Sonnet Ellison
When Vega finally came home, he climbed into bed with me in his room, where I had been waiting for him since after dinner.
I no longer felt like a prisoner. Maybe it was naive, but I felt more like a kept woman now.
All day, I cleaned, read, cooked, and waited for Vega to come back from whatever he did in the streets.
The routine had started feeling familiar in a way my old life never had.
Before Vega, my life had only been about surviving.
I got through each day alone, learned any and everything I could to ensure I always had a way to take care of myself.
I had Dior, and I loved him for his friendship, but having Vega around made me feel closer to having a family than I ever had.
Once Vega got into bed with me, I couldn’t hear one full sentence of that damn TV show.
My mind kept running back through everything that had happened between us.
My body was still obsessed with everything he had done to it.
My skin still remembered his hands in places he wasn’t even touching anymore.
Every now and then, he pulled me closer, even though his body was already pressed against mine. Each time he did it, my thoughts got worse. His arm around me made me feel safe. His warmth made me feel wanted.
I rested against him with my leg thrown across his, his arm wrapped around my waist, and the television flashing colors across the dark room. Neither of us paid attention to it. He kept tracing his fingers along my hip and stomach.
I loved the way he touched me without urgency.
“I thought you might lose interest in me once we had sex,” I admitted quietly.
He shifted enough to see my face. “Why would you think that?”
“I know how men talk. Most times the chase is the exciting part. Most times once a man gets what he wants, the feelings change.”
Vega kissed my forehead. “Glasses, don’t put me in the same box with men who didn’t know what they had.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“But you are.”
I swallowed hard, but he brushed his thumb along my jaw, reassuring me.
“You think I waited all this time, fought myself, stopped myself, protected you, wanted you, and finally got inside you just to lose interest?” he asked.
My face warmed. “When you say it that way, it sounds stupid.”
“It is stupid, and you’re too nerdy to be that stupid.”
I giggled, and he leaned in to kiss me. It was brief, but it still made my stomach do flips.
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted more after having her than I did before,”
My breath caught.
“Before, I wanted you because I couldn’t help it,” he continued.
“Now I want you because I know what it feels like to have you trust me with your life, to feel safe with me. I know what you sound like when you stop fighting what your body wants. I know I feel whole when you reach for me. And I’m not letting any of that go.
You didn’t make me less interested, baby.
You made me way more gone in the head for you. ”
I blushed into his chiseled face, unable to control it.
“That’s what you need to understand about choosing me,” he said. “I’m not pretending to be casual about you. I don’t know how to want you halfway.”
“Are you saying that to warn me?”
“No, I want to know are you okay with that. Let me know now.”
I studied his face in the shifting light from the TV. This man had stolen me, protected me, frustrated me, cared for me, and made me feel wanted in a way that scared me because I believed in these feelings between us.
“I don’t want casual either,” I admitted. “I don’t even know how to do casual. I remember small details. I get attached to routines. I read meaning into everything, even when I try not to. So no, Vega. I don’t want casual.”
His hand slid to the back of my neck. “What do you want?”
I touched the tattoo near his jaw with my fingertips. “I want to know you’re still going to be here when this gets ugly, when I get depressed because I miss the parents I never knew, when my trauma starts to haunt me.”
His gaze held mine without blinking. “I’m not going anywhere.” Vega pulled me closer until my forehead touched his. “You ain’t got to be scared that I’m leaving because you let me have you, and I’ll never take that for granted.”
Those words fixed the wounds on my heart that expected everyone to leave me.
I looked up at Vega, my glasses sliding a bit down my nose, and I didn't give him a chance to say a word.
I leaned in and crashed my lips against his, tasting him.
I climbed over him, my thick thighs gripping his hips as I settled my weight on his lap.
My long, wavy bundles spilled forward, brushing against his skin as I moved my mouth down to his neck.
I trailed kisses over the ink on his skin.
My lips grazed the tattoos that wrapped around his powerful frame.
I felt him shudder under me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer.
I shifted and my breasts rubbed against him through the thin fabric of my bra, as I pressed my deep brown skin against his.
I moved lower, my hair falling in a dark curtain over his torso as I kissed my way down.
I reached for the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down, freeing his dick.
It jumped out, thick and pulsing. I wrapped my fingers around the base, and looked up at him with a sultry gaze before I opened my mouth.
I slid the head of his dick past my lips, swirling my tongue around the rim before sucking him in deep.
I used my hand to stroke the shaft while my mouth worked the top, creating a tight vacuum that had him groaning my name.
I focused on the sensitive ridge, flicking my tongue fast and hard, then sliding all the way down until I hit the back of my throat.
Vega's hips started to jerk, and his fingers dug into my thighs as I increased the pace.
I sucked him harder, making loud, wet sounds that filled the room.
I could feel him twitching in my mouth, and I could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I used my tongue to tease the underside of his shaft while I kept the suction intense, determined to drain every drop out of him.
I didn't slow down, keeping my mouth locked tight around him, sucking the head of his dick with a wet, slurping sound. Vega's head hit the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut until he suddenly looked down at me.
"Gawd damn, you look so good sucking my dick with those fucking glasses on," he groaned.
Hearing that gave me confidence. I wanted to be the nastiest bitch he'd ever experienced.
I gripped his shaft harder, sliding my hand all the way to the base and using my mouth to create a vacuum that nearly choked him.
I started swirling my tongue aggressively around the rim, licking every bit of pre-cum before plunging him in deep, taking him as far back as my throat would allow.
I made sure to make it loud, letting the wet, sloppy sounds fill the room while I looked up at him through my lenses, watching his face contort.
Vega started to whimper. He sounded almost like he was in pain. So, I paused, sliding his dick out of my mouth with a loud pop. A string of thick saliva stretched from his head to my lips.
"What's wrong?" I asked, taking in large gulps of air to catch my breath.
He panted, his chest heaving as he stared at me. "I'm trying not to think about why you’re so good at this," he admitted.
I smirked at him, trying not to laugh.
"But I can't even focus on that." He sexily bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned my face. "Because you look so good with all that spit around your mouth, looking up at me with those glasses on."
Before I could even respond, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick back into my mouth.
I took him greedily, sucking him with everything I had.
I used my tongue to tease the underside of the shaft, flicking the small tissue where the foreskin meets the head.
Then I sucked the head with a rhythmic, intense pressure.
I could feel him pulsing, his muscles locking up as he reached the edge.
He was shaking, and his breath was coming in short, ragged bursts. He was just seconds from cumming.
Right as he started to tense up for the climax, I pulled away abruptly. I sat back on my thick thighs, leaving him throbbing and leaking. I looked down at his hard dick and then back up at his desperate eyes.
"I want to ride you," I told him, my voice dripping with desire.
Vega looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in a question. He knew I wasn't a pro, that this was only my third time having intercourse. I felt a little embarrassment rise in my cheeks, and I looked down at him, feeling sheepish.
"I want you to tell me what to do," I whispered.
I'd spent plenty of time alone in my room, masturbating while watching porn, studying how those women moved their hips. I figured I could mimic that, but I knew he would lead me as well.
I shifted my weight, planting my feet on my tiptoes on either side of his hips.
I hovered over him for a second, my wet pussy leaking all over my panties before I hooked my thumbs into the lace and slid them down my thick thighs.
I tossed them aside and positioned my opening right over the head of his pulsing dick.
I slowly lowered myself, sliding down his length. I gasped as he stretched me open, my pussy gripping him hard as I tried to take all of him inside. I pushed down until my pelvis slammed against his, burying him deep in my gut.
Vega groaned as his large hands gripped my waist, digging into my skin. He looked up at me with this look of pure gratitude, like he was so thankful to be getting this pussy.
"You feel so fucking good, Sonnet," he rasped. "Now listen. I want you to lean back. Put your hands on your knees and arch your back."
I did exactly what he said, leaning back so my long hair spilled over his legs. I felt exposed, my breasts swaying as I shifted.
"Now, don't just go up and down. I want you to grind. Circle your hips around my dick. Rub your clit right against the base of me."
I started to move, rotating my hips in a slow, wet circle. I could feel him rubbing against my most sensitive spot, and I let out a loud moan. The friction was intense, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.
"Yeah, just like that," he groaned as his grip on my waist tightened to help guide my rhythm. "Now lift up, almost all the way out... then slam back down on it. Hard."
I lifted myself up until only the head was still inside me, then I dropped my full weight down, impaling myself on him. I screamed, the sensation hitting my cervix and sending sparks through my whole body.
"Fuck, yeah," Vega gasped, his eyes rolling back. "Do it again. Give me that pussy."
I started bouncing, mimicking the girls from the videos but adding my own hunger to it. I rode him, pushing past the soreness to chase the pleasure. My pussy clamped down on him with every downward thrust, while he watched me, guiding my movements and telling me exactly how to fuck him.