"You want me to stop?" I asked, my hand still on her waist.
She was quiet for a second, then shook her head. "No."
"Then I ain't stoppin'." I kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate. My hand slid under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach, her ribs. She gasped against my mouth.
"Your arm…" I said, pulling back slightly. "It's fine. Just... be careful."
I nodded and kissed down her jaw to her neck, finding that spot that made her breath hitch. I wanted to mark her, let every nigga know she wasn't available no more.
My hand moved higher under her shirt, cupping her breast. Her nipple was already hard against my palm and I rolled it between my fingers, making her arch into my touch.
"Fuck, Trigg..." she breathed out.
"You like that?" I asked against her neck, my voice low.
"Yeah..."
I pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts. They was perfect, full and soft, dark nipples peaked and begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand worked the other one.
She moaned louder.
I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my tongue swirling around her nipple before sucking it between my teeth. Her hips was moving now, restless, seeking friction.
"Trigg, please..." she whimpered.
"Please what, ma?" I looked up at her, my mouth still on her breast.
"Tell me what you want."
"Feel on me baby,"
I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands hooking into the waistband of her shorts. I looked up at her for permission and she lifted her hips, helping me slide them down along with her panties. The string lights cast a soft glow over her body and I just stared for a second, taking her in.
She was perfect. Smooth brown skin, thick thighs, and her pussy was pretty as fuck. It was neatly trimmed, already glistening with how wet she was.
"Damn, ma..." I breathed out, spreading her thighs wider. "Look at you."
She was breathing hard now, watching me with hooded eyes. I settled between her legs, throwing them over my shoulders, and just looked at her pussy for a second. I could see how swollen her clit was, how wet she was for me. It made my dick throb in my jeans.
I started slow, kissing the inside of her thighs, working my way closer but not quite there yet. She was squirming now, her good hand gripping the sheets.
"Stop teasing me nigga," she breathed out.
I smirked against her thigh. "You want it that bad?"
"Yes, fuck—"
I didn't let her finish. I licked a long stripe up her pussy, from her entrance to her clit, tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and tangy, her flavor coating my tongue. She cried out, her hips bucking up into my face.
"Shit, you taste good as fuck," I said, doing it again, slower this time, really savoring her.
I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She moaned loud, her thighs trembling around my head. I slid two fingers inside her and she was so wet they went in easy, her walls clenching around them immediately.
"Oh my god, Trigg—" she gasped, her hand flying to my head, gripping my hair.
I started moving my fingers in and out, curling them up to hit that spot inside her while my mouth worked her clit. She was dripping now, her juices running down my hand, soaking the sheets. The sounds she was making had me harder than I'd ever been.
"Right there, right there, don't stop…." she was babbling now, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.