She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, spit connecting her lips to my dick, and the sight of that alone had me ready to lose it. She looked up at me with those eyes, lips swollen, and smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“You like that?” she asked, her hand still working me.
I couldn’t even talk. I just nodded, chest rising and falling hard.
She leaned back in, taking me deeper this time, and my grip tightened in her hair. My other hand pressed flat against the wall behind me, needing the support. She was running this shit, the rhythm, the pressure, everything, and I was just trying not to embarrass myself.
“Sianni, baby, slow down…” I tried to warn her, but she didn’t listen.
She kept going, hands gripping my thighs, her mouth working over me like she had something to prove. And honestly? She was proving it.
My breathing got rougher. My whole body was tense, every muscle locked, and I was close to cumming. Too fucking close.
“Sianni…” I pulled her back gently, and she looked at me, confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, my voice rough. “But if you keep going like this, shit’s gonna be over too fast.”
She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “So, what you tryna do then?”
I pulled her up and kissed her hard, my whole focus on her. Nothing else mattered. My hands were already pulling at her clothes, shirt over her head, bra unhooked, and pants sliding down until she stood there in nothing but her skin and that look that had me ready to go insane.
“Get on the couch,” I told her.
She didn’t hesitate. She walked over and climbed on the couch, lying back and watching me like she was daring me to do something about it.
I stripped out of my clothes and joined her, settling between her legs. For a second, I just looked at her. The way her chest was rising and falling. The way her eyes stayed locked on mine. The way she was waiting but not rushing me.
“You know I appreciate you, right?” I said, my hand slowly sliding up her thigh.
She nodded. “You told me.”
“Nawl, I’m telling you again.” I leaned down, kissing her neck and her collarbone, taking my time. “You held me down when nobody else did. You believed in me. You put up with all my shit. All of it.”
“I know,” she whispered, her hands sliding up my back.
“So, I’m going to make sure you feel that shit,” I said against her skin. “Every inch of it.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, and the second I pushed inside, we both took a breath at the same time. She was so fucking warm and tight; I had to pause just to get myself together.
“Fuck…” I muttered, my forehead resting against hers.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I didn’t. I started moving, slow at first, deep strokes that had her gasping and gripping my shoulders. But the more I felt her, the more I heard her, the harder it got to stay controlled.
I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her into me with each thrust. She met me halfway, her body moving with mine as her nails dug into my back.
“Right there, Big Daddy,” she moaned, and I felt that shit in my chest. A smile crossed my face at the way she said it, and it had me going even harder and deeper, as she’d just unlocked something in me.
I shifted the angle, going deeper, and her whole body arched off the couch. I leaned down, kissing her hard while I kept moving, trying to give her everything, the intensity, the passion, the shit I couldn’t put into words.
“You feel that?” I asked against her lips, my voice rough.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“That’s all you, baby. All you.”
