“Nah.” He yawned. “Got too much on my mind. Thanks for letting me crash here tonight.”
“Like you even have to ask…” she murmured as she picked up her green hookah, lit the thing, and blew out bountiful loops of compact, gray smoke. After a while, she took hold of the remote control and began switching channels, her eyes glazing over in a seductive sort of way.
“I didn’t want to go home,” he sighed behind a yawn. “Paw had one of his episodes and left me exhausted.”
“What happened?” Smoke danced around her face.
“He was screaming that he wanted to go home… still believed he had his house and that Mawmaw was alive. He looked at me and thought I was my father, again.” He touched his leg, pressed on it, trying to feel something real, so the surreal shit inside of him—the nasty, unnamed pain—would be hidden behind it all. “He’s alright now though… but I still just needed a break.”
“I understand.” She blew more rings of the tobacco-laced smoke out and lovingly tapped his arm.
“I’m glad Denise could stay with Paw.” He slid his hand down his face, exhausted inside and out. “This week has not been the best, that’s for sure.”
“Well, it can get better.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss, paired with a sweet smile, before setting her hookah down on the nightstand.
“I like your hair… Who plaited it like this? You?” He felt the shiny, dark braids as she settled against him.
“Yeah.” She reached up and touched them, too. “It takes too long so I rarely do it but I wanted my hair in a protective style for a little while, no fuss.”
Her hair reminded him of perfectly coiffed, ebony rows of twisted satin. There was something therapeutic about the feel of her crown against his fingertips. Silver laid her head on his shoulder, her robe dropping open as she positioned herself just so, but not before exposing her left breast in the process. He stared at it for a moment or two, taking note that she was completely oblivious that her titty was sending out party invitations, none the wiser of a shindig going on. The woman continued to channel surf, seeming to dance with the notion of falling asleep at any moment. She landed upon a music video: Miguel’s ‘How Many Drinks?’
Wrapping his arm around her back with one hand, he fingered her robe the rest of the way open with the other, bent down, and pushed his lips into the soft tissue of the glorious globe. He didn’t miss the way her chest rose and fell as he buried his face in it. He cupped the thing; the slight heaviness spurred him on as he engulfed her nipple. An ever so slight whimper escaped her mouth. He massaged, tenderly at first, then harder. His dick swelled. Her other breast invited him over for a tempting taste.
“You smell so good, baby. So clean…I wanna fuck you.”
Laying her down, he submitted to a ravenous, primitive craving. Flinging the rest of her robe away, he deposited fast, eager kisses up and down her body. When he reached her slightly curled toes, the nails painted clear, he climbed back up her temple, offering his last peck of affection atop her cornrowed head. She seemed to appreciate the sight of him undressing. Picking up his wallet, he sifted through a bunch of papers and receipts. There, near the one for the ring he’d recently purchased, he found a Magnum condom. Placing the wallet down on the nightstand, he tossed the rubber on the bed and turned her over, slamming her down onto her stomach.
She struggled to find purchase in the melee of twisted sheets as he manhandled her. Then, he gripped her from the waist and hoisted her ass into the air, bringing her right up close and personal. He slithered his tongue up and down the crack of her perfect ass.
Crying out a curse, she reached behind herself and dug her short, hard nails into his shoulder. The soft bottoms of her feet pressed into each of his hips. He reached her zone, pushed her down roughly, and buried his face in her pussy lips.
The texture of soft hairs along them turned him on while the scent of her love made his cock thicken painfully. Prying the soft lower lips apart, he slid his tongue between them, hard and fast, up and down, until she shuddered in his grip. Her ass was so close to his face, he feared he might just nut right there on his damn thighs, before he’d even gotten a chance to push his hungry dick deep inside her.
He gently pulled her pussy further open, gaining better access to the sweet honey pot. When he dipped his tongue in and out of her, she moaned and shuddered and creamed.
“Yes! Eat my pussy, baby! That feels so good!” She grinded against his face, practically sitting on it as he drove his tongue in and out of her.
“It tastes so fuckin’ good, baby! I could eat you all damn day. Rub your wet pussy all over my face! Come on!” He slapped her ass, made it sting, while with his forefinger and thumb, he kept stretching her open for his gratification. The wet, slick pinkness of the feminine flesh framed by the velvety, rich cocoa complexion made him more eager to sink his dick inside of her love. But first, he had to get his baby off, despite how famished he was for her.
He looped his forearm around her waist and drew her in close as he ran his finger up and down her slick clit. She bucked against him, almost losing her balance as he worked her from the front and the back. Out the corner of his eye, he took notice of the way she gripped the sheets, shook her head back and forth, and cooed as if she were on the verge of euphoric tears…
“You can’t stop me, Silver. I’m going to make you cum. You’re almost there… let me taste that shit!” He rammed his tongue inside of her, twirling it in frantic circles, back and forth and counterclockwise. She shook so hard, as if having some seizure. He gripped her tight against him, kept her steady as he finished her off. Her screams rang out while his hand glided against her clit, getting the last few drops of her love for his consumption. Panting, she fell flat against the sheets, spent like a last dime…
He quickly turned her over onto her back and placed a pillow beneath her ass, propping her up. As if to get them more in the mood, Trey Songz sung ‘On Top’ in the background.
“Let’s put this here, get better access to your G-spot so I can hit it hard and deep…”
Despite her exhaustion, she smiled knowingly. In slow motion, she caressed one of her breasts with a slow hand. He paused, falling prisoner to the show before him. The dark, hard nipple disappeared and reappeared as her hand moved. “Suck your titty for me…” He reached for her clit once more, delivering titillating feathery caresses.
Sitting up on her elbow, she brought the breast to her lips and took the nipple into her mouth. Her tongue roved slowly over the thing, round and around, her gaze never leaving his.
“Shit… I like that, baby. Rub your pussy… Open that shit up and let me see it real good, too.”
She did as she was asked, her teeth sinking seductively into her lower lip.
“Rub your dick.”
And he did, too…
She played with herself, with the petals of her love, while he held his cock with one hand and stroked it hard and long with the other. He groaned when she dipped one of her fingers inside herself and pumped her pelvis as if fucking her own hand.
He grew a bit envious he wasn’t the one in there…
“Silver, mmmm, baby… Yes…yes, baby, just like that…”
His digits soon became slippery from his own precum as his excitement mounted to a fever pitch. Unable to take any of it a second longer, he reached for the condom, then paused. Never in his life had he had intercourse without a rubber. Never even considered it.
Probably because of what had happened so long ago… Something about the whole situation had scared the living shit out of him. He also didn’t want to be a father without being ready…but with Silver, he actually hesitated to rip that damn thing open and slide it on, and this wasn’t the first time. He looked at her, wanting so desperately to know what it would feel like to be inside her without barriers, without hindrances… just like their relationship. Trey Songz now crooned ‘Ready to Make Love.’
What would it be like enter her and feel the sensations, exploring just like they roamed each other’s minds, free and wild? It was a strange world to be in. None of his boys knew he’d never gone raw. It was just assumed that he had at least a few times, like a coming of age, a sexual passage of sorts. He could never bring himself to do it. One mishap, one bad lapse in judgment, and his entire life could change. But making love was the most beautiful, natural thing in the world… and he wanted to make love to her, just as nature had intended it.
They’d had the discussion a couple of times in the recent past…
She was on birth control, had been for years…
She’d been tested, and they had gone together to get it done, and receive their results, too. There were no issues, no concerns… She was there, but was she willing? Silver wasn’t promiscuous; matter of fact, it had been a job trying to get into her damn pants the very first time—a lesson in immense frustration that he would not soon forget.
She was
his
woman,
his
lady, the person he saw himself with for the rest of his life. No one could replace her, top her, and damn sure not duplicate her. She was part of the reason he’d stayed put and didn’t go away to Michigan. He refused to put it to her just that way though, for his baby would be more motivated to argue, drive her sharpened point home. She didn’t want a lick of guilt for his missed opportunities. She had too much guilt as it was… so much so, it had driven her damn near out of her mind. No, he had to keep this to himself.
He had to make it seem as if it were all about Paw, but he refused to have her uproot her life when she had so much going here. The woman wanted to be in control of her own project, solo—and hell, he wanted her to have it, too. She’d worked too damn hard for too long, endured in a white male dominated field. She was the only black woman in that occupation at that company, period. She was a trailblazer. His own goals and dreams would have to take a seat to the left… but his dreams and aspirations included her, revolved around her, were built on her back and stacked against her psyche. And it was
all
right…
He looked at her long and hard, still gripping the condom wrapper, frozen in his space in time.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, sounding breathless.
“Can I make love to you without this?” He held it up higher, eyeing it as if it suddenly were a source of pain. “I want to feel you, really
feel
you…”
Her eyes narrowed on the thing, like she’d never seen it before. The gold and black wrapper glimmered as he waited, but her lack of response let him know the deal. With a sigh, he surrendered and began to rip it open when she reached up and dragged him down onto her soft breasts. She gently plucked the thing out of his hand and tossed it to the side. Where it landed, he wasn’t certain, but her expression told him everything.
She was trusting him…
She wanted him in that way, too…
And she was scared.
This was the final barrier, the line they’d never crossed, until tonight.
He layered her lips with passionate kisses and caressed her shoulder. The freshness of her skin after her shower reminded him of linen and lime, and he sniffed the air as his fingertips danced across her braided hair and lightly grinded between her wide-open thighs. The softness of her downy pubic hair brushed against his own as he rose up onto his arms and looked down on her. His ass tightened, flexing, as he continued to grind and shift between her legs, until the slickness of her pussy coated his shaft. Wrapping her hands around the small of his back, she pulled him closer again. He reached between them and gripped the head of his dick, guiding it up and down her slit, teasing, practically about to lose his mind from his own game…
She sighed and arched her back off the bed, moving to match his pelvic thrusts. He wanted to go on with this slow tease, this game of seduction, but he couldn’t take it one second longer. Positioning himself above her, he thrust fast and deep until their screams wrapped around one another and hugged for dear life.
His dick was swimming in tight wetlands… a pussy with a throbbing pulse. The sensation was too much to bear.
“Oh my God, baby…” he slurred, going out of his damn mind. “Oh… my God…”
“Deep… so deep!” She fucked him back, taking all of him, her ass rising and falling to meet his command. “Your dick is going someplace… I’ve never felt before…” she said in a voice so low, he almost missed her words. Locking her legs around his waist, he pumped harder, repeatedly talking himself out of satisfying her with his cream way too soon.
“Silver, I’m going to fill your entire pussy up when I cum, baby. Shit! You have
no
idea how
good
you fucking feel! This is too damn good!”
“Keep fucking me, Zenith! Keep fucking me, don’t stop!”
Her damn bed rocked back and forth, threatening to break apart.
“You hear that? Damn!” The wetness of her pussy against his gliding dick and the rapid thrusts created a sound he’d never heard before. His ears heeded new fuck music that made his heart sing, and his eyes saw things he’d never witnessed before. His dick felt the wetness of a woman he loved, flesh to flesh; he could smell their chemistry combined instead of the scent of a condom growing warm with the rhythmic motions.
“I couldn’t imagine… doing this with anyone but YOU!” He was so in love, sharing something he’d never had. He became instantly addicted after the first raw thrust.
“I’m yours. The pussy is all yours, baby… It’s only you that I want.”
“Fuck… I want to spend the rest of my life between your legs… eating your pussy, fucking your pussy. Baby, let me see you cum.” He pressed his body against hers and slicked his tongue between her lips while reaching down and toying with her clit, driving her crazy. Her moans grew louder and she sprang up against his chest. Silver wrapped her body so tightly around him, she felt like a human blanket. Her lean, warm physique embraced him in ways she’d never understand. His eyes glazed over as she trembled beneath him, a beautiful orgasm unwrapping like a gift right before his eyes. Before he could finish viewing the magic unfolding, he pumped hard and fast. His cock had a mind of its own.