“Take your clothes off.”
Her lips fell open. “Again?”
“Open your legs. I need to eat.”
I sat back on my knees, giving her room to slip her T-shirt over her head. Since that was all she had on, she was naked in seconds, legs open for me.
The first time, I’d asked her to show me her universe, and she had. But it was mine now. I was the colonizer who saw pretty, bare land and claimed it as my own. Those pretty, puffy pussy lips were the door to my kingdom. I got down on my belly to explore my newfound home.
She was slick under my lips. Hot and sensitive, her hips rose to meet me at first contact.
“Amir…oh god, I don’t think I can come again, baby.”
I flicked my tongue on her clit, which had already swelled up so nicely for me. “I need you to do it for me, mama. This is going to be my orgasm. I need it. Are you going to deprive me of something I need?” I licked her clit again, and she shuddered.
She lifted her head to watch me between her legs. My girl surprised me with how much she liked to watch me work. Her delicate fingers threaded through my hair. Our eyes connected as I opened my mouth to suck on her pussy lips the way she liked. She might have thought she couldn’t come again, but I knew this body. I knew what she could take. The tremble that shook her over from head to toe told me how right I’d been.
I kept my eyes on her while I ate her, feasted on her, sucked up the sweet nectar that leaked from her and ran down her folds. Her eyes stayed open until the very end, then she was holding my head against her with both hands, her thighs squeezing, her spine arching as she came apart at the seams.
She was still shaking when I flipped her over, gripping her hips to draw them up. She tucked her knees under her, offering herself to me, and Igladlyaccepted, sliding into her heat for the fourth time that day. It might as well have been the first. I had to stop, get hold of myself, gain control.
“Fuck, mama. Fuck, how do you feel so good? When I’m with you, inside you, I lose myself. It’s like my first time.”
She rocked her hips, drawing me impossibly deeper. “Move,” she mewled. “Please?”
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I reined in my desire to go hard and fast and pump her full of my seed. I looked down, but that was a mistake. The sight of Zadie’s plump ass and hips spread out nearly sent me over the edge. There was no end to my desire. Having her the first time had cracked open a plastered wall, revealing a bottomless well of need. It went on and on. Maybe one day I’d be sated, but for now, I was nowhere near that point.
“This ass…” I smoothed my palms along her exaggerated curves to her breasts, cupping them. “These tits…” and down to her dripping cunt, rounding my fingers on her clit. “This fucking delicious pussy…”
“I need you,” she breathed.
“That’s all you have to say.” I rocked forward and retreated, even though pulling out, even by a few inches, went against my every instinct when it came to her. Then I thrust forward, enveloped in her impossibly hot and soft walls, and all was right.
Using my thumbs, I spread her cheeks to watch myself plunge in and out of her. My cock was coated with her pleasure, all shiny and slick. She let me take her raw, the only woman I’d ever wanted to go there with, and there was no going back for me. Nothing would ever come between us.
“Tell me how it looks.” She pushed back so when I thrust, we collided in a loud slap. “Tell me what you’re seeing.”
“You’re wet, mama. So, so wet, you’re dripping all over my cock.” I rubbed a thumb over her other tightly closed hole. “I like this, it’s so tempting. You want me to take you here?”
I dipped down, only entering her with the tip of my thumb. She pushed against me harder, releasing a low moan.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like the idea of me owning every hole?”
She moaned again in response, her fingers curling to grip the sheets.
“Yeah, you like that.” We’d talk about it until we were both there, then I’d follow through. I’d own Zadie because she damn sure owned me.
Sliding my hand up her spine, I gripped her nape, the other hand holding her hip. I’d talked us both into a frenzy. My smooth plunges became frantic, hard thrusts. She answered by rearing back, her ass slapping against my hips.
She whimpered as her walls fluttered and clamped down, sucking me in so deep, my choices were taken from me. The only thing I could do was unload, painting her insides with my seed.
Knees giving out, she collapsed onto the mattress, and I followed, half on her back, half on the bed.
She threw a granola bar at me, glancing off my shoulder.
“That wasn’t very nice.” I touched my lips to her nape. “Didn’t I make you feel good?”
Turning her head, she peeked at me from one eye. “You have drained me dry. I have nothing else to give.”