“Uh! Oh! Fuckkkk—” she squealed, stomach caving like a deflated beach ball.
A peck to both inner thighs again, and I crept up her body until we were face to face. She was sweaty, so her smooth ass skin had a glow to it. Her chest rose and fell heavily, like she’d just finished a workout or dance routine. She grabbed the back of my neck, luring me toward her. Our lips brushed one another, then sealed, right before she fed me her tongue and tasted herself on mine.
I came out of my sweats, angling myself sideways while she pulled her gown over her head. Not only was she showing signs of being nervous, but I was also. It was her first time. I couldn’t recall ever being a woman’s first. The last thing I wanted to do was scar her in any way. If another nigga came after me, he would have some shoes to fill. Her eyes left mine and traveled to the thick rod waiting between my legs. She bit sexily into her bottom lip, and I scooted closer. Draping myself over her, I searched her face one last time.
“Ain’t no turning around. This… you can’t undo.” I warned.
“Just… don’t hurt me, okay?” she said innocently, and I swear my shit swelled three more inches.
We were establishing that level of trust she had asked for. Falling forward, I pecked her lips again. Gripping my too, I brought it to her warm, already-soaking center and pushed him inside. I had to ease him in because she was tight as fuck. This was definitely some virgin pussy. When I looked into her face, her mouth hung open, and her eyes misted. Her little hands clung tightly to my upper arms, and her nails dug deep into my skin as I continued easing into her comfort zone.
“Ah!” she cried out, and I paused.
I had every inch of my dick snug in her womb, and that shit felt like a piece of heaven had been dropped down on me. Lifting slightly off her, I stared down into her pretty ass face. Sitting up on my knees, gripping her waist, I slowly pulled back, leaving just the tip in her. When I plunged into her again, her grip was still tight as fuck, but she was wetter.
Keeping the pace slow at first, I stroked her deep until she gushed like a good girl on my shit and moaned so deep I was glad the walls were fucking thick around here. I felt her snap, and I knew I had broken through her hymen. Her walls were still vice gripping me, but they had relaxed enough for me to ease in and out and not cause her discomfort it seemed.
When my flesh was on top of hers again, her legs did an octopus grip around my waist. She was feeling that shit. Her sex was talking to mine, and somehow, her body knew how to fucking move. When I made her cum again, shit was like a monsoon in the jungle, and I felt my nut coming down right behind hers. Her legs gave out, and I was able to spin in the bed with her on top, straddling me. She was so wet and tight that she practically suctioned my shit with her tunnel.
Holding on to her hips, I guided her along on the dick, lifting her slightly while pushing inside of her until I was erupting like a longstanding volcano. I didn’t want to pull out. Everything in me screamed that I needed to, but shit was easier said than fucking done. She collapsed on my chest, our sweat meshing together. My arms fell around her, holding her close as I sat up. Holding her against me, I peered into her face while she continued to rock her good ass pussy on my dick until she had drained every drop. She kissed me slow, giving me every inch of her tongue as her hands held my face close to hers. Strong arming her, I tugged her into me so that she lay beside me in bed.
“Damn,” she said, gasping for air. “I wasn’t expecting… is it… I mean… is it always so… intense like that?” she questioned, using her hand to sweep her loose hair out of her face.
“Depends on the person,” I answered, unable to take my eyes off of her.
I reached for her hand, intertwining it with my own and studying them in place together.
I was a grown ass man, and I had been through damn near every nationality of women. I personally believed that there wasn’t a better match for a black man than a black woman. She was regal and carried an understanding of the struggle that another woman couldn’t even wrap her closed mind around. Pussy was one thing to a man like me. I was more interested in the woman that came with it. Could she hold a conversation about anything with substance, or was she only interested in discussing small things? Harbor intrigued the fuck out of me. She always looked like she was thinking, brain just spinning, like she was trying to conquer the world.
“Hmm, so nothing special about little ol’ me then, huh?” She didn’t seem offended as she chuckled and brought her eyes to the ceiling.
I cupped her chin, turning her face toward me and soaking in her features. Thumbing the middle of her bottom lip, my eyes bore into hers.
“Don’t ever count yourself out,” I insisted, inching closer so that I could kiss her again.
I pulled my upper torso over hers, and my dick was ready to give it another go. For hours I fucked, made love to, and had sex with this girl. She proved to be one to learn hands on as she went. Each time it was a different position that she came in until, finally, she had her back against my chest, and I heard her snoring lightly. Her inexperience was refreshing. I didn’t mind it one bit, because of how authentic the shit felt. Ididn’t have expectations with her because I had to set the bar. She smelled like almond milk oil as I held her close to me. I knew that because I let her make a list of all her necessities when she first got here, so I kept inventory on what was brought in. She ordered all her body products from some shit calledKenscentuals. Everything smelled like somebody’s grandma in Africa was whipping that shit up. I listened to her breathe a little longer before I slipped out of bed, got dressed, and let myself out of her room. I had fucked up now, and wasn’t sure where we even went from here.
“Iwasn’t necessarily, looking for a rider…”
Four and a half months later…
Harbor
Chevyand I had become pretty close over the last few months—as close as any two females could get that didn’t grow up together. Frequency agreed with Ledge to put Kitana on at the real estate company since she had experience and the name. Chevy also had experience and all kinds of contacts thanks to all the work she was doing down at the government building. Things in the office were usually thick with tension when wewere all in the same room. I tried to maintain a relationship of mutual respect with both of them. Kitana did have some ways about her that I didn’t trust, but I couldn’t knock her resume. The differences between her and Chevy were so distinct that it was hard to understand Ledge’s mindset while dealing with them.
The office space that had been purchased for us was ideal for a startup company that wanted to make a name for themselves. It was medium sized, but the décor gave a certain ambience that wasn’t being executed anywhere else in town. I’d been busting my ass with real estate courses and college shit. Sleep was the enemy, and between classes and viewing properties all around town, a bitch was growing drained. For weeks I’d been prepping and finally took my last exam. I was just waiting on the results from my instructor. On top of that, I had two more classes to complete before I got my degree.
I ate breakfast early that Saturday morning. Celine slept in, and I whipped something up for everyone else and covered everything before I went back upstairs to dance. That woman did everything around there. So I showed my appreciation sometimes by cooking and cleaning as well. Technically, I lived here too. I managed to still keep up a routine between studying and everything else. In the mirror, there was no pressure except from myself. There was a competition that I had read about going on, and I wanted to send in an audition tape for them so I was trying to get a combination together for a memorable performance.
I did what I did because it was what I loved. My body was used to it, and I didn’t want to deprive myself of it. The door to my room had been left slightly ajar that morning, and I was none the wiser to it. Frequency and I were keeping everything between us on the hush, away from everyone. We didn’t do PDA, and I did my best not to be all giddy and stupid around him.That was how he made me feel. To go from where we were a year ago to here and now was mind-blowing. Karmine had gone back home, but Kara was still hanging around. Plus, there was Ivy and Celine, so we had to keep our game faces on most of the time.
At night, he would creep into my room, sometimes during the day while Ivy was at school if he had a free minute. Every time he was inside me felt like the first time. The idealism and expectations that I had about what sex was were far exceeded with him. It was more than physical between us, although no one would never hear either of us say it. I thought because things were going so well, neither of us wanted to jinx it. The song that I was dancing to ended, and I stretched before grabbing a towel off a chair and patting my face dry.
“How do you get your hips to move like that?” Ivy’s voice pierced my ears from the doorway.
I smirked and held the towel between both hands while keeping her curious stare.
“What are you doing all the way over here?” I asked, taking a deep breath and reaching for a nearby water bottle.
