8. Erissa #2
“I’ve heard that having kids will change your life. I used to go out a little more, but taking care of two senior citizens wasn’t easy. I had to make some adjustments, and now I’ve gotten used to a slower-paced life.”
“Yeah. I look forward to coming home now that I have someone to come home to.”
Although his eyes were locked on me as he spoke, I assumed he was referring to Riverlynn. When he didn’t look away, the heat of his gaze forced me to. I looked down at his daughter, who I held in my lap with her back against my stomach.
“Who wouldn’t be excited to see this little beauty after working hard all day?”
“She is beautiful . . . and so are you.”
I lifted my head slowly, and our eyes met again.
“Thank you. So, umm, are you excited to see your mom and sister this weekend?”
I had to change the subject before I melted under his gaze.
“I am, but you’ll probably spend more time with them than I will because I have practice.”
He stood with his plate in hand and stepped toward Riverlynn and me. What happened next happened so quickly that I wasn’t sure if I imagined it or not.
He leaned toward us, kissed Riverlynn’s cheek, then my cheek, and headed toward the sink with his dirty dishes. While he still had his back to me, I touched my cheek where his lips had just been and smiled. It probably didn’t mean anything, so I wouldn’t allow my imagination to go down that road.
“You want to watch a movie tonight?” he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“A movie. You want to watch something?”
“Umm, sure. Do you have anything in mind?”
“I’ll find something. Come on.”
He took Riverlynn from me and lifted her into the air. She giggled, almost uncontrollably, something she’d begun doing last week, and the sound was truly music to my ears. He grabbed the remote and sat in the middle of the couch with Riverlynn cradled in one arm.
I sat on the other end, leaving about two feet between us, and tucked my legs underneath me. I was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts that exposed almost the full length of my long legs, with a T-shirt that stopped at the top of my waist.
“Do you like movies like those nasty-ass books you read?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes widened.
“Oh, word?”
“They’re good books, so I’m sure the movies would be good too.”
“Bet.”
He went to one of the streaming apps, and a few minutes later, he selected a movie I’d never seen but, oddly enough, I recalled coming up on my screen a few times while I scrolled through Black movie options on my streaming apps.
“You seen this?”
“No.”
“Good. You’re in for a treat,” he said with a smirk.
My pussy was absolutely soaked . . . point-blank, period, and I didn’t have any panties on underneath the shorts. I would bet my life that when I stood, my juices would drip down my legs.
The sex scenes in this movie had me hot and fucking bothered, and I couldn’t wait to go to my room to pleasure myself with my vibrator. My inner thighs were exhausted from squeezing them together in an attempt to find any amount of relief, no matter how small.
Every few minutes, I squirmed in my seat, praying River was more focused on the movie than me. About halfway through, he paused the movie to make Riverlynn a bottle. If I weren’t afraid he’d catch me, I would’ve rubbed one out when he went to the kitchen.
“I’m gonna take her up to bed,” he said as he headed toward the stairs.
“Okay.”
To distract myself, I grabbed my phone and went to my text thread with Shakira.
Me:
I think I’m about to take your advice.
Kira:
What advice?
Me:
To let him bust it wide open.
Kira:
Do it sis!!
Me:
He invited me to watch a movie and picked one that’s borderline porn.
Kira:
As he should have. Sit on his face sis!
Me:
I gotta go!
Kira:
Super soak his ass! I can’t wait to hear all about it.
If I wanted someone to talk me out of letting this man fold me up like a pretzel, my best friend was the wrong one.
“Why are you smiling at your phone? I hope you’re not texting another man while you're spending time with me,” River said, startling me.
“Uh, no.”
“Then who got you smiling like that?”
“I was laughing at something Shakira said, if you must know.”
“Do you smile like that when you read my texts?”
“Not exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
“You only text me to ask how Rivvy is doing, which is very sweet, but it doesn’t make me smile or laugh the same way as when Shakira says something crazy.”
Instead of responding, he started the movie. A few minutes later, my phone vibrated, and when I saw River’s name on the screen, I looked at him. He was focused on the TV, pretending as if he hadn’t just texted me.
River:
Why are you sitting so far away?
Me:
Far? You can reach out and touch me if you wanted. You’ve done it plenty of times before. Are you shy now?
River:
I don’t have a shy bone in my body, but I want you closer.
Me:
It’s probably best if I stay here. I should probably actually move across the room.
River:
That wasn’t a question. I promise, I’ll be on my best behavior.
I looked at him again, and he still wouldn’t look in my direction. It was as if he expected me to do what he said, without a second thought. If I moved any closer to him, it was inevitable that I’d have a lot to tell Shakira tomorrow, but against my better judgment, I closed the space between us.
He didn’t hesitate to pull my feet from underneath me and put my lower legs across his thighs.
Surprisingly, his hands were soft, and my pussy pulsed from his touch.
When the side of my calf brushed against something hard, thick, and damn near the same length as the bottom half of my leg, my body tensed.
My eyes zeroed in on his pelvic area and widened at his dick print. I’d peeped it several times since we began cohabitating. He wore basketball shorts and sweats daily, so I knew it was big, but seeing it fully erect was something different altogether.
I tried to move my leg away, but he held it in place, pressing it harder against his erection. I was already on the verge of having an orgasm, and my leg rubbing against his dick was sure to send me over the edge.
“You said you’d be on your best behavior,” I reminded him.
“I guess that depends on your perception, but I assure you, I’m doing my absolute best not to push the crotch of your shorts to the side and lick the juices that have been threatening to drip down your thighs if you make one wrong move.”
“How can you tell?” slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
I slapped one hand over my mouth and snatched the throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover my legs, specifically my crotch. My pussy was so wet, I was sure my pheromones were tickling his nose hairs.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. All that squirming and shit you’ve been doing since the first sex scene was hard not to notice. That pussy is wet, . . . my dick is hard, and there’s only one way to take care of both of those issues.”
“River . . . we—”
“Think long and hard about how you want to respond. We’re both grown, single, and apparently, horny as fuck. I can’t think of a better reason for you to let me bury my face and my dick between your thighs.”
My breathing quickened, my nipples got hard, and I squeezed my thighs together for what felt like the hundredth time. My mouth and throat had never felt so dry, and I couldn’t find my voice. When his hand slowly moved up my calf to my thigh, I opened my legs to grant him access.
His lips curled into a sexy smile as his fingers neared my most sacred place. I closed my eyes, then inhaled and exhaled slowly, anticipating his touch. When his hand stopped moving, I opened my eyes, disappointed.
“If you want to do this, you need to say it, and if you say it, mean it.”
The idea of telling this man what I wanted him to do to my body made me nervous and turned me on simultaneously. Although I’d never vocalized my sexual needs and wants with the other men that I’d been with, the thought of doing so also intrigued me enough to push past my nerves.
“I want you to finger fuck me with those long, thick fingers while you suck on my clit. After I cum on your face and hands, I want that big, fat dick of yours to stretch my pussy wider than it’s ever been.”
His brows rose, causing a few wrinkles to form on his forehead. I was certain he wasn’t expecting those words to come from my mouth, but I was sure he was up for the challenge.