“And I don’t think you’re like that, okay. I mean, it’s one thing that I always think about, buried in the back of my mind because of women from my past, but—”
“Shut up and kiss me.” I pulled his head down to meet mine, accepting the way he attacked my lips. His tongue forcefully searched my mouth, and I returned the passion. The chemistry between us, after the argument, after having been apart for a week, I didn’t just want him. I needed him. My pussy screamed for his dick to fill me.
His hands feverishly worked at my clothing, yanking my shirt off and throwing it away. The disturbance in the air from the shirt flying across the room blew out a few candles, and I watched to make sure the shirt didn’t land on any and catch fire. But when Victor dropped to his knees, kissing my stomach and unbuttoning my jeans, my focus returned to him.
Running my fingers through his hair, I let him remove my jeans and panties. His kisses and passionate nips with his teeth over my hip bones, teased me. But his hand sliding up my inner thigh drove me wild. He brushed his fingers lightly over my clit, then plunged his thumb between my folds spreading me.
I sucked in a hiss as his tongue flicked lightly across my clit, then stepped out of the pile of laundry. He took advantage of the extra room between my legs, snatching my ankle and draping my leg over his shoulder. His fingers pushed into me, curving and massaging my g-spot. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in.
“Shit, Victor…” Doubling over, I used his shoulders for support as he thrust his fingers into me, sucking my clit. He knew exactly how to make me crave him, and I wasn’t about to stop him. My body began tensing. I could feel the cum building up between his skin and mine, his fingers still working my pussy. He was going to make me cum, but I wanted him, not just his fingers.
“Stop… I’m going to cum,” I protested, pushing at his head. He sucked harder, his fingers pressing in more firmly. I couldn’t stop it. My body spilled over. I nearly fell as the convulsions took over, and Victor braced himself against the wall. So, I leaned on his arm, using his shoulders as support as my body spasmed, clenching down around his fingers.
As the orgasm subsided, his sucking on my clit turned to kisses which trailed up my stomach, across my breasts—stopping along the way to bite a nipple—and upward to my lips. I could taste myself on him as I returned his kisses, my tongue tracing over his bottom lip. I pushed his boxers down and he let them fall to the carpet. Then he pulled me away from the wall.
“Now, do you want naughty or nice?” he whispered against my lips before biting my lower lip and guiding me toward the bed. I walked backward, one of his hands on my hip, the other on a breast. His thumb pressed into my nipple, and he squeezed.
“Shit, just be as naughty as you want.” I draped my arms over his shoulders and tangled my fingers in his hair. “Play me like a violin.”
I felt his lips curl into a smile, his forehead pressed against mine as he stole another kiss from me. He backed me against the bed and gave me a push. I laughed as I fell, then scooted back, giving him space.
“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” he asked. I bit my lip and shrugged, wanting him to just come fuck me already.
As he crawled over the bed it jostled. He hovered over me, nipping and kissing my breasts. I could see the precum beading on the tip of his dick. It made my pussy want him even more. I spread my legs as he lowered himself between them. I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t this, but I was just getting him ready for me.
He slid into me, pushing to my back wall with one thrust. His kisses were fierce and passionate; I stretched my palm across his chest. He dipped into me, and I rose to meet him, feeling the length of his dick as he fucked me. My body wanted more, to cum again, but not like this. I pushed on his chest, forcing him backward, and he hesitantly pulled away.
“Like this,” I told him. Victor rose up giving me space as I rolled over to all fours.
“Fuck, you read my mind.” His hands were on my hips, ready to take me from behind, but I reached between my legs, guiding his dick to my ass. “Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I held my breath as he pushed in, stretching me open. The thickness of his girth took me a moment to adjust to, but once he started pumping, I was his for the taking. In no time, my body was ready to cum again. I massaged my clit and panted, my pleasure sounds growing louder by the second.
Each thrust into me was more intense than the previous. I gritted my teeth as the convulsions started and heard him grunting as his release came at the same time. I barely felt his heat as it dumped into me, my climax too strong to notice, but I heard him growl out my name and that was enough. When my body relaxed, I collapsed to the bed and Victor followed.
“Shit, that was amazing.” His hand rested on my back, and I lay on my stomach with my head turned to watch his grin.
“I’m glad you approve.” I rolled over and scooted closer to him, curling myself around his body and laying my head on his chest. “I missed you.”
Victor kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. “I really am sorry, Kat. I never meant to upset you. I was dealing with my own feelings about things, and I wasn’t handling them very well. Please forgive me.”
“Well,” I said, snuggling closer, “I guess I can understand how your emotions would get out of control. I do forgive you. I understand the fear. My Mom has done very bad things to a lot of men. I am nothing at all like that. And I never will be.”
Tracing a figure eight over his chest, I thought about Mom. She hadn’t called or texted, and I had tried to leave messages, but she had just ghosted me. It wasn’t like her to be completely noncommunicative, but I had really angered her.
“Hey, how is your mom?”
I sighed. I had no answer for him other than: “I haven’t spoken to her.”
Victor extricated himself from my grasp and lay on his side facing me. “She hasn’t called or anything in like what, 3 weeks?”
Propping myself on my elbow, I shrugged. What sort of conversation would that have been other than just another argument anyway. She made herself very clear how she felt about things.
“You’re not upset about that?” He took my hand and held it, offering a concerned look.
“I don’t know. It’s not that I’m not concerned. It’s just that, she’s a grown woman. She will have her opinions and feelings about things, but I can’t change that. If she wants to be a part of my life, she will have to get over that and love me for who I am. I won’t change who I am to make her happy. I’m not just one of her marks.”
Victor’s face tightened at the use of the word, and his thumb strummed my knuckles. “Well, I think maybe you should try again. I’d hate for you to lose her just because she has a bad attitude. Maybe she’ll come around.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.