she said, her eyes darting all over my form, lingering on my dick.
I couldn’t help my slight laugh when she didn’t take her eyes off me as she began pushing down her own jeans and underwear, nearly tripping in her haste as she stepped out of them and toed off her socks until she was standing in front of me, just as bare, just as vulnerable.
She took her time to drink in my naked body, and I did the same to her.
Unlike Ofure, I’d always been fat, while she’d only thickened wonderfully after we’d entered uni.
Her breasts hung low, resting on top of her soft belly.
Stretch marks decorated underneath the soft curve of her stomach, along her hips and the tops of her dimpled thighs.
She was so gorgeous it was astonishing—and I’d never used that word in my life.
“There need to be sculptures made of you.”
“Oh my God.” She blushed. “I mean ... look who’s talking.”
“Is that right?” I smirked.
“Ugh. Stop fishing.”
I laughed, stepping up to her, both of us shivering helplessly as our naked bodies came in shocking contact for the first time.
My arms automatically went around her at the same time as hers went around me.
For a moment, we just held each other. She was so warm.
So soft, everywhere. Just this lingering embrace threatened to completely ruin me.
I bent my knees so I could grab her ass and lift her off her feet once more. She clung to me, laughing, as I carried her back to the bed until I was kneeling on top of it with her still in my arms. Despite her amusement, her gaze was filled with heat, her chest heaving slightly.
“I like how you—” She stopped, obviously shy.
I smiled encouragingly, maybe a little cockily. “Go on.”
She rolled her eyes, but when she met my gaze again, hers was blazing. “You make it look so easy. How you—how you—”
“Manhandle you?” I said, voice low.
“Yeah,” she admitted breathily.
“And you like that,” I murmured.
“Yes,” she said, almost a moan.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I sent a silent thank you to Prince for being a dedicated gym nut and dragging my ass right along with him.
Still holding her firmly, and wanting to show off, even though my arms were beginning to strain, I adjusted our positions with her clinging to me with her arms and legs until I was lying flat on my back, my head on the pillows, and she was straddling my torso.
I shoved my hands underneath her thighs, then lifted, practically yanking her up to my mouth.
“Oh my God, Uzi,” she gasped, her hands flying to the wall in front of her to keep her balance.
My dick had calmed somewhat as we’d undressed, but now, with her pretty thighs finally spread over my face, my erection was back and raging with a vengeance.
“Uzezi?” She sounded nervous.
I couldn’t stop staring at her pussy. Those smooth, puffy dark lips. The swollen bud of her clit. And all that delicious wetness dripping from the dark pink centre, just for me. God, God. I needed to touch my dick. But if I touched my dick, I was probably going to come.
“Uzi,” she repeated, her pretty, dimpled thighs quivering. This time, I heard the slight thread of insecurity.
That wouldn’t do. “Ofure,” I managed to force out through the grit in my throat, both my hands going to her ass. “I said I wanted you to sit on my face. Not hover. Not squat. Sit. If I die, I die.”
A startled laugh burst out of her. “Oh my God. You piss me off.”
“There we go,” I said with barely concealed hunger as she obediently began to lower her hips, my mouth already growing wet with anticipation.
When she was low enough, I could barely contain myself.
Uzezi groaned like he was tasting paradise when I finally lowered my hips enough for his soft mouth to make contact with my pussy. Despite my reservations, I was wet as fuck, and growing wetter as he dived in like he’d been positively starving for it—for me.
His hands gripped my ass tight, holding me still as he licked into my cunt, still groaning. My thighs began to shake from the effort it was taking to keep still, even though I wanted to rock my hips wantonly against his mouth, ride his lips and feel his beard rub against my inner thighs.
I braced my arms against the wall, and made the mistake of glancing down.
He was watching me as he ate me out like a starving man, his eyes so fucking dark.
I lost the battle with my self-control, jerking my hips against his face. He made a low, encouraging noise. My left hand dropped down to his head, our eyes staying locked as I began to rock my hips, riding his face.
He groaned filthily, the vibration against my pussy making me moan.
His grip on my ass tightened encouragingly, so I didn’t stop moving my hips, trying to figure out what I liked, what I wanted.
He extended his tongue and firmed it into a point, and I clenched my eyes shut at the lewdness of it even as I circled my hips, rolling my clit over his tongue.
“Oh my God.” I pressed my forehead to the wall, rocking my hips back and forth, shivering with each pass of his extended tongue over my throbbing, sensitive clit.
“Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” After a few moments, I wanted—I needed more.
“Uzi ...” He made an encouraging noise. “Can you—? Soften ...” He softened his mouth immediately, and began pressing sucking kisses to my heated flesh.
“Yes, oh fuck, oh God, just like that. Suck my clit.” He made a low, desperate noise, and immediately began feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal on earth.
I couldn’t stop the needy noises I was making, the way my hips were moving in rhythm to his ministrations. His grip tightened on my ass, and I felt the mattress shift as he squirmed underneath me.
When I opened my eyes again to glance down at him, his own were clenched shut, squeezed tight like his pleasure was rapturous.
He was massaging my ass, almost lifting his head off the pillows like he truly wanted to drown between my thighs.
Jesus. My fist tightened in his hair, the evidence of him getting off on getting me off amping up my own ecstasy.
He sucked on my clit, at first at random and seemingly for his own pleasure, before he remembered the rhythm I liked.
I stopped moving and clenched my eyes shut again, wanting to focus on the sensation, on the throbbing pull of his lips around my heated flesh, the feel of his tongue occasionally flicking across the stiff bud.
I was moaning shamelessly, gripping his hair so tight it was a wonder I hadn’t pulled the fistful from its roots.
He was groaning just as much, the vibrations adding to my pleasure.
At some point, one of his hands left my ass, like he’d desperately wanted to touch his dick, before quickly returning when my balance shifted threateningly.
I felt him squirm again, my eyes parting to slits to stare down at the desperation in his clenched eyes and furrowed eyebrows.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Uzi. Oh God. I’m—I’m—”
He made a needy, frantic, encouraging noise, his grip on my ass tightening almost painfully.
I fell over the edge with a silent shout, shuddering into his mouth.
He didn’t stop sucking on my clit until I pushed lightly at his head, whimpering with oversensitivity.
Instead of stopping, he simply began to lap between my puffy pussy lips, licking away my wetness like he didn’t want a single drop to go to waste.
I pressed my forehead to the wall for a moment, catching my breath, waiting for my body to stop trembling.
Once I felt steady enough, I began to make my way down his body.
“Shit.” He groaned. His hands had to leave my ass when I began to move, and he had the right one shoved between his legs. “God. Fuck.”
I stared down at him brazenly, taking my time to admire him again.
All that lovely warm brown skin. The faint dusting of hair that covered almost his entire body, especially his chest. How gloriously thick he was, absolutely everywhere.
I knew exactly what he meant when he said there needed to be sculptures made of me, because I felt the exact same way looking at him.