free, he sucks them into his mouth. “So sweet.” He palms my ass and squeezes hard, delivering a slap. The sting spreads heat throughout my body. “Let’s take this in the bedroom.” His commanding voice has me walking toward the hallway as my juices drip onto my upper thighs. He presses on the small of my back. “On your knees with your ass in the air.”
I climb onto the bed and scramble onto all fours. He grips my thighs and tugs me to the edge, burying his face in my ass. He tongue darts out and flicks my clit once, twice, and he plunges into my heat. I grip the sheets as I move my hips, riding his tongue.
He pulls away.
“No,” I beg.
He thrusts two fingers and circles my puckered hole with his tongue. The dual sensations have me panting and shaking. My orgasm hits me like a meteor from the sky, and I go off, squirting as I shatter.
“Oh yeah, baby, give me that sweetness.” He nips my ass and helps me back up onto my knees. I hear the sound of his clothing hitting the ground. When he pats my pussy with his dick, I place my face against the soft sheets, so ready to feel him move inside of me. He slips his cock between my wet lips and pushes back and forth, tapping my clit with each pass.
“Edgar,” I moan.
“You ready for me, Efia?”
“God, yes.”
He slips the tip in and works his way inside inch by inch, stretching me with a pleasurable pain. I pant as I feel him skin to skin fully for the first time. It’s more than sex; it’s a coming together of souls on a cosmic level. After he feeds me his length, he bends to kiss his way down my spine.
“Love you, Efia.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper as he pulls out and slides back in. Time slows as we move together. The pace quickens. His balls slap my ass as our bodies come together. I wrap my arms around his neck as he drives inside me, hitting a spot that has me damn near drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes, Edgar. Please. I need to come.”
“Gonna come for me, darling?” His gravelly tone in my right ear has me teetering on the edge.
“Oh, yes.”
He moves his hand down to stroke my clit, and I clamp down on his dick, coating him with my cream as I convulse.
“Ah, shit,” he hisses, and gives me the geyser of warm liquid I love a few seconds later. Spent, we collapse on the bed and I listen to his heart beating against my back before he pulls out and moves us to the center of the bed. I suck down air, greedy to fill my burning lungs as waves of pleasure continue to flow through my body.
“Hey.”
Turning my head to face him, I give him a slow smile.
“You doing okay?”
“Not even the word for it.”
He chuckles and kisses me sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m halfway to sleep when he returns. “Spread your legs.” He wipes me clean with a warm washcloth, and I know this is the man I’m going to spend my forever with. He disappears briefly, and we crawl under the covers.
“I love you, Edgar.”
“Love you, too, darling.” He pulls me close, and I relax into his warmth, drifting off at peace and completely in sync with my man.
***
Edgar
I gather the pile of mail from the box and laugh. The last thing I wanted to do after finally having sex with my woman was leave her side, so I’d spent the week living from her house until my selection of clothing was depleted and I had to come home. Thanks to the marvels of the digital age, I didn’t even have to be here to pay my bills.
I take the bundle to the table and begin to sort. I roll my eyes at the flyers and loan offers. Nope. I tear them into tiny pieces and move on. An official letter catches my eye. Texas Department of Health? I rip the paper open. Acknowledgement of paternity for Betty Lucille Bird? My stomach churns. According to this piece of paper I have an eight-month-old daughter with Marilyn.
Sweat coats my forehead. I sway as I grow lightheaded. Suddenly her insistence that we have a child makes sense. Jesus
I climb onto the bed and scramble onto all fours. He grips my thighs and tugs me to the edge, burying his face in my ass. He tongue darts out and flicks my clit once, twice, and he plunges into my heat. I grip the sheets as I move my hips, riding his tongue.
He pulls away.
“No,” I beg.
He thrusts two fingers and circles my puckered hole with his tongue. The dual sensations have me panting and shaking. My orgasm hits me like a meteor from the sky, and I go off, squirting as I shatter.
“Oh yeah, baby, give me that sweetness.” He nips my ass and helps me back up onto my knees. I hear the sound of his clothing hitting the ground. When he pats my pussy with his dick, I place my face against the soft sheets, so ready to feel him move inside of me. He slips his cock between my wet lips and pushes back and forth, tapping my clit with each pass.
“Edgar,” I moan.
“You ready for me, Efia?”
“God, yes.”
He slips the tip in and works his way inside inch by inch, stretching me with a pleasurable pain. I pant as I feel him skin to skin fully for the first time. It’s more than sex; it’s a coming together of souls on a cosmic level. After he feeds me his length, he bends to kiss his way down my spine.
“Love you, Efia.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper as he pulls out and slides back in. Time slows as we move together. The pace quickens. His balls slap my ass as our bodies come together. I wrap my arms around his neck as he drives inside me, hitting a spot that has me damn near drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes, Edgar. Please. I need to come.”
“Gonna come for me, darling?” His gravelly tone in my right ear has me teetering on the edge.
“Oh, yes.”
He moves his hand down to stroke my clit, and I clamp down on his dick, coating him with my cream as I convulse.
“Ah, shit,” he hisses, and gives me the geyser of warm liquid I love a few seconds later. Spent, we collapse on the bed and I listen to his heart beating against my back before he pulls out and moves us to the center of the bed. I suck down air, greedy to fill my burning lungs as waves of pleasure continue to flow through my body.
“Hey.”
Turning my head to face him, I give him a slow smile.
“You doing okay?”
“Not even the word for it.”
He chuckles and kisses me sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m halfway to sleep when he returns. “Spread your legs.” He wipes me clean with a warm washcloth, and I know this is the man I’m going to spend my forever with. He disappears briefly, and we crawl under the covers.
“I love you, Edgar.”
“Love you, too, darling.” He pulls me close, and I relax into his warmth, drifting off at peace and completely in sync with my man.
***
Edgar
I gather the pile of mail from the box and laugh. The last thing I wanted to do after finally having sex with my woman was leave her side, so I’d spent the week living from her house until my selection of clothing was depleted and I had to come home. Thanks to the marvels of the digital age, I didn’t even have to be here to pay my bills.
I take the bundle to the table and begin to sort. I roll my eyes at the flyers and loan offers. Nope. I tear them into tiny pieces and move on. An official letter catches my eye. Texas Department of Health? I rip the paper open. Acknowledgement of paternity for Betty Lucille Bird? My stomach churns. According to this piece of paper I have an eight-month-old daughter with Marilyn.
Sweat coats my forehead. I sway as I grow lightheaded. Suddenly her insistence that we have a child makes sense. Jesus
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