Soon as we made it to his bedroom, I sat down on the bed, leanin’ back on my hands while I watched him. He dropped down to his knees in front of me without sayin’ a word, his hands comin’ up to my ankle as he slid my heel off slow.
The second it came off, his hands wrapped around my foot, rubbin’ into it firm and slow, and I tilted my head to the side, bitin’ down on my bottom lip while I watched him.
“Mm…” I let out under my breath, sinkin’ into the feel of it.
He took his time with me, movin’ to the other foot, treatin’ me like I was somebody he wanted to always take care of. His thumbs pressed deep into the bottom of my foot, workin’ their way up slow while his fingers wrapped around my ankle, holdin’ me in place.
The way he was touchin’ me had my body softenin’ without me even meanin’ to, my shoulders droppin’ while my legs eased open, givin’ him more room to work with. I could feel it travel up from my feet, then low in my stomach, and it made me shift on the bed, pressin’ my thighs together for a second before pullin’ them open again.
I tilted my head, watchin’ Couture as he worked, and it wasn’t even just the feel of his hands that had me caught up. It was the way he moved, the patience in it and the way he stayed focused on me like nothin’ else mattered in this moment.
That type of attention did somethin’ to me, and had me sittin’ here quieter than usual, just takin’ it in while my bottom lip stayed caught between my teeth.
Couture rubbed up my thighs slow, and the deeper his hands slid between my legs, the more I leaned back into the bed, lettin’ my body open up to him and just takin’ everything he was givin’ me.
His hands stayed firm but smooth on me like he was feelin’ me out all over again, remindin’ himself what he had right in front of him.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, and a soft moan slipped out my mouth when I felt his lips pressin’ against my inner thigh. He took his time, kissin’ along my skin, movin’ slow and sure until he got closer to where I really needed him.
I had on a thong, so he slid it to the side with one hand, and when his lips finally met my pussy, I let out a deeper sigh, my body already reactin’ before he even did anything else. His kisses stayed soft, pressin’ against my lips.
Before I could even gather myself, he had my thighs sittin’ up on his shoulders. He had my pussy wet, throbbin’ and open for him, and the second his tongue touched my clit, my head fell back and my eyes closed on their own. And I let him have it.
His hands moved up and down my thighs while his mouth stayed locked in, suckin’ and flickin’ his tongue against my clit so good, it made my back arch off the bed.
My fingers gripped the sheets under me, my body reactin’ to every movement he made, but even with how good it felt, I still ain’t reach that point. But that wasn’t nothin’ new with most of the niggas I had been with.
Couture always ate my pussy good as hell whenever he was down here. He knew how to stay right there, how to suck it and keep his focus on my clit and I always felt it.
It always had my body movin’ and always had me moanin’, but for some reason, I just never got all the way there. I ain’t know if it was me or if it was just one of them things where I needed more time.
Either way, I never complained because regardless, he always took his time with me. He paid attention. He made sure I felt good, and that meant a lot to me, so I let him do what he did best without sayin’ a word.
Eventually, he pulled his mouth away, kissin’ back down my thighs while my legs trembled on his shoulders. My body was still sensitive, and I watched him as he stood up between my legs, lookin’ down at me like he was takin’ me all in.
I sat up and slid my hands under his shirt, feelin’ all over his abs, lettin’ my fingers press into him while I looked up at his face.
He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up just a lil’. “I’mma miss you while I’m gone,” he said, his voice low.
I held his gaze, still rubbin’ over his stomach, feelin’ the weight of what he said even though I ain’t let it show too much. I reached down, unbuckled his pants, then slid my hand into his briefs and pulled his dick out. It was thick and already hard, sittin’ heavy in my hand while I looked up at him.
“I’mma miss you too,” I said, softer this time.
Before he could say somethin’ else, I tightened my grip just a lil’ and took his dick straight into my mouth, not playin’ with him or teasin’ him, but just givin’ it to him how I wanted to.
“Damn…” Couture let out, his hand comin’ up to move my hair out the way so he could really feel me.
I took him deeper, movin’ my head back and forth while I kept his dick slidin’ down my throat. My hand dropped down and I cupped his balls, rollin’ them bitches like dice, keepin’ that same rhythm while I sucked him.
Spit started slidin’ from the corners of my mouth, down his shaft and into my hand while I kept massagin’ him, my mouth stayin’ wet and sloppy on his dick.
“You feel good as fuck, baby,” he moaned, pushin’ himself deeper while I took it.
I kept suckin’, deep throatin’ and gaggin’ just enough to make it sound good, lettin’ him hear every bit of it while I worked him the way I knew how.
My tongue flicked over the tip before I rolled it around his whole dick, keepin’ that same motion while I moved my head.
I could hear his breath start pickin’ up. I could feel his body reactin’, and his stomach tightenin’ the more I took him down. I pulled him back out slow, coverin’ his dick in more spit every time.
