I used a little more pressure and twisted my wrist while I jerked him. The way his abs recoiled and heavy breaths hit my face, I knew I was doing a good job at pleasing him.
He leaned up some, slapping my ass and grabbing a handful.
“Damn, Jordin. I miss the fuck out of you, girl. Come sit on my face, baby. Let me eat that good-ass pussy,” he said, pulling me up. I climbed on the couch and lowered myself to his face. The first swipe of his tongue had me shivering. His palms went to my ass as he pushed his face deeper.
“Oooh, Zi, baby.” I moaned, rocking my hips on his face. The feeling I felt while he devoured me had me cumming hard and fast. “Oh! Oooo! Shiiit, baby, daaamn!” I cried out. Zion slipped from beneath me and positioned me over the couch. When I felt his dick breach my opening, I braced myself before he slid inside of me. We both let out a groan as his palm went to my neck, and he pounded into me with deep, slow, and deliberate thrusts.
“Zion!”
“This pussy is so good, baby. Make it talk to me.”
I could feel when he dipped his knees, and that was when the tingle hit my groin and wrapped around to my spine.
“Oh, God, Zion! You’re so deep, baby.”
“Mmhmm, I hear her talking. She wants me to go deeper, don’t she?”
“Yes! Yesss, harder, baby.”
He fisted my hair, then yanked my head back, sinking his teeth into my neck before sucking the pain away.
God, I loved when this man brought me pain and pleasure. I never had the courage to tell Akeem how I liked to be handled in the bedroom. Somehow, I knew he would never be able to do me as Zion could. I never had to direct him on how to handle me; he knew exactly which spots to hit, where to touch, lick, or kiss me.
It was probably why our souls never stopped longing for one another. It wasn’t just the sex. It was the chemistry between us. I loved him—never stopped.
His palm collided with my ass, and I yelped as he soothed it. “I don’t hear you, mama. Daddy ain’t give it to you good enough?”
“Yes, baby!” I moaned loudly.
He grabbed my left breast, pinched my nipple, then rubbed.
“You love me?” he asked, slowing his strokes.
“You know I do. I love you so much.”
“I’m about to nut in this pussy. I want the baby back that we lost. You gon’ have my baby, Dinny?”
“Fuck, yes! I want to have your baby, Zi. I missed you, baby.” Tears leaked from my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of love and a past I missed entirely too much. He turned my head and drove his tongue into my mouth while rubbing my clit and thrusting into me. I came so hard, with him following close behind me, dropping his cum deep into me.
“Fuck, bae!” he yelled, holding onto me tightly as he finished. We both fell onto the couch with me lying on top of him, trying to catch our breath.
I rubbed his chest and stomach, placing small kisses along his jawline.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I’m in love with you, too, Dinny,” he replied, kissing my forehead. I smiled and lay my head on his chest, forgetting all about what happened and praying for a better tomorrow.