Chapter 11
Fatima
It was about to happen; I was finally about to feel Ahmad. Since I had my dream about him, I had been fantasizing about how he would feel inside me, stretching my pussy until I begged him to stop.
I know he was hesitant to follow me because of all the wine I had consumed, and although that played a small hand in what was about to happen, I knew this was what I wanted, what I’d been dreaming about.
What turned out to be a dub night was actually a blessing in disguise.
Ahmad was about to be in my house, in my bed.
My pussy was already leaking thinking about him.
All night I had been trying to keep my emotions under wraps, but whenever I looked at him, I imagined myself melting in his arms. A puddle of hormones and lust filled my body each time he graced me with that lop-sided smile.
He was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans. He said he had just got off work, but he still had my body racing.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, we pulled up to my house. I cut my car off and quickly jumped out.
Ahmad pulled up after me and did the same thing. I stared at him, noticing for the first time his bowlegged walk.
Slowly, my eyes wandered up his body and caught his eyes. They were filled with desire, passion, and lust. A warm feeling shot through me that I quickly shook off.
I grabbed Ahmad’s hand when he got to me and pulled him to my door.
As soon as we were in the house, I led him to my bedroom, dropping my purse near the front door, not giving him a chance to examine my place.
My body was on fire, my heart was racing, and my pussy was begging to be treated.
As soon as we entered my room, Ahmad turned me around and slammed me against the wall near my bedroom door.
“This is the last chance to change your mind,” he said against my ear, his breath tickling it. My chest was rising and falling slowly.
“I want this,” I assured him.
That was all it took.
Ahmad pulled away from me and connected his mouth with mine.
Finally, the lips I couldn’t keep my eyes off all night were touching mine.
His lips tasted sweet and his kiss was urgent but passionate at the same time.
He sucked on my bottom lip, causing a small moan to leave my lips.
His hands started roaming my body. His big hands gripped my breasts as his tongue invited itself into my mouth.
I pulled on it and savored its taste. “I’ve been wondering what your lips tasted like since I first saw you,” he spoke against my lips before claiming my mouth as his again. This time, his kiss was more demanding, more sensual.
My arms gripped his back and I moved them up to his neck, pulling his face more into me.
Out of nowhere, Ahmad pulled away from me. I instantly missed the closeness of his body. He stared at me intensely.
He rubbed on his tamed beard, while undressing me with his eyes. I was panting softly, regaining the air around me as mine.
“Get naked,” he demanded.
He wasn’t getting any objections from me.
Quickly, I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down.
Reaching between my legs, I undid my body suit.
The whole time I stripped, Ahmad’s eyes bore into mine.
I never lost eye contact either. A burning sensation shot through my chest as he continued to gaze at me.
The way he was looking at me made me even hornier.
His eyes were calling my body, causing me to feel wanted.
Ahmad didn’t move though. He just stood in front of me, devouring me with his eyes.
I wasn’t wearing anything under my body suit but a thong, so once I pulled it off, I was left in only that.
“Don’t,” he finally said in a husky tone.
I held the side of my panties.
Ahmad made his way to me. He gripped my hips and dipped his head down, kissing the top of my shoulder blade. I closed my eyes, enjoying the way his soft lips felt blessing my bare flesh. He started to kiss down my shoulder.
I gasped when his warm breath hovered over my breast. My breathing became shallow, and my chest rose and fell quicker.
Ahmad’s tongue slowly ran over my hardened nipple. His hand went to the other one and he slowly massaged it. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the wall, sighing.
He pulled and bit gently around my nipple, licked my nipple again, slowly, before finally pulling it into his mouth.
His wet mouth against my sensitive nipple caused my body to fire up even more. “Ahmad,” I moaned softly, running my hand over his head.
“Shit, I love when you say my name,” he mumbled against my breast before nibbling on my nipple.
He pulled up and moved his attention to the other, teasing it at first before pulling it into his mouth. He used his free hand to push my legs open, which I happily did.
His hand started rubbing on the outside of my thong.
“Damn girl,” he groaned.
Moving my thong to the side, he brushed his fingers against my wet folds.
I moaned softly.
Ahmad brought his finger to his mouth and sucked my juices off while looking up at me. My eyes were low as I licked my lips slowly. All this foreplay was killing me, but I loved the way my body was reacting to him.
Ahmad gripped my hips again and started kissing down my stomach. He circled my belly button with his tongue. I had an outie belly button, so he pulled it into his mouth and then flicked it with his tongue.
Grabbing the side of my thong, he moved it down. I stepped out of it and he flung it across the room.
“I’ve been craving to see what you tasted like.” He kissed the top of my bald mound.
He took one of my legs and lifted it over his shoulder. My eyes widened and a loud, hearty moan escaped my mouth when his tongue connected with my aching bud.
I instantly grabbed his shoulders as he hungrily devoured my pussy.
“Ahmad!” I yelled, already cumming.
He didn’t let up though.
“Grab my shoulders,” he demanded.
I stared down at him curiously but did what he said.
Suddenly I was in the air with my legs dangling over Ahmad’s shoulders. He held my thighs securely and continued eating my pussy.
I’ve never had my pussy eaten in the air. His long tongue attacked my pussy, moving in and out of my hole. Ahmad used one of his hands to rub on my clit with his thumb. He pulled my body closer to his face.
The orgasm in me built so intense that my head began to pound.
“Stop holding that shit back,” he mumbled against my pussy.
I gripped his dreads and tossed my head back. My stomach clenched and my mouth dropped open.
“Ahmaddddd!” I bellowed, releasing in his mouth. He held my legs tighter and pulled on my clit harder.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head until my body finally went numb. Good thing I was still against the wall because I was sure I would have fallen if not.
Ahmad turned around and my eyes snapped open.
He made his way to my bed, still with me on his shoulders. Slowly bending down, he laid me on the bed.
“I knew it was smart for me to wait for dessert.” I swallowed hard and blushed.
I was trying to regulate my breathing and he was causing it to speed up again.
Ahmad reached behind him and pulled his wallet out. He removed a gold wrapper and placed the wallet back into his pocket before removing his clothes.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I had to stop myself from drooling.
Ahmad in clothes didn’t do him justice. His body was like a beautiful, sculpted art piece.
The tattoos didn’t stop at his arms. His stomach and chest were covered too.
Just like I imagined, his chest was inked to perfection.
The v-cut leading down to his dick caused my eyes to follow it.
My breath caught staring at the beautiful piece of chocolate in front of me. His dick was long and thick but smooth. It had a small curve to it and was a shade lighter than his skin color.
Ahmad slid the condom on his dick after he opened it. Without thought, my legs spread as he made his way to my bed. He hovered over me and stared me in the eye.
“You’re trouble, Fatima. Do you know that?” He moved his dick up and down my pussy.
“No!” I confessed breathlessly.
“Well, now you do. Shit!” he groaned, pushing into me.
Gasping loudly, I gripped his back as his dick stretched my walls. “Just like I knew it would be. Wet, warm, and tight,” he grunted, connecting his lips with mine.
Slowly, we engaged in a passionate kiss as he started moving in and out of me. The dream I had about Ahmad didn’t do him justice. His dick was like kryptonite. My body instantly submitted to him.
He kissed down my mouth, biting on my chin before moving to my neck and nuzzling his face in it.
The effect of the wine had long gone, but now I was drunk off Ahmad.
My legs spread wider and Ahmad sunk deeper into me. I moaned softly, calling his name out.
“You got to stop saying my name like that, baby.” Baby. My heart swelled when that left his mouth, and I started cumming again. The way he said it dripped affection, passion, and lust all in one.
“You feel so good, Ahmad,” I cried, arching my back and moving against him.
He moved his face down and attacked my breasts. His strokes became quicker.
“Your pussy feels like fucking heaven, baby. So fucking wet, so fucking tight.” He lifted and stared down at me.
The look on his face was serious. His bushy eyebrows knitted together. It looked like he was in deep thought. He glanced down at his dick moving in and out of me. He tucked the corner of his bottom lip in his mouth and his eyes slanted.
Ahmad grabbed my legs and lifted them, pushing them back. My knees damn near touched my forehead, but I didn’t complain.
He held my legs and started pumping in and out of me faster. I gripped my sheets and squeezed my eyes shut. He started circling his hips into me, hitting my g-spot over and over.
“Right there,” I forced out.
“Where? Here?” He pulled out of me and then pushed in with force. My body jerked.
He repeated the motion and gave me a cocky grin. “Or here?”
“Yes, right there!” I cried.