9. River
Erissa was playing with fire. She had no idea how much restraint I’d shown since the moment I laid eyes on her. Had I met her under different circumstances, my one and only goal would have been to get her into my bed.
I had enough sense not to do anything that would cause her to resign from her job as Riverlynn’s nanny, so I’d been on my best behavior. Over the past few weeks, I’d had the pleasure of getting to know Erissa, something I hadn’t taken the time to do with many women.
The more I got to know her, the stronger my desire for her became. Every day, I battled to keep from verbalizing my intrusive thoughts about what I wanted to do to her pussy. She walked around the house in leggings, short shorts, and crop tops, showing off her solid, lean frame.
The number of times I’d imagined her legs on my shoulders was unreal, and she was half the reason I couldn’t deny the women who were offering up their pussy. I needed some relief after being around Erissa’s pretty ass and not being able to have her.
Now that I knew we were on the same page, I planned to give her the time of her life. I hoped she was mentally and physically ready for what was about to happen. It had been over a week since I’d last had sex, but the offers to hook up came daily.
On the nights I was determined to go home and stay, I turned my second phone off and put it in my office when I came home, to avoid the temptation. I always wanted to fuck, and my flesh was weak as hell.
As each day passed, thoughts of burying my face and dick in Erissa’s pussy invaded my mind. Today, I was prepared to do something about it, and from the look and sound of it, she was too.
“I would’ve never guessed you had such a potty mouth.”
“I reserve it for special people.”
“You think I’m special?”
“I’m not sure yet, but you have the potential to be. Now, do you want this pussy or not?”
She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.
My eyes zoomed in on her breasts, which weren’t big but were enough to fill my mouth.
I didn’t need any other signs to get with the program, so I grabbed the waistband of her shorts with one hand, and she lifted her hips just enough for me to pull them over her ass and down her legs.
The blanket she’d covered herself with blocked my view of her pussy, so it had to go to the floor with her shorts. Her legs were open just wide enough for me to get a glimpse of her juicy pussy. My mouth watered, and I licked my bottom lip before biting it.
I’d waited long enough for this moment, and didn’t want to wait a second longer, so I slid my big ass to the floor, put her legs on my shoulders, and made my most recent fantasy a reality.
“Oh shit!” She screamed when my mouth made contact with her southern set of lips.
She was already wet as hell, so as my tongue slipped over and between her folds, my fingers slid into her tight hole with ease. She moaned, cursed, and called out to God while I got lost in the goodness that was her.
I was already addicted to her enticing aroma, sweet taste, and the way her pussy lips felt against my tongue. I French kissed her pussy, stopping to suck on her clit as she requested, as my index and middle fingers massaged her walls gently.
“River! Oh my God!”
I glanced up, noticing her pinching her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and filed that bit of information in my memory bank for later use. Her hips gyrated uncontrollably as her pussy pulsed around my fingers.
The orgasm that ripped through her body was the sexiest shit I’d ever seen in my life. I had so much precum seeping from my dick, I thought I’d busted prematurely, but my dick was still as hard as steel.
“Give it to me, baby. Just like that. Let that shit go,” I urged while massaging her clit with my thumb.
I slowly eased my fingers from her center and put them in my mouth, sucking off all the remnants of her. She watched me with her eyes half open and her chest heaving up and down.
“You taste like something I need in my daily diet.”
She smiled lazily, then said, “You’ve probably said that to every woman who's been blessed with that magical mouth of yours.”
“I don’t usually eat pussy like that, but I want yours added to the menu. Can that be arranged?”
“Maybe.”
I stood, took my shirt off, pushed my shorts down, and stepped out of them. My dick stood at attention because he was already jealous of my mouth and fingers. When I noticed her eyes light up at the sight of my dick, I grabbed it and stroked it a few times.
“You think you can handle it?” I asked with a cocky grin.
She responded, matching my cockiness, “I’m ready to find out.”
I sat beside her, and before I could tell her to straddle me, she’d swung her leg over my thighs, and we were chest to chest with my dick snuggled between her ass cheeks.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed a woman while in the throes of passion, but the urge to cover Erissa’s lips with mine was strong.
I rubbed my hands up and down her sides as I stared at her lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to press mine against hers. Instead, I cupped her breasts, bringing them to my mouth and devouring them.
She ground her hot pussy against the space between my dick and my lower stomach, letting her head fall back. The thirst to feel our lips connect and our tongues intertwine increased, and I couldn’t fight it any longer.
I released her breasts and grabbed the front of her neck with one hand, pulling her face close to mine. With our foreheads connected, our rapid breathing in sync, and our mouths mere millimeters from each other’s, I still couldn’t bring myself to kiss her.
“Kiss me. You know you want to,” she whispered.
“Kissing you makes you mine. Is that what you want?”
She slowly and carefully lifted her ass, reached between us to grab my dick, lined it up with her hole, and eased down gingerly. Her eyes closed, and she bit her bottom lip while her pussy was stretched wide by my girth.
“Mmm, shit,” she moaned.
“Fuck! Should I take this as a yes?”
“Take it whatever way you want, as long as you fuck as good as you eat pussy.”
Her forwardness in this situation was a complete contrast to who she was most of the time. Although she seemed to freely speak her mind on topics we discussed, I would’ve never expected her to be so candid with her desires. I was pleasantly surprised.
The deeper my dick went inside her, the tighter I squeezed her neck. When I was fully submerged in her goodness, I released her neck, our lips connected, and our tongues intertwined.
I held onto her waist and ever so tenderly stroked her from the bottom. Sublime. Supernatural. Otherworldly. Those were the words that came to mind to describe her pussy as I lost myself in a pleasure I’d never experienced before.
Erissa had to be made for me because I’d fucked hundreds of women, and none of them had ever elicited the desire to kiss them this way. At this point, I was ready to lock her down, change her name, and fill her with my seeds.
Her pussy was the kind that made you want it forever, and the thought of her giving it to someone else had me ready to risk everything I’d worked so hard for. Every ooh and ahh that escaped her lips went straight to my heart, and I had no fucking idea what to do with this feeling.
“Oh my God, River. My God, my God, my God!” she screamed.
She held onto my shoulders, bracing herself for every stroke, each one deeper than the previous. Her mouth opened slightly as her eyes rolled, and her hardened nipples brushed against my chest.
Her sexy love faces did something to me, and I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t release prematurely. My hands moved to cup her ass, and I guided her up and down my dick. When I felt her throbbing around me, it was a battle to keep my orgasm at bay.
“River! Shit, baby! I’m cummin’!” she yelled.
At that point, those words were music to my ears because I was fighting a losing battle as my nut fought to fill her womb.
“Are you on—shit! Ahh, fuck!”
I tried to lift her off my dick, but my mind and reflexes weren’t on one accord, and truth be told, her pussy felt too good to pull out. Her head fell onto my shoulder, and her body became limp on top of mine.
Our chests collided with each inhale as we caught our breath, and neither of us spoke for several minutes. I slowly moved my hands up and down her back for a minute before wrapping my arms around her frame.
“I’m about to get up. Hold on tight.”
When I stood, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as well as her arms around my neck.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To bed so I can fuck you properly.”
I watched Erissa sleep for a few minutes before I got out of bed to start my morning. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just her beauty that had me feeling things that were foreign to me. I hadn’t quite figured out what it was, but I didn’t want to shy away from my feelings.
Like clockwork, Riverlynn’s babbling summoned me not long after I finished my shower. She was usually content for about ten minutes, so I had enough time to take care of the rest of my hygiene and get dressed.
When I returned to my bedroom, after feeding and changing Riverlynn’s diaper in the nursery, Erissa was awake.
For some reason, her eyes avoided mine, and I didn’t like that.
After placing Riverlynn on the bed next to her, I slipped my finger under Erissa’s chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look at me.
“What’s that about?” I asked.
“What’s what about?
“You can’t look at me now?”
She pushed my hand from her face and looked away.
“River, it’s too early to guess what you’re talking about.”
“This is what I’m talking about. Why won’t you look at me? And don’t lie.”
She sighed before saying, “We crossed a lot of lines last night.”
“Just one, and I like it over here, but I can already tell you’re overthinking.”
“You don’t think I should be?”
“No. I think we’re two consenting adults who did some adult things. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”