I allowed her to walk ahead of me as we entered her room. Once there, she stepped to the side and waited for me to make the first move. I pulled up a chair from the corner and sat it at the end of her bed facing her headboard.
“What’s that for?” She asked sheepishly.
“Lay on your back, baby,” I instructed. She lay there a bit awkwardly at first. I felt the nerves bouncing off of her. I went to her and kissed her lips. My dick was already at attention, and it felt like it had a mind of its own and wanted to enter her after feeling the wetness of her slick folds. She deepened our kiss and grabbed my dick in her soft hands. I had to break away. I eased away from her because if I didn’t, I was going to get what I wanted. What I’d been waiting for. Tonight, I wanted something different.
“Marcos…” She called to me as I slipped from her grasp to sit down. I saw her lying there, nipples erect like chocolate chips begging me to taste them. Her body twitched with anticipation.
“It’s my birthday, right?” I asked as I walked the length of the bed.
“Yes.”
“Then I have one wish.”
“Okay.” She said nervously.
“I want to see your hands on your pussy, baby. I want you to touch yourself while I watch you. I want you to make yourself cum over and over while I stroke my dick to the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
“What?” She said, sitting up.
“I got you. Just pretend like I’m not even here.” I needed to help her relax. I looked inside one of her drawers and pulled out a silk scarf.
“Show me how you play when you are feeling free. When no one is around to judge you.” Her eyes held hints of fear, but they also dripped with lust. I went back to the bed and tied the scarf around her eyes. I captured her lips in mine while I parted her legs wide. I trailed my kisses down to her pretty pussy and slipped the bud into my mouth that was calling my name. I knew she needed the motivation to get started.
“Aaahhh, fuck,” she moaned, and as soon as I took my mouth away, her right hand went straight to her center, and the left hand found her breast.
“That’s it, baby. Play with that pussy and tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
I settled back into the seat again. I grabbed the blunt that I rolled on her nightstand last night, lit it, and took an inhale. That shit was right where I left it. Shit like that was priceless. She kept it there because she knew I would be back. She wasn’t hiding from me, and small gestures like that let me know she didn’t have anyone else in her space. I never put too much into things, but there were a few women I tried to get close to, and I would peep shit like that easily. I would leave something there at their house, and the shit would magically disappear. I couldn’t blame anyone who kept their options open, but it was justdifferent when you could tell a person was really rocking with you. I didn’t need a bunch of women. All I needed was the one lying before me, making all my damn fantasies come to life.
She moaned as she sank a finger inside of herself. I licked my lips in hunger as she continued to strum away. First, she was a little shy, but she opened up and started getting in rhythm and bucking her hips. She raised her chocolate brown legs to help me get a better view, and my hand went to my dick. This muthafucka was so damn hard it could chop a brick. She was getting close to her orgasm as her legs started to shake and her pretty manicured toes began to flex.
“Stop!” I commanded.
“What?” She whined, sitting up.
“Come here.”
I needed a closer look. I wanted to see her eruption up close and personal.
“Baby.” She whined again but didn’t move. I went to the side of the bed and pulled her by the hand. With her free one, she quickly found my dick and made me shudder.
“Not yet, baby. Just a little more.” I instructed and led her to the chair. I sat down and widened her legs, placing her right foot on the seat of the chair while her left foot remained on the ground to steady herself.
“Show me, baby.” I urged, and her hands went back to her pussy without much insistence this time. My eyes locked in attentively. Her left hand rubbed her clit while two fingers from her right pushed in and out of her hole. I paid attention to the pace and pressure. I documented it in my mind so I could know how to replicate it. When her body started ticking, and she started hitting that perfect chorus, I scooted down in my seatand held my tongue right below her opening. Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami.
I held her upright and dangled my tongue beneath her, waiting for the moment I could taste her nectar. Her cum leaked down like honey, and when it landed on my tongue, it tasted like the thing’s dreams were made of. I knew how to make a woman feel good, but with her, I wanted more. I wanted to satisfy her and learn what made her come undone completely. That’s the problem with a lot of niggas. Every woman isn’t the same, and you couldn’t fuck your woman like the women you've been with in the past. I would listen to her tell me what she liked, and I would listen to her body as it responded to me.
Right now, she needed to be filled. Her body called for me, and I could no longer sit. The expressiveness of her moans had the precum oozing from my tip, and I was loving every second. Her body was mine. She was my fantasy. A fucking Goddess if you ask me, and I would always treat her as such.
Chapter 16
Dyami
Ithought I was ready, but I damn sure was not! When the blindfold slipped from my eyes, I saw Marcos' tongue extended under my pussy, my knees buckled so hard I thought I was going to hit my face on the floor. He made me feel like a prized possession. A nigga could say a lot of things, but I knew it was true. He’d been waiting for me.
He laid me back, got on top of me, and entered me slowly. He reached for the scarf to cover my eyes again. I tried to pull it away, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head.
“I want to see you,” I whined through my moans.
