Page 31 of The One He Desires

Journee and I kiss like practiced lovers as our tongues dance in a song that only the delay of this moment has caused. Before now, I haven’t really thought about doing anything but getting Journee comfortable with me so I can ask her to be mine. But now, as my hands grip handfuls of her ass, all I can think about is whether I want to eat or fuck her pussy first. Despite Journee being fully clothed, her scent still permeates my nostrils. The need to breathe forces us to disconnect our lips as my chest rises and falls, seemingly matching Journee’s reaction to our kiss.

“Before we go any further, I need to establish some things between us.”

“Now?”

Journee’s eyes peer lustfully into mine, and a smirk slides into place as I push forward.

“Yes. I need to know that you’re mine before we cross this line, because once we go here, ain’t no coming back. I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want you for more than what’s between your legs. I want the total package.”

“Oh.” Journee waves me off as a bright smile matches the one now shining in her eyes. “What’s understood doesn’t need an explanation.”

“It’s not that simple. So, before we have sex, I need to know: Are you mine?”

“As long as you’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours since Sweet Face imprinted on me at Jamarion’s barbecue.”

“Then I’m your woman, and we’re together.”

I nod as my heart leaps, and I mentally pump my fist, feeling like I just won the biggest case of my law career.

“Say less.”

I grip her ass tight and stand on my feet because I no longer want to consummate our relationship on her couch. I need room to do what’s heavily on my mind, and only a bed will suffice.

“Guide me to your room.” My tone deepens and grows huskier as Journee giggles.

Her instructions come next, and thankfully, her apartment isn’t too big, because the journey is a quick one. When I enter her bedroom, I momentarily look around the room at the feminine yet cozy feel. Purple and silver form a subtle yet appealing color scheme. But I don’t take time to analyze the space too much as I gently lay Journee on her king-size bed.

“Take your clothes off for me.” My voice is a mix between hard and husky as my eyes rake over her body.

Journee’s lashes flutter before she wordlessly pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor. Then she pushes at her bottoms as they slide down her hips. My gaze zeroes in on the moist seat of her panties once they come into view, and my dick twitches in delight.

“Leave the panties. I’ll take them off myself,” I demand before quickly removing my clothes in less time than Journee took.

She visibly swallows and moves to unhook her bra as her titties jiggle once they're free. Journee’s nipples pebble instantly as I run my tongue across my lips and climb up the bed from the bottom. Without invitation, my hands explore Journee’s body from her toes up the expanse of her thighs until they rest on both sides of her hips. I lean down and kiss the wetness of her panties, and a low moan slips from her throat.

“Mm.”

“You smell amazing, Journee. Your body is a work of art that warrants me to take my time to explore. I want you to saturate my face with your juices. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Journee nods, granting me permission to continue as I remove her panties and sniff them for a second. Once the smell of her arousal is ingrained in my mind, I toss the garment over my shoulder. Without warning, I lean down and suck Journee’s pussy like it’s the sweetest plum I’ve ever tasted.

“My God,” Journee cries out.

Her hips move back and forth on their own volition as I eat her pussy without abandon, and her head moves from side to side on her pillow. Her words are illegible, and her hands grip the sheets tight enough to rip them from the mattress.

“How does it feel? I want to hear you, Journee. How am I making you feel?”

“Soo fucking good. Oh my God. Eat my pussy, Sincere.”

Pleasure fuels me as I alternate between kissing and sucking Journee’s clit as tears slip from the corners of her eyes.

“That’s it. Put this pussy in my mouth, baby. You taste so fucking good. This sweet shit should come with a warning label. Mm.”

My words incite Journee’s release as her nectar sprays from her center, and her legs shake like an earthquake is happening.

“I’m—oh God. I’m cumming, Sincere!”