Page 79 of A Little Kissing Between Friends

Real Lovey-Dovey Like

It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes. Stretching, I lifted my head and peered at the glowing blue numbers on the digital LED clock on the nightstand to my right.

Four fifteen in the morning.

Sighing, I rolled over onto my left, propping my head up on my elbow. This was my favorite time of day because, not only was the house still cool since the sun had yet to bust through the sheer curtains like the Kool-Aid man, but everyone was asleep and the house was still. When I was in college, this was the time when I’d do my homework, even though it had just been me and Granny. It was one of the many reasons why Samir thought exotic dancing was the right profession for me; I was a night owl to my core.

Lifting the covers, I peered over at Poppa. Face relaxed, hands pressed together as a resting place for her cheek, she looked so...perfect. Like she was exactly where she should be, here in my bed beside me. The soft slack in her face was so appealing. Like clay I could mold if I dug my thumbs in with the right amount of pressure. But even if she were clay, the only thing I’d create would be another one of her, because she was already everything. Literally everything. It was her. My Poppa. The woman I loved.

But this slumbering person in front of me was also Poppa in her rarest form. When her brows weren’t pinched because she was deep in thought about the beat or melody or lyrics to a song. When her lips weren’t twisted to the side as she fought to hold her tongue because somebody said something ignorant. Hell, even without her face being half-hidden by the shadow of the bill of a fitted cap.

She was just...being.

I saw so much more of her face this way. And, more importantly, I was able to stare at her as long as I wanted without her interrupting me with a heated look and a searing kiss. I loved those moments but sometimes I just needed to stare at her face in peace.

Cyndi Thomas. A product of Carissa and Marvin Thomas’s love. A Mission Bend girl that tried to claim SWAT every now and then. The dopest producer this side of the Mississippi. My Poppa.

That was my baby and I loved her so much it should’ve been terrifying.

And yet...

Lifting the cover a bit more, I scooted closer, being careful to keep my movements light so as not to disturb her before I was ready. There was barely a foot of space between us, so in seconds her body heat was warming me, the first indicator that I’d breached her bubble. My lips curved up at the feeling. I was so head-over-heels about this woman that the mere sensation of being heated by her internal temperature had me a lil moist between the thighs.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

I continued moving until our knees touched and her cloth-covered titties brushed my own. Once I was as close as I could be without being on top of her, I lifted my chin and placed a feather-light kiss on the tip of her nose. Then I leaned back and waited.

Nothing happened. She didn’t move a muscle outside of her chest slowly rising and falling. I repeated the action on her exposed cheek, the one not pressed into the pillow, and waited for her reaction, but there was none.

That wouldn’t do.

Raising my leg, I eased it over her hip, bringing our bodies a few inches closer together.

“Poppa,” I whispered as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Poppa. Wake up, baby.” I punctuated each word with another kiss.

By the time I was saying “baby,” Poppa was stirring. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before she cracked one open. The slit was so small that I couldn’t even see the white around her pupil, and couldn’t even be sure she was wholly looking at me.

Grinning, I pecked her lips. “Good morning.”

She grumbled something low in her throat that sounded like “What are you doing?” and then she closed her eye again. Knowing that once she was awake she wouldn’t immediately fall back to sleep, I waited once more.

With a yawn, she rolled onto her back and stretched. I started to retract my leg but she quickly dropped a palm onto my thigh, holding it in place. Instead of being at her hip, my inner thigh was now draped across the divot between her thighs where I prayed a furnace was slowly heating up.

Fully stretched, Poppa turned her body back toward me, sliding my thigh higher up on her hip and pulling me even closer. Our bodies were flush against each other and my heart rate was quickly spiking as the early-morning lovemaking I’d initiated became a reality. Then she leaned into me, her head fitting into the notch between my neck and shoulder. I blew out a breath through my nose and immediately sucked another one in, inhaling her scent greedily while I waited for the press of her lips to my skin. My mouth fell open in a gasp when she pulled her head back and dug her teeth into the skin at the base of my neck. I then immediately expelled that air when she gripped the gusset of my panties and a first then second thick finger briefly pressed against my lower lips before sliding between them, moving up and down through the wetness that had been there when I’d awakened.

“Poppa,” I whined, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth as my eyelids lowered of their own accord. “I wanna eat your pussy.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “You shoulda just did that shit. Now, I’m gonna fingerfuck you until you cum on my hand.”

And then she breached me and my toes instantly curled at the delicious intrusion. I grabbed onto her shoulder with one hand and cupped one of my titties with the other, thumb and forefinger finding my already-stiffened nipple with ease. She pumped once, twice, three times before pulling out completely and returning with two fingers. I cried out; I couldn’t help it. The intrusion felt so damn good.

Narrowed eyes met mine and Poppa smirked at me.

“You better not wake up my baby,” she grumbled, her voice still rough with sleep.

Biting my lip, I nodded. I knew when I started this that the goal was to get to breakfast in bed before Amani woke up. It would fucking suck to rouse him ahead of time and not get my chance to moisturize my face with Poppa’s pussy.

The kiss I’d been expecting before finally landed, Poppa’s lips brushing over my collarbone before sweeping up my neck and along my chin as she steadily fucked me. My breaths were coming in pants and pressure was building in my middle.