“I-I’m sorry, I’m a mess right now.” I shook my head. “Morgan is texting me. I’m just going to go.”
“Naw, you not.” He chuckled, pulling me closer to him, between his legs as his hands caressed the back of my thighs. Chills rapidly covered my entire body when he pressed his lips into my stomach. “Text ya homegirl and tell her you good,” he said and I obliged.Lord, this man is dangerous!“Now, can I get a three-sixty of you in this?” he asked, then bit the corner of his bottom lip. “You look good as fuck.”
He didn’t wait for me to give the affirmative, instead slowly turning me himself, peppering kisses as he did. When my ass was in his face, he stopped me, gently caressing and squeezing right before I felt his lips on my cheeks.
Using the front of my legs, he pulled me back into his lap and spread my legs across his. One of his hands groped my right breast as he used the other to push the bottoms of my bikini to the side. A low hiss escaped my lips when he brushed his fingers across my pussy.
I truly couldn’t believe I was allowing what was happening to happen, but I couldn’t stop it either. My body craved him. I wanted him to do what he wanted and have his way with me. That threw me for an entire loop because I’d never been with anyone other than my ex on an intimate level. I never wanted a man to have me more than I wanted Solomon, not even Jamal.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Damn, girl, shit wet already,” he said in a low, sexy, husky voice. I was ready to cum from just this small interaction. My jaw dropped when I felt him push two of his fingers inside of me then slowly stroked in and out. “I want to eat this mothafucka, and that’s shocking because a nigga don’t eat pussy that often, but I want it to be sloppy so can you cum for me?”
Lord, what is happening?
Is this real?
Was I really doing this?
Was he really doing this to me?
Wait, what the hell was he doing to me?
I couldn’t control my thoughts or myself as I released on his fingers on command. He stroked my middle to perfection, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit while doing so, and pinching down on my nipple just right so it was impossible to hold my climax.
“Shit,” he grunted. “I didn’t think it was going to happen that quickly.”
He continued to stroke my center until I climaxed for a second time, only that time I was a little more vocal. I tried hard to contain my moans but that had proven to be impossible very quickly. I was pretty sure from this small interaction alone my body would succumb to pretty much anything he wanted it to.
I released a low moan when he slowly withdrew his fingers from my leaking pussy and almost climaxed again when I heard his moan as he tasted my essence from his fingers.
‘Yeah, I gotta have that all on my face, come on.” He tapped my thigh for me to get up and stood along with me.
Solomon wasted no time spinning me toward the bed, laying me on my back. He untied the sides of my bikini, removing it from under me and tossing it to the side before he pushed my legs back as far as they could go. I almost lost my mind when I felt his tongue slither down my slit to my ass and back up.
“Solo—shit,” I whimpered with my voice trembling.
The pads of his thumbs massaged the area right outside of my pussy lips as he feasted on me. I tried hard to keep my voice as low as possible as he took turns sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue but failed miserably. Music played outside, but if anyone was in the house I was sure they heard me.
Multiple orgasms ripped through me as he ate my pussy like there was no tomorrow along with fingering me. I couldn’t recall a time I had ever gotten head so fucking good. My ex was no slouch but he for sure wasn’t Solomon. This man was insatiable as he kept bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.
After the last one, he finally surfaced, kissing his way up my body, stopping to show both of my breasts some attention. He rotated between each one, sucking on my nipple while gently groping the other until he was satisfied. He kissed the rest of his way up until reaching my lips.
He slithered his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste the remnants of my essence on his tongue while he untied the top to my bathing suit, tossing it to the side as well. Without breaking the kiss, he removed the cotton Ralph Lauren shorts that matched the hoodie he’d taken off when he first entered the room. Seconds later I felt him at my entrance, pushing inside of me slowly.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered softly when he was all the way inside.
He stayed still for a few minutes and I was grateful because I needed a second to get used to his girth before he began to slowly move in and out.
“Girl,” he growled against my lips. “Shit.” He shook his head as he rested his forehead against mine. “I knew this pussy was gon’ be good when I saw you the first time, but damn.”
My nails dug into his shoulder as he worked me slowly. I was turned on even more hearing him say my pussy was good. I mean, I knew it was, but was glad he thought so too.
“I-I’m—shit.”
“Mhm, I feel it, shit.”
An orgasm ripped through my body with a vengeance as he fiercely pumped in and out of me. I broke skin sinking my nails into his arms.
