CHAPTER TWELVE IESHA #3
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as I lifted my shirt over my head.
When he reopened them, he went straight to my nipple with his tongue.
He gently caressed the other with his thumb.
My eyes closed involuntarily, and my head dropped back.
I slid my hands up his neck to the back of his head, holding him in place.
I glided my nails on it because I knew he liked that.
His tongue journeyed to the other nipple, then he had the bright idea to push my titties together and suck both nipples at once. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I grinded against him until I came in my underwear. He smacked my ass, forcing me to groan loudly.
“I’m finna fuck you up so good, baby.”
He slid his hands inside my leggings and gripped my flesh before having me stand. The way he jerked my shit off me, I knew I was in trouble. He was gonna tear me to shreds in the most pleasing way. Good thing Kareem wasn’t here.
“Get your thick, sexy ass up here, girl.”
Pulling me to him, I stood on the couch and watched him slump. When he pulled me down on his face, I gripped the back of the couch and practically howled. He’d gone straight to my spot. He smacked my ass again, and I began rolling my hips against his face.
Stopping for a moment, he said, “Ride my face until your heart’s content. Go to the theme park on my shit, Iesha. I ain’t scared, girl.”
That was all the confirmation I needed. I did just as he said until I was cumming all over him.
He pulled my legs from under me, causing me to fall on the couch.
His shirt hit the floor, and I watched him pull a condom from his pocket.
This nigga strapped up between my blinks and slid into my paradise like he needed it to breathe.
My cervix must’ve contained the oxygen, because that nigga was punching her upside her damn head.
“Oh fuuuuck! Seven! Shit!”
I gripped the skin on his back, then scratched the fuck out of him as he lifted my leg, placing it in the crook of his arm. He growled and dug even deeper it seemed.
“Oh fuck! I love your pussy, baby.”
“She . . . loves you . . . toooooo!”
I came on his dick easily. It was like he knew exactly where my spots were and beat them senseless. I was so addicted to his dick, I already knew, if I lived with him, I wouldn’t get any work done. We would either be fucking or I would be sleeping.
Seven went up on his knees and started slow stroking me as he watched the action.
My body was trembling all over and goosebumps had appeared all over me.
He lifted his eyes to mine and held my gaze, then licked his tinted pink lips.
This nigga was gonna have me strung out in a minute.
He gripped my legs at the knees and pushed them forward as far as they would go.
Being that I was a cheerleader in high school, I was pretty flexible.
My knees practically touched my shoulders, like the skinny chicks.
I just had to spread them open wider. He hovered over me and stroked me until tears streamed down my face.
Our eye contact never wavered. It was so damn intense, it had brought tears to my eyes and down my face. We were truly locked in.
“I love you, baby. I promise, I’m gon’ always do right by you. You don’t have to doubt or overthink anything about me. I won’t keep shit from you no more. Damn. You everything I want, and that shit caught me by surprise. Fuck! Take ownership of me, Iesha. I’m yo’ nigga, girl. Always will be.”
My tears were on overflow as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. I loved the way he expressed himself. “Seveeeen . . . oh my God, baby. I love you. Shit!”
I came again, squeezing his dick like it owed me something. My body, mind, and soul wanted Seven . . . needed Seven . . . craved Seven.
All his foolishness was welcomed when I put it against life without him.
I was miserable the past three days. Just the way he texted me back to apologize for how he spoke to me in his moment of distress told me just how much he loved me.
I couldn’t hold his words against him. PJ was hanging on by a thread, and I wasn’t there for him.
This man’s soul was intertwined with mine.
We were better together, and I saw that last week before everything hit the fan.
“Ieshaaaaa, fuuuuck!” he yelled as his body reddened and trembled with passion.
He was so close to exploding. “Give it to me, Seven! Your pain . . . your sorrow . . . your love . . . Give it all to me. I can help you through it, baby.”
He lifted his head and stared at me, his face red as hell. He continued stroking me, slightly picking up the pace. He brought his hand to my neck and gently choked me as I bit my bottom lip.
“Squeeze it harder,” I said, taunting him.
He frowned and did as I said.
“Harder.”
His grip tightened, and his strokes deepened. My head dropped back as I yelled, “Oh fuck!”
He really started fucking me, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. “Oh, you a freak and shit? Wait until we move in together. I’ma have you gagged and bound all the fucking time.”
I squirted as he wore me out. When he finally came, he collapsed on me, both of us panting like crazy.
“It feels good to be home, Iesha. I’ma buy you another couch, baby.”
I giggled slightly. “It feels good to have you home, Seven.”