When Sparks Fly (Sexy Secrets Book 2) by Nycole S. Bailey Page B

for you.” 
    I nod my head – hopefully, not too
eagerly.  She situates herself, sweeps her hair behind her ears and lowers her
head.  I let out a loud sigh when her mouth engulfs my cock.  There are no
words….just aagghhh….her mouth is so wet and warm.  It takes everything in me
to still my hips and not pump up into her mouth.  Long, wet pulls have me
whispering her name as she slowly and damn near reverently sucks my cock.  When
she swirls her tongue around the head before engulfing most of it, I think I
bite my tongue, because I swear I taste blood. 
    She gets a little too eager a bit
later and I feel teeth on my cock – and not in a good way. 
    “Watch your teeth,” I say as I use
both hands to gather up her braids and hold them at the top of her head - so I
can see what she’s doing and to guide her movements if I need to.  When she
nips the head of my cock with her teeth again, my hands are still in her hair
and I gently pull her head up. 
    “No more teeth Baby Girl.” 
    She nods at me wide-eyed, looking
scared.
    “I’m sorry.”
    I give her a smile to let her know
that I am not upset. 
    “You like ice cream?”  I ask.  She
looks at me with a puzzled expression before slowly nodding her head.
    “You like chocolate ice cream?”
    I can see a look of understanding
enter her eyes as she gives me a hint of a smile before nodding her head again.
    “Well, lick my cock like you would
if you had a chocolate ice cream cone in your hand and it was melting.”
    Her hint of a smile morphs into a
sexy smile before she lowers her head and gives my cock a long lick - from base
to tip.  Turns out Baby Girl is an excellent licker of chocolate ice cream
cones because a few minutes later I am about to cum. 
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    Olivia
    I wake up to a big hand rubbing up
and down my back.  It feels warm through my t-shirt.  I smile to myself
remembering that I am at Isaac’s house and in his bed.
    “You awake Olivia?” he asks softly
as he continues to rub my back, slowly waking me up.  I open my eyes, turn my
head and see him sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed again.
    “Hey,” I say.  My voice sounds
scratchy to my own ears.  He gives me that dimpled smile and once again, it
makes me feel as if I have just gone down a steep hill on a bicycle with no
brakes.
    I slowly sit up and he hands me my
jeans.  I take a moment or two to put them on before I trek to his bathroom to
freshen up.  My reflection in the mirror surprises me.  Even though I have just
awakened, I look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 
    This must be what good sex does for
a person.
    After I am satisfied with my
appearance (I leave my hoodie on his bed), we finally emerge from his bedroom
and trek down the hall. 
    We descend the stairs, but I pause
when I hear people talking.  Isaac whispers to me.
    “They are going to love you Olivia.
 Trust me.”  He places a kiss to the side of my head and urges me forward.
    As we continue our descent, I am
finding it hard to believe that I have known Isaac for only a week.  If feels
as if I have known him for years.  I am usually super shy and ultra-awkward
around guys I like, but with Isaac, none of that is happening.  Being with him
is like slipping into my favorite sweatshirt.
    When we reach the first floor, he
takes my hand and leads me back to the large kitchen.  My eyes seek out my dog
first.  I see Chewy asleep in what looks like a wicker laundry basket with a
blanket in it.  Satisfied that Chewy is content, I take in the scene before
me.  A couple is sitting at the end of the big table; the woman has a cute
pixie haircut and she is straddling the man in the chair.  I can’t see their
faces, but I see his big, dark hands resting on her ass, kneading ever so
slightly as she talks to him softly.  Every so often, she takes a sip from a
wine glass. 
    At the other end of the table, a
cute white guy (the same one I saw at the gym on Monday with Isaac) is