“It’s too… deep…”
“Nah. Cum again. Let me feel you again.” I screamed his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around his dick, milking him. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “That’s five.”
I collapsed against his chest, my whole body trembling. Then, Kade stood up with his dick still inside me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. “What are you…?” He walked us over to the wall and pressed my back against it, his hands gripping my ass as he started fucking me standing up. Instantly, my head fell back against the wall. “You’re gonna kill me…”
“Nah, this pussy just starting to open up for a nigga.” He plunged into me harder, using the wall for leverage, and I felt another orgasm building.This is insane. This fool is insane.But I didn’t want it to stop. “You gon’ cum one last time, baby? Can you do that for me?”
“My God…” I whimpered.
“Stormie, I’m telling you now. You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me now, and I’m gon’ make it cum as many times as I want.” His thumb found my clit again, and I knew I was lost. “No other nigga will ever touch you again.”
“Pleaseeee,” I begged, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. Then, I felt his dick swell inside me.
“Fuck, Storm, your pussy feels so fucking good…” He was close. I could feel it in the way his rhythm faltered.
“Cum with me,” I gasped as he pressed his thumb harder against my clit. Kade drove into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. I was screaming before it even hit, my whole body convulsing in his arms as pleasure tore through me again.
I couldn't see, couldn’t hear anything except my own voice screaming his name and his voice in my ear telling me how goodI felt as he came inside me. How perfect my pussy was wrapped around his dick. How he was never letting me go.
Stormie felt good as fuck against my chest–her breathing still uneven, her body still trembling from everything we’d just done. I had one arm wrapped around her, my other hand tracing slow patterns on her bare shoulder, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened.
Six years of holding back, of keeping my distance, of pretending I didn’t want her the way I did. And now she was naked, curled up against me like she belonged there. Honestly, she did. She’d always belonged here.
She shifted, fingers tracing my chest. We hadn’t talked yet. Maybe she didn't know what to say. “Aye,” I said quietly. “You good?”
She nodded against my chest. “Yeah. I’m...whew.”
I could hear the uncertainty in her voice, and that shit made me feel a way. “Storm,” I said, my voice low. “Look at me.” She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine in the candlelight. Even now–with her hair messy as fuck, looking completely drained–she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “We need to talk about this shit.”
She bit her lip. “I know.”
“Nah, I mean, really talk about it. Not just... pretend it didn’t happen or act like it was just the thunderstorm or some shit.”
“It wasn’t,” she said softly.
“Good ‘cause I need you to understand something.” I paused, trying to find the right words. “I’ve wanted you for six years, Storm.Six. This ain’t ... this wasn’t just some heat of the moment shit for me.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “Wait… thewholesix years?”
“You remember that summer block party in the hood a few months after you moved in? You were wearing that yellow dress, laughing at something your girl said over by the rum punch. I don’t know… shit just hit me. I was like, yeah, you love her differently. She’s the one.”
“Kade…”
“I knew right then. But you were fresh out of a relationship with ol’ boy, and I didn’t wanna be that nigga. So I became your friend instead. Figured it was better to have you in my life as a friend than not at all."
Stormie was quiet for a moment, her fingers still tracing patterns on my chest. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asked.
“Honestly? Shit, I was scared of losing you completely if I crossed that line.”
“And now?”
“Now I don’t give a fuck about being scared ‘cause having you like this? Finally touching you, tasting you, being inside you? That’s worth any risk.” She looked away, and I could see her processing everything. “Talk to me. What you thinking?” I asked.
“I’m thinking…” she started, then stopped. “I’m thinking… I’ve been wanting this too. For longer than I wanna admit.”
“How long?”
“I don’t know exactly when I felt it,” she exhaled. “But I remember this one time–maybe three years ago–we were at your apartment watching old episodes ofPower,and you fell asleep on the couch. And I just... sat there watching you sleep, thinking about what it would be like to kiss you. To be with you… like this.”