Exhaling slowly, I blew along the tightened skin of his cock and enjoyed the tremors running through his body. Wanting to taste him, imprint his flavor within me, I swirled my tongue around the crown, concentrated on the sensitive areas.
He groaned and buried his fingers in my hair. Not urging me on, but simply palming the back of my neck.
Motivated, I continued. I took him between my lips, making his length nice and wet as I pleasured him.
“Oh, Kamari… That feels so good, love.”
Love. I liked the sound of that. Hearing something so intimate and close to ‘I love you’ spurred me on. Who knows, maybe I’d lucked up and met a man that believed in love at first sight. Patrick and I had only met a handful of times in the past at various parties Ronnie put on. Could Patrick have had feelings for me this whole time?
Unsure of how I felt about that, I figured it was better for me to remain focused on the task at hand. Bearing down, I took as much of him as I could manage into my mouth and drew on his cock; licking and sucking.
“Oh, shit…” he groaned.
His hold in my hair became more firm, not forcing me to take more, just clutching me as if he need to balance himself against the intense pleasure I could only hope I was giving him. I wasn’t an expert in the act, had only performed it a few times on the men I had dated. However, I doubt when a man was awoken by oral sex they were very picky.
I continued, putting all my knowledge and skills to work; showing him I was eager to please him.
His body was drawn tight; the muscles in his abs and thighs were hard as granite. “Love, I’m going to come.”
Increasing my actions, I began to pump my fist faster and hollow out my cheeks more as I slipped my lips up and down his cock.
I barely had time to let go of him, as I was spontaneously pulled up and rolled to my back.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” I tried to find his face in the darkness as I felt his weight press upon. As I parted my legs to accommodate him, he situated himself against me.
He settled between my thighs, his groin along mine and his chest close enough to brush my sensitive nipples. “Nothing wrong, love. I just want to be inside you when I come.” More awake, his voice held erotic tension, but it was clearer.
Leaning down, he kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
I loved kissing; especially with a man that was good at it. He was. He commanded my mouth, taking control and forced me to take all that he was giving me.
Wrapping my arms around him, I drew him closer. Parting my thighs wider and arching against him; showing him I was willing to take all he had to offer. Drawing his tongue deeper into my mouth I suckled it, as he thrust in and out of my mouth. We were a perfect match.
He pulled his lips away from mine.
“Oh, love…” He lowered himself, licking a line from the side of my neck to my breasts. Painting circles around the taut tips, he teased me.
“Please,” I pleaded, lifting my aching nipples to him. I needed satisfaction on so many levels and I knew only this man could provide it for me.
Showing mercy, he palmed a breast and took me into his mouth.
I cried out as he sucked, laved and nipped at first one peak and then the other. I was writhing beneath him, humping against his hard cock as my orgasm built. He didn’t stop the sensual torment; allowing me to use his body to bring myself the release I craved.
The orgasm hit, hard. Giving me pleasure and relief. As if I’d wanted it for far too long, all day. The climax continued for an extended moment, abated by the strokes of his cock along my clit.
“Oh, fuck I need you.”
He shifted then I felt the crown of his sex pressing into me.
His lips were on mine again, kissing me as he thrust all the way in. Stretching me. His cock carved a place in my sex—molding it to his thick length.
My breath caught at the pain/pleasure, rejoicing at being connected with him in such a fashion. No other man had made me feel so complete, like one with them.
“Oh, love, you feel so good. Your pussy is tight and wet. You’re mine, Kamari.”
Ka-mari. I froze. It wasn’t that he used my name, it was the way he said it. Soft, rhythmic, like a one word poem. People didn’t say my name like that, except one.
It can’t be.
Even as my body was bucking beneath his and my nails were carving my mark into his back, I tried to push the thoughts away. However, as my toes curled and my sex pulsated around his cock, moments away from another orgasm, I couldn’t keep my mind from questioning.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as if recognizing the confusion in my mind. His hand stroked up my arms, passed my neck, then cupped my face. The pace of his thrusts slowed, but became even more stimulating as he drew out until only the head of his cock remained before gliding along my walls to seat himself deep again.