I eased my dick from her jaws when it stopped jerking. Her watery eyes were filled with lust as she looked up at me. I used my thumb to wipe off the remnants of my nut, then stuck it in her mouth, causing her lips to curl into a smile.
It was my turn now, or so I thought. For the second time tonight, she stopped me from burying my face between her thighs. If she only knew how much I craved the taste of her on my tongue, she wouldn’t deny me.
“Get in bed,” she said.
I decided to let her do her thing, but she would sit on my face before the night was over. I pulled the covers back and got in bed, as she requested. When she swung her leg over my waist to straddle me, I had to put a stop to the madness.
“Put that wet ass pussy on my face, right fucking now, Skye!”
If she wanted to ride my dick, I’d let her, but first thing was fucking first. She paused with her leg in the air for a moment, then scooted her ass up to the best seat in the house.
The moment her pussy landed on my lips, I went to town. I heard her hands smack against the headboard, which was a smart move on her part because she definitely needed to brace herself.
My tongue touched every crevice of her loins, spent some time massaging her hole, before the grand finale, applying pressure to her clit. She tried to run as her climax took over, but the grip I had around her upper thighs stopped her.
When I allowed her, she fell beside me, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. I was happier than a pig in shit as I inhaled her essence on my mustache and savored the flavor on my lips.
“You can ride this dick whenever you’re ready, baby, but don’t ever stop me from eating your pussy ever again.”
It was Thursday, the day after I found out I may have a daughter, and I’d taken the day off to get the paternity test done. Skye had taken the day off to go with me, which I appreciated.
I dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt, while Skye dressed in a sundress. Her options were slim at my house, but in my opinion, she could never go wrong with a sundress.
We sat on my balcony, eating the breakfast I’d ordered from the diner downstairs. Neither of us had spoken much since we’d gotten out of bed, but I was curious about what had her so quiet.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” I asked.
“You.”
She answered quickly, which gave me pause because I wondered if her thoughts were good or bad.
“Oh. You care to share?”
She looked at me for a long time before responding.
“I love you.”
That wasn’t what I’d expected her to say, but those three simple words made my day.
“Was that hard?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t say it was hard, but the only other man I’ve said that to was Stokely’s father, and that shit wasn’t even real love.”
“C’mere,” I summoned.
She stood, walked around the small table, and sat on my lap. She leaned into me, putting her arms around my neck.
“Thank you for giving me the honor of being loved by you.”
“Aww! That’s so sweet.”
She cupped my chin in her hands and kissed my lips. My hands rubbed across her ass, and when I didn’t feel any panty lines, I pulled away.
“Shit! I forgot you don’t wear panties with sundresses. I’m about to be bricked up all day.”
“Since we have the day off, I can take care of that as many times as you want.”
“You better get off my lap or one of those times will be right now, and I don’t want to be late for my appointment.”