13. Exodus “Yin” Tan #2
Breathing hard, I peeled my shirt over my head and tugged at the strings at my waist. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her—the way her lips puffed up from my kiss, the heat in her eyes and the pink of her tongue flowing over her lips.
Then her eyes dipped down to my abs and I smiled.
“Baby?” I called, my voice cracking over each syllable of the words.
She looked up.
“You can touch.” I advised her. “You don’t have to ask—ever.”
Shock flashed through her eyes, and I lifted one of her hands and placed it at the center of my chest.
When she touched me, splaying her fingers against my flesh, there was a tremble in her touch. Slowly, I leaned over her, picked up her other hand and pressed a kiss to it.
“Don’t you know you own this body?” I asked her. “I don’t know when that happened, but I?—”
She sighed. “Don’t say that—I know you don’t mean it.”
“Kitty.”
Alisha leaned upward to kiss me.
Bracing a hand by her head, I leaned her back into the bed.
“I think it’s time for me to see you naked—really, naked.”
“I—”
“Shyness out the window.” I said.
“But seeing me?—”
“We showered together. How is this different?”
“Because you weren’t looking at me then.” Her voice trembled. “We were busy with—um—other things. You weren’t focused on all—well, all of this.”
“Strip, Kitty.” I whispered against her lip. “Don’t make me tell you again. Your hesitation means you want to stop. It’s a way of say no without saying it.”
“Mm.”
Climbing off her, I sat with my back against the headboards, watching her kneel between my thighs. At first, she seemed hesitant still. It was as if she was having a million different conversations in her head before she nodded with a kind of determination so strong, I was blown away by it.
Slowly that red dress came off exposing a black bra—purple lace panties that sat against her hips.
“Turn around.” I managed.
“Ex—”
“No shyness tonight, remember?” I asked. “The old words I will take from you are no and stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Now.” I growled. “Turn—around.”
She stared at me.
“Kitty. Show me what belongs to me.”
Something flashed through her gaze. It was something hot, something that sent me primal—but I needed to hold onto my control.
Then she arched her back and I almost swallowed my tongue.
Fighting, I kept my eyes from rolling into my head as I eased to my knees to tap her ass. I loved the way it jiggled for me—perfect.
Bowing forward, I kissed one cheek.
She gasped.
I kissed the other.
She moaned.
A low rumble filled the room, and I realized too late it was coming from my chest as I dragged a palm down her back.
Wrapping my arms around her, I drew her backward into my chest as I shifted my hands around and into her bra. I played with her nipples, loving her hot breath against my face and soft whispers of my name.
“Baby.” She reached back to brace her palms to my thighs. “Don’t stop.”
As I grew hard under her body, she pressed down on me, leaving my knees weak.
Turning her, I reached behind her to undo her bra, and she instantly covered her breasts.
Anger surged through me.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked.
“No—”
“Let me see.” I demanded.
Slowly, she lowered her hands and I smiled.
Pulling her closer, I took one nipple into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue then pulled on it until she gripped the back of my head.
“Yes.” She hissed. “That feels so?—”
I switched to other while taking her free hand to make her touch me—to make her feel what she was doing to me. I wanted her to realize her body did that to me, her body made me hard.
“You did this to me, Kitty.” I lifted my mouth to her ear. “You.”
“Can I see you?” She whispered, so softly, I wasn’t sure if she’d spoken.
“Say it again?” I demanded. “But this time, don’t ask me. Tell me.”
I looked down into her eyes.
“I spend a lot of time working on my body, Kitty.” I explained. “Knowing it turns you on—well, that turns me on.”
“Don’t say that.”
She looked away and I smiled. Hooking a finger at her chin, I brought her eyes back.
“Tell me.”
“I want to see you?—”
I laid her on her back, knelt between her thighs and began undressing for her.
The wonder in her eyes made me feel so sexy all I could do was succumb to her—whatever she wanted and in that moment, as she sat up, wrapped her finger around my cock and licked the head, I knew I was in trouble.
“Are you okay?” Alisha asked.
“Perfect.” I managed, catching the back of her head and staring down into her eyes as she gagged on me. “Slowly.”
She pulled off me, licked her lips and tried again.
This time my eyes tried to cross on themselves. But I struggled to keep eye contact with her because she knew she was taking all my control—she knew that.
Watching her beautiful face between my thighs did something to me—it set of a kind of fire in me that I needed to control.
Knowing she was a good girl doing such a filthy thing tore into me. It caused a shiver to surge down my spine.
“Alisha—”
“Mm?”
She sucked on me harder and harder until I lost control and flipped her to her back on the bed. Breathing hard, I held her down to stare into her eyes, to give me a chance to catch my breath. I didn’t want to embarrass myself my coming in her hands.
She stared up into my eyes, licked her lips and tried lurching upward to me.
Being stronger than her, I held her down, moved my body to kneel between her thighs and took her slowly. Staring into her eyes as I went deeper, inch by hot wet inch, her pupils dilated and her lips opened in a scream that never materialized.
“Deeper, baby?” I managed through gritted teeth. “Tell me just how you want it, baby. How rough. How deep.”
Instead of answering with words, she struggled against where I was holding her wrists.
Releasing one of her arms, I pressed the hand at her throat and leaned forward to stare into her soul. Fear filled her gaze then and I released her completely and scrambled off her.
“Fuck.”
The sudden movement threw me off my feet and I landed on the floor by the bed. But the pain from that was nothing—I hurt more knowing I scared her.
But Alisha climbed off the bed, climbed astride me and sat on my cock, taking it deeper than before. She tossed her head back and moaned. But I couldn’t focus on how absolutely breathtaking she looked in that position.
She didn’t move—all she did was reached up to cup her own breasts then rolled her hips with me so deep, I lost all sense of time.
“Ride it.” I growled.
Still, she made no movement to do what I so desperately wanted.
Frustrated, I spanked one ass-cheek, then the other. I took no mercy in the rise and fall of my palm until she came so hard, she fell forward atop me. Her voice echoed through the room as her body shook more powerfully than any other lovers’ had.
Pushing her to the floor, I rolled her to her stomach and took her again.
This time I wasn’t gentle.
This time, because she disobeyed, I gripped her hair from behind and rode her—faster and faster until the power of her orgasm pushed me from her body.
Smiling, I sat in the chair by the bed, watching her body shake on the floor, as her fingers curled in on themselves and as her eyes rolled back.
“More.” Alisha whimpered.
“Come get it.” I demanded, stroking myself.
Weakly, she pushed to her hands and knees.
She arched her back, sticking her beautiful ass out, her breasts hanging beneath her body as she crawled toward me. Her skin glistened with sweat in the dim light, and her hair had some styling left in it.
That won’t do.
I hadn’t fucked out her curls yet—all of them.
We’re not done.