Chapter 8 #4
“That’s because you haven’t fucked me yet. In all seriousness, Dionne, I’m different. Ima have you fucked up in the head about me,” I was confidant in my response.
“How can you be so sure of that?” she wanted to know.
“Because the way you used to run circles around them niggas, you not doing that with me. I don’t want you to feel like I’m judging you, but I already know that you’re the kind of woman that will make a nigga’s pockets bleed.
I know you was having your way with your past niggas, getting whatever the fuck you wanted out of them.
Them niggas were easy, walking licks for you.
You not playing me like no duck ass nigga.
I feel like we haven’t even officially been on a first date yet.
I’m not going to really count the lounge as a date because we both know how that came into play in the first place.
Now, I got you outside with me, sitting in my lap, while a nigga is a few feet away from us, with ribs on the grill.
I know these aren’t the kind of outings that your used to doing with niggas.
Your used to niggas taking you on shopping sprees, flying you out the country, and all kind of extra shit for your first date.
The fact that you’re allowing me to just give you the basics proves to me that you fuck with me for me, and not for the perks.
It shows that what we have is genuine,” I finished it with a smile, after I called her out.
“Hmmm. I guess. What is it that we have Tavion?” she asked, calling me by my government name.
“Let’s kiss, and find out,” I shot.
My eyes couldn’t stop looking at her lips.
They were so nice, and full. I wanted to see if they were soft.
I could feel it in my gut that Dionne was a great kisser.
Not to overly sexualize her or anything like that, but I could always sense when I’m in the presence of someone that had amazing sex appeal, and they knew how to please a nigga, even if it was something simple as kissing.
“Yeah, now your just talking,” she voiced.
“It don’t even got to be long. Let’s kiss for like ten seconds,” I urged, and she laughed.
“Tank, I don’t know where your lips been,” she was for real.
“On blunts, and food. I can’t tell you the last time that I ate pussy, or tongue kissed.
You scared? You talk too much shit to be scared.
I just want to see what your lips feel like, and then I’ll leave you alone,” at first, I was just fuckin around with her to see if she would kiss me, but now I was dead serious, really wanting to see how soft her lips were.
“What if your mom comes out here, and catches us?” she asked, and that’s what really had me smiling now because this meant that she was contemplating doing it.
“Dionne, we grown. What she going to do? Beat us?” I asked, sitting up in the chair, making it easier for her.
She looked around again, just making sure that the guys were still doing their own thing, not paying us any attention, and once she was sure of that, she raised her arms, wrapping them around my neck, and she leaned her head into me a little bit.
She stared at me, and she was looking at me in a way, trying to see if she was making the right decision.
I wasn’t going to lean in any closer. I was going to allow her to be the one to make the move because I didn’t want it to feel like I was forcing myself on her. I could tell by her chest rising up and down at a fast pace that she was a little scared.
She eventually leaned in, pecked me on my lips, and I swear to God, I could have died when our lips touched.
They were soft, just as I’d imagined them to be.
The peck was just a tease for us to see what our lips were going to feel like.
Once we got through that stage, I parted my lips a little bit, and Dionne parted hers, and we exchanged in the nastiest tongue kiss that I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Keep in mind, growing up, I was a fast nigga, doing shit with girls that I didn’t have any business doing, so I’ve experienced a lot of shit, and for me to say that this was the nastiest kiss that I’ve ever shared, then that spoke volumes.
This girl was holding my tongue hostage, as she was softly, and sensually sucking on it.
I was kissing her with my eyes closed, and I wasn’t aware of anything that was taking place around me because I was too busy wrapped up in this moment.
My dick was in my jeans just jumping away. I needed her to feel that shit, so as she was in my lap, I kept my hands on her waist, and I bounced her slowly up and down on my lap, wanting her to feel how hard she had me.
“Aight. Aight. Let me chill out. I’m a different kind of nigga, baby. When I want something, I want that shit right then and there. I’ll fuck around, and pull my dick out, and make you ride it, not giving a fuck where we at,” I said the second that I pulled away.
I had no choice but to break the kiss because my dick was in my jeans, feeling like it was getting ready to break.
“I gotta stop coming around you. You making me do stuff that I don’t typically do,” she said, picking her hands up, and she put them over her face, as if she was embarrassed. I laughed while I leaned into her, so that I could pry her hands away from her face.
I had perfect access to her neck, so I kissed it, and I softly started sucking on it. My lips then traveled upwards, going for her ear.
“That’s the thing, baby. I don’t want you to stop coming around me.
I want you to come around me, and I want you to cum for me.
Everything that you don’t typically do, I’m trying to make you do it, and more.
Your lips taste so good. Imagine when I get the other set in my mouth.
It’s going to take everything to get me off you.
I’ll be patient for it though. I know that pussy going to be worth the wait,” I said nasty shit in her ear, keeping my voice low, where only she could hear me, and the whole time that I was talking to her, her body was literally shaking.
I kissed her earlobe when I finished, and then I lay back in my seat like nothing ever happened.
“I’m blocking you after tonight. Tank, I’m serious. I gotta stop coming around you,” she said that dumb shit again, and all I could do was laugh because I knew that it was just bullshit that she was talking.
“Damn, what I’m going to get blocked for? I didn’t even do anything,” I wanted to know, smile on my face like I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
“Your embarrassing me,” she told me.
“They not worried about us. They not even paying us any attention. It’s wet?” I had to know.
“What do you think?” she shot, and I chuckled.
“Let’s kiss again, and I’ll leave you alone,” I suggested.
“Hell no. Walk me to the restroom. I need to wipe off,” she tried to stand up, but I pulled her arm, not letting her.
“Hold on. You got my big boy poking through my pants. Don’t get up yet,” I let her know.
Dionne put her hands on my shoulders, and she lifted her body just for a second, so that she could see how hard she had my dick. She saw it, her eyes lit up, and she sat her ass directly on it, and that shit made me groan a little bit, and bite down hard on my lip.
Like nothing happened, she leaned her head into me, resting it on my chest, and all I could think about was the fact that I was about to fuck around, and fall in love.
That kiss was special to me. That kiss spoke volumes.
If she had me acting crazy like this from a fuckin kiss, I could only imagine the weight that pussy was going to hold.